Well, that was fast. I have so much time on my hands as i'm waiting for the re-airing of "The Descent" to come on. Uhm, this chapter was basically how Elena got knocked up. More to come about dating, how they broke the news to Jenna, how Damon proposed and the wedding/honeymoon. it's should be good; stay tuuned and review !

( uhhm, so how amazing was Ian Somerhalder last night? man, can he cry or what.)

Elena ignored the constant buzzing from the bedside table. Damon's cell phone had been going off for the last hour, but she was too tired to tell him to shut it up.

"Hello." Damon grumbled quietly. There was a voice on the other side of the line, and Damon sighed. "No. No, I'm on my way." Elena turned over to look at Damon, who's blue eyes had dark rings under them, and who was constantly rubbing his face. He looked irritated and annoyed at whatever was going on. "Yep, of course, Liz. See you soon." With that, he closed his phone and got out of bed.

"What's up?" Elena asked, rubbing her inflated stomach.

"Uh, just a vampire problem." He said quickly, standing up with a bare chest, in only his boxers. She smiled to herself as he crossed the room to put some pants and a black t-shirt on. She wondered everyday how she'd ended up with such a gorgeous creature in her bed. "Nothing to worry about, babe. I'll be back before dawn." Elena looked at the alarm clock beside her. It read 3:00 in the morning. He'd better be back before dawn. Damon made his way over to her and kissed her forehead, he then kissed her exposed stomach, then back to her lips.

"Love you." She whispered, closing her eyes.

"Love you, too." He said, covering her with the blanket then leaving her alone.


"Why are you being so nice to me? You hate me." Elena stated it as if it were a well known fact. She leaned her head against the cold, passenger side window.

"I don't hate you." Damon said, "On the contrary, I actually like you, which is strange because I don't usually like people." Damon shrugged. "Not even Stefan." Elena shuddered slightly at his name. It had been a week since Stefan left Mystic Falls, and Damon was already her first call when she was drunk and alone. She'd been at this big bash at the grill, and Elena had worn the shortest little red dress she could find and got some older men to buy drinks for her, Caroline and Bonnie. The two had already left but Elena stated she was not done yet. Damon had just rescued her from two old creepy men offering to take her home. "You know what I don't get Elena?" Damon asked, looking over at her drunken, slutty dressed form.

"What's that?"

"Why you told Stefan you cheated on him." Damon said. Elena adjusted her position to sit upright beside Damon in her seat.

"It wasn't going anywhere." She whispered, well aware that Damon could hear perfectly.

"Why didn't you just end it?"

"Damon. I don't know." Elena said, looking at him. "I really don't know. I wasn't thinking. Can we not talk about this, and can you just take me home?" She said, watching Damon nod, and then she slumped back into her seat.

Elena go out of the car, stumbling, and tripping, and Damon was there in a flash to hold her up. She leaned against him until her legs wobbled and gave out. He picked her up with ease and raced up to her room to set her on her bed.

"Easy now." He set her against her pillow and he moved away. But, with a hard tug of his hand, she pulled him into her. He fell on top of her, catching himself with his hands on either side of her head. "What are you doing?" He asked, puzzled.

She leaned up, her eyes half closed as she pushed her lips into his, and he dropped his weight on top of her, pressing into her further. He kissed her back hungrily, running his tongue on her bottom lip, already tasting the alcohol before she allowed entrance. She pulled off his top, fumbling with the button on his jeans. "Elena…" He groaned warningly at her, but she continued to kiss him, nodding quickly. She quickly pulled down his pants, as he wiggled her out of her little red dress. She was clad in black lacy bra and underwear, and her red lipstick was now plastered all over him. He planted kisses down her neck and between her breasts and down her stomach to the start of her panties. He looked up for reassurance and she nodded once more.

In the morning, she was surprised to see that Damon was still beside her. She'd always thought that if they actually did it, he'd be gone by the morning. Not that she ever thought about doing the deed with Damon. His arm was wrapped around her bare stomach, and she smiled at is beautiful form. They looked perfect together, and as much as he irritated her, they sort of looked perfect all naked and tangled together. He looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. His eyelashes were dark and long, his lips pursed and pink. His eyebrows scrunched together in a cute sleeping from. One blue eye opened, then both, to look at her.

Elena frowned as she finally felt the rush of her massive hangover. "Ow." She gripped her head, and Damon smirked.

"That'll teach you not to consume so much alcohol." He said, rubbing her stomach, then getting up to get her Advil and some water.

She swallowed the pill and finished off the water, looking up at Damon who had already gotten his pants back on. He looked down at her, quirking an eyebrow. "What just happened?" Damon said, pointing to just above her to motion about last night. Elena looked as if she was thinking this through hard.

"We had sex." Elena pointed out. And Damon nodded.

"I know, I was there." Damon said. This was all too awkward for the both of them, and Damon Salvatore did not do awkward. They just sort of looked at each other for a minute or two. "I'm just gonna…" Damon pointed to the window.

"Yeah, I'll ah, call you later." She said, watching as Damon found his shirt and leather jacket and hopped out the window.

"Oh boy." Elena said, gripping the blanket to her chest.


"What the hell is going on, Jeremy?" Damon asked, signing a release paper. Sheriff Forbes opened the cell door of the Police Station so Jeremy Gilbert could walk out. "Thank you, Liz. I'll see to it that Jeremy will never be pulled in again." Damon grabbed Jeremy's arm and towed him out of he station. "Jeremy why in the world were you drinking in front of cops?" Damon brushed a hand through his hair in frustration. "Elena will kill you and I if she ever finds out about this."

"And she won't." Jeremy said, ripping his arm out of Damon's hand.

"And it won't ever happen again." Damon threatened, pushing Jeremy to the passenger side door.

"Man, you are so whipped if you're actually scared of my sister." Jeremy stated, leaning against the window.

"Shut your drunk ass up, little Gilbert, or I will tell Elena." That shut Jeremy right up because he knew when Damon says he'd do something, he'll do it.