Title: Baby Love

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bonnie/ Damon

Disclaimer: This story is based on the The Vampire Diaries series, with which I am not affiliated in any way.

Summary: Bonnie and Damon want to have a child.

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Adult language


Twenty seven years. She'd been alive twenty seven years today. It's not old at all, but Bonnie's amazed she's made it this long. Things were touch and go for a while there. There were times she didn't even care. But now she's thankful for every second she's alive. She'd had great birthdays and horrible ones, but the older she got the more she changed her perspective. It didn't matter how the day went, she'd made it another year. That was important.

She wakes up next to Damon like she has for years. Just opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling. He'll wake up soon, if he's not already up. He's always so excited on her birthday; way more than he is on his own. Happy Birthday Bonnie. This year's gonna be good for you, Babe, he'll say it like he always does.

Those are the first words out of his mouth. She laughs. Thanks him.

"You want your birthday sex now or later?"

"Now and later?" Damon chuckles. Moves to slide into her.

She always liked morning sex with him. It was the only time he really smelled like anything. It was a bit gross, but his breath would be stale and he'd smell of the bed (which was mainly her scent, but something else she assigned as Damon's) and she'd kiss him and they talk about their plans for the day. "I gotta pick up my dry cleaning." Or, "I need to hit up the blood bank."

It was boring and normal and comforting.

They were comfortable with each other.

Bonnie comes seconds before he does. It's not mindblowing but it takes the edge off, and that's good enough for now.

Damon hops out of bed. Walks into the bathroom. She can hear him brushing his teeth underneath the sound of the running water.

"You cancel class today?" She did. On Wednesdays she'd only have one night class. No matter how long it was compared to her other working days, or the thrill she had when she found out it was the same auditorium her grams taught in, it wore off when she realized how long three hours really was.

"Yeah. I'm off all day."

He walks back into the room, the pants he'd slipped on low on his hips. Goes to the window and peeks behind the curtain.

"It's a nice day out." He says it to himself more than her.

"So what do you wanna do? Wanna to sleep in?" She shakes her head.

"I could bring you breakfast in bed...or we could go out?" She tries to answer but he won't let her get a word in. She sits up. Pushes her back against the pillows.

"You still want to have dinner with my brother and Elena at seven? We can cancel if you want... but where would you open your gifts? Here? It doesn't matter."

"Dinner's fine."

"Okay. What do you want to do today?"

"Nothing really."

"Nothing really? That's pitiful Bon Bon." He walks over and plops down on the bed. "If you could do anything today what would you do?"

The way he phrases this question is perfect. Bonnie's mind has been pretty focused on one thing lately. She and Damon had plenty of conversations about children when she graduated from college the first time. "Lets talk about it when I'm out of graduate school, okay?" That was the end of it. He hadn't brought it up in years, but she knew he still wanted them.

She didn't want to get his hopes up unless she was positive that this just wasn't baby fever. Her colleagues would make jokes about her biological clock ticking, if you're planning on having kids you better do it while you're still young, but she could slow down her aging anytime she wanted, and why was it any of their business? She wanted to want kids because she really wanted them, with no outside influences, which was hard enough without her seeing him with Lucy and Ric's kids.

Lucy and Ric were on baby number two now. Little Ricky was five and hilarious and Chris was one or seventeen months (but only mothers used that weird age system) and was a little mean, to her at least. At first she let that discourage her; besides his brother she had no contact with kids, and it still took months for Chris to warm up to her. "Babies hate me, good enough reason to not have any." Lucy assured her that it didn't mean anything. "Bonnie stop being so damn dramatic. It's different when you have your own." I hope so.

Damon though, he loved those kids and they loved him back. It was really surprising how well he took to them. They'd go for a visit, and he'd spend most of his time listening to Ricky's jokes, while Chris climbed all over him. He would be completely happy the whole time.

He'd be a good father, and she could be a good mother despite her background, and that's pretty much all that mattered. They were financially secure, and they had a place to live, and they could be amazing at it.

She'd found a couple of spells that would help them out. The easier one couldn't be done the natural way, and she knew Damon wouldn't pick that there were any other options. The other required a few obscure ingredients (which she had to do a lot of favors for) and it was going to be a few side effects. Going from vampire to human wasn't the easiest thing to do, and it took more time getting the stuff for it, than how long it would last. But he'd get a kick out of it, so that was a plus. Bonnie just made sure she knew what could happen because she knew what he'd choose.

This could be the story their kids will tire of hearing. It was Mommy's birthday and Daddy asked her what she wanted and she said you. That's amazing compared to Daddy tried to kill Mommy, then she tried to kill him twice, and then they started having sex, and then a decade later you were here.

"I want us to make a baby." That reinforces that it's a team effort, he'll like that. She can tell by the way his face lights up and the genuine smile that he does.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Today? Right now?"

She slinks over to him. Wraps her arms around his neck and kiss his bare shoulder. "There's a spell..."

"Of course."

"Of course... but I could be pregnant by the end of the day."

"You sure about this? This isn't some weird midlife crisis?" Midlife?

"I'm not even that old. And I'm sure... I've been thinking about it."

"Have you?"

"Yeah, a lot actually." This makes her blush for some weird reason. "And you still want one, right?"

"I could get used to the idea of a mini-me." She giggles. "Or a mini-you." He kisses her on the forehead. Stands up.

"Tell me what I've got to do."


She'd expected him to a little sick, but if she'd known he'd be vomiting like he had for the last ten minutes, she would've rethought this. Now he was just dry heaving. It was hard to see him this sick.

She sat on the floor next to him rubbing his back until he finished. He looked pale, not the dead pale that he always had, but sickly. He stands up while she's dampening a washcloth.

"Go lay down."

"I just want to rinse my mouth out." So she watches him gargle the mouthwash and rinse.

He makes his way to the bed and plops down on it. Bonnie puts the towel on his forehead and goes to fetch him a drink.

He guzzles it down and passes back out on the bed. He wakes up a hour later, Bonnie laying next to him.

"I bet this makes you feel all kinds of sexy and fertile." She laughs.

"It does. How are you feeling?"

"Better." She takes her hand and puts its over his heart to feel the beating.

"Is that weird?"

"You have no idea." He takes his hand and covers hers. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Bonnie I'm fine...what do you wanna do birthday girl?"

"Take a bath." Because you stink.


She sits on the edge of the tub while it fills with water. He walks into the bathroom and takes a look at the toilet then he looks at Bonnie. "What?"

"I have to ur-in-ate." Ur-in-ate.

"And?"

"Are you gonna watch?" So now you're shy.

"No. Just do it."

"Bonnie."

"I'll turn my head." He walks over and she can see him staring at her in the mirror.

"BONNIE." He twirls his hand in the air. "Turn around."

"Fine. Make sure you raise the seat. I don't want to sit in your ur-ine." She climbs into the tub.

He lets out this long exaggerated moan. Ugh.

"That was amazing." If you say so.

"Get in."

She makes him him sit in front of her so she can wash his hair. "You sure are being accommodating." She runs her fingers against his scalp. He moans again.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's your birthday. I'm supposed to take care of you."

"Well you puked all over yourself. I'm sure this is an exception." She tilts his bed back to rinse. "Besides I like taking care of you too." He leans his head back some more to her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him. "How are you feeling really?"

"It's a little surreal. The heat. It feels like I'm burning up." She can't really tell the difference with them in the water, but he was warm while he was sleeping.

The changes in his body are minute yet enormous. His body's still hard, still oozing of strength but there's a small amount of give at his stomach. A soldiers body. He pokes at the pooch. "I've gotten fat."

"No you haven't."

"I've gotten fatter." Yeah, well.

"You're still cute." It makes him smile. She leans down and nuzzles the side of his face. Rubs her face against the stubble like a cat. There's not much at all but she likes it. Likes the scratch against her skin.

"How long do think my beard'll get in twenty four hours?"

"I don't know. Thinking about keeping it?"

"No it just hasn't been this long in forever... and it's starting to itch."

She waits until he's done staring at examinin himself in the mirror to touch him. Sits on the bed until he kisses her. Bonnie runs her nails down his chest. Enjoys the way he groans into her mouth. Enjoys the way he shivers when she licks his palate, but she enjoys the way he pants when they separate the most.

"Good?"

"More." So she kisses him again and it's a little sloppy but still good. He pulls back and sucks in lung fulls of air. "Everything so sensitive." So she runs her nails along his chest again. Giggles when she leans into it.

Eventually she moves a hand between his legs. A few strokes in he's all but pushing her off. He stands there trying to collect his breath.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Speak to me... Are you gonna throw up again?"Please not on the floor, or the bed. He doesn't answer just keeps looking down and saying oh my god (which is creeping her out more than anything because that's not a phrase he uses).

"I forgot how all the blood rushes to your dick" That's it?

"That's it?"

"That's it? I just got weak in the knees. Oh my God. What if I pass out?" Drama queen.

"Then sit down."

She yanks him onto the bed but when she reaches a hand down to finish what she started, he pushes her off again.

"Bonnie."

"Damon... what is the problem?"

He looks a little sheepish. "It's different."

"What's the difference?" She's confused.

"I don't know how to fuck in this body."

She asks this question carefully, "we're you a virgin when you died?" He scoffs.

"Katherine." Bring her up. You know how she gets me hot.

"I don't understand."

"I'm human."

"Yes I know. I kinda helped you with that."

"That means I have a human's constitution."

"Alright."

"Which means that I was two seconds from coming all over your hand."

"It's been done before—" Bonnie doesn't understand what the big deal is, but she holds in her laugh anyway. He looks a little embarrassed. "Damon, I don't understand."

"I just forgot how it feels. It's a lot to take in, alright." He pushes his wet hair off of his face. "I've been fucking for years... I've never been...I'm not a minute man." A cackle erupts from her throat until he shoots her a look that shuts her up.

She looks at his pinkish skin. Takes in the way his chest rises and falls. He's human. I guess it's a big deal.

"It' s fine Damon. I'm not asking you to do anything you can't." He turns his face away from her.

"We don't have bad sex, Bonnie."

"True, but you don't know that it'll be bad."

"It will. You're accustomed to being fucked by a sex god—" Cue eyeroll.

"You're human for a reason...so we can have a baby. You could've just deposited a sample in a jar if you're gonna act like this. I still want you. The motions are the same. That's all you need to know how to do." Naturally he ignores everything else she's said, but just proves what she already knew. I know you so well, Damon Salvatore.

"A jar? My kid's not coming out of a jar." There'll be no kid if we don't do anything.

"It's not important okay. It's not like we need to go at it for hours." It's not like they had marathon sex all that often. They didn't have sex to put in the history books on a daily basis, that's not to say their love life wasn't good, because that'd be a horrible horrible lie. But there were times she couldn't orgasm, and times he wasn't in the mood and no matter how much coaxing from her, he couldn't get into it. And that was fine.

She knows that he gets off on getting her off; he knew how to do that too, well. Liked to get her loose and limber and pliant. Sweaty and sensitive and easy to please. "It's just a warm up." She likes that just as much as when they have their morning fuck, which is like a two on a scale of amazing. She tells him this.

"None of that matters, just let it happen."

When she takes a seat on his thighs and reaches for him again, he doesn't push her off, he freezes up.

"Just relax..." Bonnie strokes slow until she feels tension drain from his body. "Good?" He's hot in her hand. Burning me up. But everything else is the same. The way he curves in her palm is the same, fills her hand in the familiar way. The way he bites his lips and watches her is familiar.

Bonnie starts swiping the head with her thumb on the upstroke. "Yeah." Places a hand on his hip that she moves when he starts to jerk up into the other one.

Bonnie's seen him rip hearts out of vampire's chest plenty of times. Knows how they groan before they die. When Damon comes it's the first cousin of the sound.

Bonnie swirls her fingers through the stickiness on his stomach. "That was atleast a two minutes." His eyes are smiling, but his face becomes beet red.

"What was the point in that?"

"Takes the edge off. All we have to do is wait." Damon pulls her face between his hands. Kisses her deep. She kisses him back. "I can't get over how warm you are."

"Like it better?"

"No. It's nice though." The stay like that until Damon grabs her hips and grinds Bonnie on him. Pulls and pushes her body in this slow rhythm. Mmmmmm. The friction against her clit is heavenly. "Like that?"

"Yeah." She feels him harden underneath her, so she starts moving on her own. Smears her wet pussy all over his lap. Rocks forward and pushes back until a little slides in. Just the tip. Gives it a polish with a couple nips. "Fuck Bonnie." Damon spits in his palm and reaches down to fist the rest that's not in her. "Let me." Bonnie slaps his hand out the way and takes over. "More?"

"Please... just sit on it." He almsot never begs, so it's nice when he does. She moves her hand. Rises all the way up and just rubs it against the mouth of her pussy. "Please." Only since you asked so nicely, and swallows him down.

"Bonnie."

She lowers herself onto his stomach. Presses her breasts against his chest. Rains kisses across down his throat, and sucks the skin there. Swivels her hips. Slow. No need to rush.

"Bonnie..." Damon's trying to get his thrusting under control. He's upstroke is a still a bit .c..o..o when he wraps his arms around her back.

"Damon... it's so good. I can't believe you were worried. We're always good together..."

There's a low hum that she thought was coming from her, but she realizes it's her when she clears her throat. "Ohhhhhh." She's not expecting to come, she's still happy when she does though."Oh God." It's deep and strong and ripples through her body in continuous waves.Her release is a catalyst to his and seconds later he's stuttering strokes into her again.

He does this half growl, half bark into her shoulder which sends a shiver down her spine, and fills her up.

Bonnie stays there, but she turns her face away trying to catch her breath. He's doing the same. "That was so hot."

"You liked that?"

"Yeah." She can feel the sweat coming off of his body, so she slides against the slick skin while he groans. That's hot too.

She turns her head and kisses his ear.

"We're gonna be great parents Damon. We'll be there for our kid...not like our parents you know, they tried, but it won't be like that. My mom wasn't there, and your dad didn't love you the way you needed to be loved, but that won't be us. If how you love me is any indication of how much love you have to give, you've got more than enough Damon, you'll be an amazing father."

She gets no verbal response from him. Damon just lays there. Leaking tears. He's not sobbing, just releasing a steady flow of water that keeps hitting the side of her face. When she tries to lift her head he holds her tighter, so she just rests her head on his shoulder until he's done.

Eventually he loosens his grip. Lets her raise up, but when she goes to look at his face he throws his arm over it. Bonnie tugs at until he lowers it. She takes in the red eyes and the tear tracks left behind. Doesn't say anything. Fingers the puffed up skin underneath the ocean of blue. Then leans down and presses her lips to his sweaty forehead and climbs out of the bed.

Bonnie legs are doing a fine imitation of taffy, and why did he think it was gonna be bad? Before she closes the bathroom door she tells him, "You're gonna take me to lunch."


Damon steps outside, only to realize that a leather jacket is not the best choice when you're not a vampire. "It's hotter than hell out here."

"That's why you should take that off." He still has on all black and she pities him. You have no clue. "We can ride with the top up and the air on, if we have to."

"No. It's a nice day." They climb into the car and before he puts the key in the ignition Bonnie yanks his hand.

He watches her as she slides the ring off his finger, deposits it in her purse. She laughs when he leans his head back and soaks up the sun.

"How's it feel?"

"Nice."

Damon stays in that odd dreamy state all the way to the restaurant. It's the same one he'd been taking her to since she was a teenager. The one she knew the menu to back and forth.

Damon doesn't tell them it's her birthday. It only took one embarrassing serenade that caused him a aneurysm to never do it again.

They sit around talking about any and everything. Laugh at each other's jokes, the ones nobody else would get. It's a good birthday, thus far.

During desert she orders the tiramisu instead of her usual strawberry tart.

"Trying something new?"

"This way we can share." He looks a little confused. "You know, because you're allergic. And I don't want to end up spending most of my day in the hospital." Then Damon smiles. The same smile she gives him when he remembers the little things about her.

They take turns spooning cake into each others mouths. Giggle when Bonnie drops some into his lap. Ignore the looks from the table over.

She whispers, "they're staring at us." Damon laughs. "They said we're cute."

"Why would they ever say a thing like that?"

"I mean look at us." Always so cocky. Bonnie laughs anyway. "You're glowing."

"It's probably a little too soon for that."

"Yeah, but still. You'll be beautiful with child."

She arches an eyebrow. "With child?"

"Pregnant, whatever. He grabs her hand and rubs his thumb over her fingers. "You really meant all that stuff you said earlier... when we were in bed?'

"I wouldn't have said if I didn't believe it." He leans back in his seat, smile huge on his face.

"You're gonna be a good mom too. You've got all the qualites... you're caring... and judgemental," which he pauses long enough for her to get in a eyeroll, "and...and empathatic." She pulls her hand back and puts it on top. Feels the warmth seep into her skin. Grins.

It seemed like forever ago that she would get weird while he praised her like this. Or she'd pass it off as corny and extra and Damon. Sometimes it was corny and extra and Damon, but that was the best part. That this was how he really felt. She leans across the table and kisses him.

She can hear the awwwwww from the ladies at the next table.


Somehow they end up in this boutique that sell hideous clothes. So, so ugly. The just kind of glance at everything. There has to be something decent in here. She finds the men's clothes.

Bonnie tries to persuade Damon into getting a pair of simple black shorts.

"Why would I wear shorts?" He almost spits out the word.

"Because you always buy jeans"

"And?"

"When it's hot normal people wear shorts okay."

"I'm not normal people. I'll be dead tomorrow." This makes the shop girl's eyes bulge, but she just continues sweeping up around them.

Damon chuckles and picks up a tacky printed wrap dress. "You can start wearing these when you get bigger." Or not.

"How about no."

"You're body's gonna change when you get a little Bon in that oven."

"That doesn't mean I'm gonna wear that."

"Whatever. It'll be perfect for when your..." he takes his palms and cups her breast; she jerks away. Boundaries? It doesn't phase him. "get bigger.." She walks over another rack and looks for anything good there. Then this amazing thought pops into her head.

"If I am, I won't have a period for months."

"Sad that." He puts another ugly dress up to her.

"Yeah sad that." Except she's not all that sad.

He picks up the dress that he'd previously put down. "You sure you don't want this? It's versatile. You can wear it when you're carrying my spawn, or wear it after the birth, when you're in milf mode." She just stares at him.

"It's on saaaaaaalllllllle."

She leaves him there and walks back to the car.


"Me and Elena need to eat. And we need more coffee for Stefan."

"So you want to spend your birthday grocery shopping?"

"It won't be all day. Half an hour tops."

Shopping with Damon is like shopping with a child. He always throws stuff into the basket that Bonnie ends up discarding when they get in line. This time he's throwing this odd assortment of vegetables and fruit and Bonnie keeps looking at him.

"On a health binge?"

"You got to start eating healthy, for the baby." You got to start walking away before I light your pants on fire. Which makes her pause, because if she did it now, she might actually hurt him. If this was permanent, how horrible would that be? Part of his charm is how he's able to take a lickin' and keep on kickin'. Dysfunction works for us.

"I'm not eating that." They argue over it for a few minutes. Bonnie taking stuff out of the cart and Damon putting it back in. They reach an impasse.

"Don't make me magic you."

He throws his hands up.

"We can keep the carrots."

The thing about something being on your mind, is that you begin to see it everywhere. Bonnie sees three pregnant women in the store, that she's sure she would've never noticed before.

One drops a package of lunch meat on the floor and Bonnie picks it up. "Thanks." She looks at the kid sitting in the basket. Waves when the little girl waves back.

"No problem." The lady tries to walk off but Damon stops her. "How far along are you?" .

"Seven months." She's huge. She rubs her stomach and Damon's face glues itself to it in this expression of awe. Bonnie nudges him. He throws an arm around her. "We're trying to have a baby... it's just kinda amazing for that to become..." he points to the little girl that's started sucking jello out of a container, "one of those." The lady laughs.

"It happens pretty quick."

Damon follows it up with about a million other questions, most of them generally out of line until Bonnie grabs him an apologizes.

They're in line when he reaches over and lightly tugs at her hair. "You're gonna look so beautiful with a gut full of human." Sweetest thing you've ever said.

"It must be my birthday with all these compliments."


Damon tells her to sit down while he puts up the groceries. She sits in a chair, watches him almost glides across the floor.

When he's done he walks over to her. "Hold up your dress." So Bonnie does. He goes to his knees. Looks up at her with those eyes, with that face. That face that's open as usual. It's always so open. He kisses the inside of her thighs. Right then left. "I love you."

"I love you too." She bends down enough for them to kiss. Meanwhile, he pulls the cotton underwear down until it hooks one ankle. "Sit back." Then he proceeds to give her the best head he's ever given her, and as much as she likes his dick, he's more of a tongue man, so that's saying a lot.

When she's panting and writhing and slapping his shoulder he finally lets go. Face wet and out of breath. "Fuck me right now."

"So fucking bossy." But he's smiling and she knows he's going to do it.

Damon stands up, pulls down his pants and maneuvers her limp body to his liking. Malleable like clay. Molds her into the seat, legs pushed back. When he slides in they collectively gasp. Yes. It takes him a few pumps but he finds a spot that makes her ooh ooh ooh, and tilts his hips to dig into it repeatedly. She takes it, with his warm hands on the backs of her thighs and his sweat drizzling on her face, she takes it.

This whole warming up business was right. The more she came, the easier it was for her to come. They might be small, but they'd rain down all over her.

She almost fights off her next release, feels the beginning tremors coming deep from, Oh my God, and maybe that's where they're coming from. She didn't really know if she believed in Nirvana or places of eternal punishment, sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't, but right now there had to be some god out there sending her a little heaven on earth. She was thankful.

Damon rode her throughout the first few orgasms, he didn't disappoint her, but eventually he came and pulled out. Told her to touch herself until she was too sensitive to do that. She finishes with a purr.

Bonnie collapses in the chair, legs splayed open, still quivering. Cunt swollen and twitching and messy and nipping at air. Shaky laughs bubbling out of her throat. "Damon that waaaaassss soooo gooood." Damon chuckles and leans down to kisses her. Lifts her up so he can take her seat. Sits her in his lap. Bonnie can't really think, she just sits there and takes in her surroundings. She can feel his hand starfished in the center of her back; his jism running out of her onto his legs. Feels the cool air of the fan showering down on them.

Bonnie takes her hand and places it on his chest. Damon heartbeats like a metronome. Pulses slow and steady and strong.

"Still a sex god." Bonnie just laughs that shaky laugh and rests her forehead on his.


While they're waiting for their appetizers, she and Elena go to the bathroom. She tells her everything.

"Oh my God, Bonnie. I'm so happy for you." She can tell that she is.

"Thanks, I might not be but I couldn't not tell you." She pulls Elena into a hug. "I could do it for you too, if you wanted."

"Really?" Elena twirls her wedding ring around finger. She grins. "Bonnie that would be great. I'll talk to Stefan about it."

They walk back to table and she already knows Damon told his brother. "You told him already."

"We're we keeping it a secret? You didn't tell me that."

"It wasn't a secret, and if it was I wouldn't have told you because you don't know how to keep them."

Stefan laughs.

"I told Elena I could do it for you guys? Having cousins around the same age is always nice." He looks at Elena and they do some weird silent communication.

"Yeah. We would like that."

Elena and Damon (oddly) start talking about nurseries and play rooms and Stefan ends up giving Bonnie her first gift. " Happy Birthday. This is from us."

He hands her a box with a bow around it. She opens it up and it's an emerald necklace. She been looking for something that could be used as a talisman, and still not clash with everything like the humongous, ugly, yellow one of Emily's.

Elena pipes up. "It goes with your eyes."

"Thank you."

"And emeralds are good fertility stones too. They insure peace between partners." He looks at Damon. Damon scowls.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

Elena finishes, "oh and it's for happiness and good fortune, all stuff you'll need. The lady at the occult shop asked if that's what we wanted it for, but we just thought it was pretty. How crazy is that?"

"Really crazy. Thank you guys so much."

"Open mines up." Damon thrust the bag into her hand and she laughs and takes it.

Pulls out a heavy silver frame with a picture of them; they took it during their vacation in Italy last summer. Damon said he wanted to "visit his roots," but he really just wanted to use his Italian and impress her. The photo is cut off right below the knee.

"See, you can still see the bruise." They look at each other and laugh. Bonnie tripped on some cobblestone on their last day there. Scraped her knee. And she limped over to a bench beside another American tourist with a fanny pack, who gave her a bandage.

Damon sat next to her and she asked him did he want a taste. So he caught a few drops on his finger and put it in his mouth. The man next to them about passed out.

"Thanks Damon. It's perfect." She puts the bag down and he tells her to check the bottom.

Bonnie's eyes almost pop out of her head

"What is it?" She pulls the dress from the boutique out. And Elena and Stefan both just stare.

"Oh. It's a nice material Bonnie." No it's not Elena.

She turns to Damon. "I hate you."

"I know."


She wakes him up in the middle of the night. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

"I'm just trying to increase the chances."

They go at it again the next morning before Bonnie leaves for work. "You can never have too much sex."

She kisses him on the way out like she always does. He hugs her like he always does. She's still a little of weirded out about all the warmth coming off his body, but it'll be gone by the time she gets home. He'll be back to normal. But he'll still be Damon, and that's all that matters.

Her birthday was great as far as birthday's for Bonnie go.

She doesn't get pregnant on her twenty seventh birthday. But she does on Damon's one hundred and seventy-seventh. And that's just as good.


A/N: Thank you guys for all your comments on the last story.

I don't know if I mentioned that these aren't in any kind of order.

Thanks for reading.