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There was a knock on the door of the boarding house, Matt opening it for Bonnie Bennet, a smile on her face that dropped quickly when she saw the look on his face. "Who's dead?"

"Nothing we can't handle." He said as he hugged her. "But I'm glad you're here Bon."

"What happened? Is it Lily?" Her eyes darkened. "Is it Kai?"

He shook his head quickly.

Caroline grinned, "Hey Bonnie!"

"Hey guys. Now what the hell am I supposed to fight?"

"Nothing yet, it might not be even a problem." Alaric reassured her.

"Ha." Jeremy laughed bitterly in Bonnie's ear as they embraced, "When has it ever not been a problem?"

Their conversation was interrupted by shouts of joy from outside the house. "You totally just lost, Ams."

A girl laughed, "You wish, Jay!"

Everyone in the group of reunited old friends zeroed in on Alaric and Jo.

"I thought you said they weren't coming?" Matt asked.

"Apparently we were wrong." Alaric looked at Jo, but she shrugged. The parents went out to greet their children.

"Everyone, this is Amelia and Jason. Amelia and Jason, this is everyone."

"Uh hi," Amelia had her father's dark blonde hair and her mother's light in her eyes. She was well built and had a kind look about her. Jason on the other hand had darker hair and looked more like his mother; well he looked like a Gemini witch. Just by looking at them you could tell that their parents had raised them the same way they had guided Elena and Jeremy. They were handsome and beautiful but didn't exactly seem suited for the type of stuff their parents had been in.

Jason, even at 24 still looked at Caroline and Stefan with some genuine amazement. "You guys are really vampires?" he said incredulously.

Both Caroline and Stefan looked at Alaric and Jo. They smiled sheepishly.

"But how are you in the sun." While Jason seemed like he coveted them Amelia looked at them were specimen in a Petri dish. She then turned her attention to Tyler, who by the way didn't look his age, and grinned. "You're cute."

"Amelia!" Jo scolded but you could see she was fighting a smile.

Tyler looked shocked and slightly happy. Liv swatted his arm and glared at him.

"Still have your eternal charm I see." Caroline rolled her eyes and shrugged.

Jeremy groaned. "Can we get back to the girl?"

"Geez, missed you too Jer." Bonnie quipped and gave him an armed hug, and for a minute the world was in balance. In a second Damon and Elena would come in greet them with sunshine and rainbows, well at least Elena, Damon would greet them with semi-offensive nicknames and sarcastic comments.

They all sighed before reality took over. "What's up with this girl?" Bonnie broke the pleasurable silence.

"Who?" Amelia asked innocently. They all could all tell that the twins were going to take some getting used to.

Tyler relayed the story to the newcomers. The twins looked horrified. "You fed her your blood?" Jason asked. "That can't be a feasible medical solution, can it?"

Jo sighed, having dreaded this conversation for some time. Jo and Alaric kept no secrets from their kids. They knew about their witch heritage, they knew about their vampire back stories, they knew about their namesakes, Amelia Elena and Jason Damon, they even knew about the twin ritual that they parents had run from. They had never seen a vampire in the flesh, thanks to their parents careful planning, but they considered themselves much better with common sense than their parents, as most twenty-something year olds felt. Jason had gone into medicine like his mother and Jo and Alaric had guessed he would be very judgmental of his mother's earlier presiding with…ahhh…alternative methods.

"It works well in most cases." Jo defended. Caroline looked down sadly. Stefan placed his hand on hers.

"Maybe it didn't work because it was old?" Jeremy guessed.

Stefan shook his head. "While I've never heard of vampire blood being kept that long, it's not that type of thing."

"Do we know anything?" Jo asked.

"Aria Flemming, born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, happy, stable home, probably some siblings, maybe a little bit jumpy but she just had a car accident and woke up in strange town so I'm not surprised, but other than that nothing that would scream psychopath." Matt debriefed them.

Alaric thought for a moment. "Flemming? That was my crazy ex-wife's last name that just so happened to be Elena's mom."

Jason and Amelia stared at him. He reddened. "Did we not mention that bit?"

Tyler scoffed, "That's hardly anything. I say we keep her here until we know more."

"We can't just hold her against her will. I bet you anything she's a normal kid and you guys are overreacting." Caroline rolled her eyes. "So what if she has a super sensitivity to the supernatural." She stressed the word dramatically, earning an adoring laughed from Stefan and a sentimental grin from Bonnie.

"We do have a way to gage her though. Her parents insisted on coming to pick her up. We meet them and then regroup." Matt suggested, an idea everyone agreed on.

...

Damon hobbled in after a long day at work. He still had the bar below their apartment, a place he loved almost as much as he loved his wife.

His wife…formerly girlfriend…formerly brother's girlfriend. Elena and he had tied the knot not too long ago, just a few months after they had left Mystic Falls. He thought of his home often, his younger brother, his friends that had become almost family. The memories of their smiling faces grazed his mind regularly. Whether it be the day drinkers that came in after a break up to remind him of Alaric and even Jenna, or the happy couple on a date to remind him of Caroline and Stefan as he hoped they were still going strong.

He flipped the switch on the wall and was greeted by a sight. Elena was standing tall, in her favorite purple dress, similar to the one she had worn at the wedding, her hair pulled up in a bun, and a table set for two.

He was pleasantly surprised to find her so put together. She had been pulling long shifts at the hospital as he had at the bar, almost crossing paths with Stefan's hellish future hallucinations. But there she was, smiling proudly, a glint in her eye that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Hey." She smirked.

"Hi." She took his hand and led him to a seat across from hers and sat down and herself.

"What's this all about?" He asked. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh, nothing." She was still smiled widely.

He reached hesitantly for the bottle of wine. "You haven't gotten sick of me and are trying to poison me, are you?"

She laughed, the kind of laugh that made him want to sing. "Not yet."

"Then what's up?" He asked again, trying not to get scared. When he was about to pour wine into her glass, her hand stopped his.

"I'm not allowed to have alcohol, now." She grinned.

His eyes widened. "What happened, are you okay?"

She giggled, obviously having fun playing this game with him. "How old were you when your mom had Stefan?"

He sat back. "Three, maybe four for some of it. I barely remember it though. Why?"

"Oh, no reason, just wondering how you are with pregnant women."

The realization dawned on him. "Wait—you aren't?"

She beamed and nodded.

He stood. "Really!?"

Elena laughed. "Yes!"

His face gradually came down from the look of utter joy and happiness as he sat back down.

Elena looked terrified. "Do you—do you not want this?" Her voice hardened. "'Cause if not I can totally do this on my own. If you don't want your baby, than that's fine—"

With speed rivaling his time as a vampire he cut her off with a kiss. "No, no, don't get me wrong I want this with you more than anything, I just…"

Her face softened. "Just what?"

He sighed and took her face in his hand. "I didn't have that much of a role model in the dad department. The few fathers I know weren't that great to their kids, my own dad killed me."

He said that so nonchalantly that she had to laugh. "Damon." She took his hand from her face and brought it to her stomach. "This is our little miracle. Look at me in the eye and tell me that you don't want to be our little angel's father and then I'll believe you aren't going to be one." He looked away. "Hey, I love you, and I love our baby, and I know, as well as I know my own name, that you are going to be the best father in the world."

Their lips met in the most passionate and loving kiss, if it was possible, of their lives. "Oh, Elena." He picked her up and spun her. She laughed as he set her down. "I love you and I love our baby and I am never leaving you."

They smiled at each other and held each for a long time. And for the first time in forever, Damon didn't have a single thought of their lives before now. Stefan and Alaric and all the others were their past, this little angel was their future.

"What are you thinking about?" Elena asked from the passenger's seat. She had a pillow on her lap and he had thought she was staring at the window but apparently she had been staring at him.

"Nothing." He responded, his mind still drifting to the night had found out she was pregnant.

They lay in bed after a night of celebrating. Elena was fast asleep, her head on his shoulder, breathing softly. He wondered in the back of mind if this was the future Stefan had imagined for him and Elena. In a world where they could have been happy with a family and a house with a lawn and a garage and everything Stefan had thought Elena wanted.

Damon thought of Alaric and what his reaction to the news about the Salvatore baby would have been. He could imagine that his best friend would be overjoyed and slightly cautious. He would warn the couple of the strain that having baby would put on their relationship. He would refuse the option Elena would have given him as honorary grandpa, but accept the role of uncle.

Bonnie would smile at them and wonder to herself if she would ever get that. Then look at Jeremy and wonder if he was thinking the same thing. She would fit right into the role of the insightful aunt, the one with all the "life experience" and "wisdom".

Caroline would shriek with joy and start planning the baby shower, the first birthday, and even the baby's wedding. She would spoil this baby like it was her own, because, Damon knew, not being able to have a baby was the only thing she missed about being a human.

Matt would drag Damon out into the yard, yell at him for a solid 5 minutes about never, ever abandoning Elena or his future niece or nephew. Then he and Tyler would congratulate them and tease Damon about "the domestic life".

Jeremy would be so happy for his sister and would think that if anyone deserved this it was them. He would call the position of fun uncle that let his niece of nephew do anything whatsoever. He would think about training them to be able to defend themselves and would cherish the little moments he had with the kid, teaching them how to draw and sketch. And when no one was looking he would cry about his childhood and how if there was one thing he was certain about he would not let this kid go off the deep end.

Stefan would put on the brave face. He would have congratulated them and they would have known he was genuine but knew that part of him wished it was him that was the father. He wished it was Damon that was an eternal teenager and Stefan got to be the husband, be the father, and grow old with Elena by his side. He would love his niece of nephew like they were his life, because if there was anything he wanted above his happiness it was Damon and Elena's.

Damon sat in bed thinking about this. How, if this kid was raised in Mystic Falls, sure it would be terribly dangerous but it would be home. She (he hoped it was a mini-Elena) would have a multitude of adoring family waiting on her hand and foot.

He knew that he loved his daughter more than anything, perhaps more even than Elena.

Damon hadn't even noticed his cheeks had gotten wet until Elena mentioned it. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm good." Damon reassured her, not even convincing himself.

She reached for his hand that was clenched so tight the knuckles were white. "Getting it all out now." She joked as genuinely as she could.

"It's horrible and amazing," he sighed, "How I could go so long without thinking about them, and by extension, missing them, and then it just comes flooding back in."

She nodded. She had gotten over the pain of losing her family a while ago. She knew that everyone's lives were happier, but know they were bringing their kids into his life.

"Mom, dad? Who are we talking about?"

They jumped. "Honey, I thought you were asleep."

Damon and Elena had dragged their two youngest along for the ride not willing to leave them alone for a long period of time. Tara, the youngest girl, might seem docile and quiet, but man, could she throw a party. And their 15 year old son, Peter, was way to young to deal with that.

"I can't sleep, I'm worried about Ria." Peter mumbled sleepily. He was the baby of the family and definitely had a different look on this as the others did. All of their little hell-beasts were amazingly different.

Rachel, the oldest, was snarky and sarcastic. She tended to show the worst versions of her parents to everyone except them. Rachel was already 22 and was going for a degree in medicine at Duke. She knew when she was getting into trouble and let it happen. Her parents blamed it on her youth but genetics definitely played a part. They had sent her ahead to Mystic Falls because she was closer but weren't exactly reassured that that would do more good than harm.

Aria was daddy's little girl even though she was the middle child. She always managed to get her father's attention and trusted him above all others. She was far more reckless than the others. But also had a quiet thoughtfulness and was incredibly brilliant. She was 19 and completely undetermined in all ways.

Tara was quieter than anyone in their family. She came across as innocent and defenseless, but her parents and older sisters learned early on her silence was all the better to plan attacks with. She was surprisingly cunning and tended to be the mastermind of her sister's pranks. Tara was also a perfectionist and had a strange fascination with cars. Out of all their children she acted the most like Stefan. She was almost 18 and already had her life planned out. She loved to write and read but would never let anyone ever see her work. Says, you can read when it's a best-seller.

Peter was the youngest and the only boy. He was his father's desperate attempt to get out of the wallowing pit of girls his wife had put him in. He was 15 and never stopped talking. He seemed convinced that he would find his true love in high school (cue the million jokes Damon told Elena about them moving to Mystic Falls because it seems to only happen there) and had dated every girl in the student body who had gotten tired of his pestering and relented to go on a date with him. He oddly resembled both Stefan, and strangely enough, Jeremy more than he did his parents.

"She's fine, Petey. We're just worried about her and haven't seen her in a while." Elena explained patiently.

"Then who are you talking about?" Tara asked groggily.

Damon and Elena exchanged looks. Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Our old friends used to live in Mystic Falls, we were just thinking about them." Okay, not too far off the truth.

"Is it Josette, Bonnie, Caroline, Stefan, and Alaric?" Tara asked innocently.

Damon almost crashed the car. "Where on earth did you hear those names?"

"Uhh…those are our middle names. Rachel Josette, Aria Bonnie, Tara Caroline, and Peter Stefan Alaric." Peter supplied, looking confused.

Elena sighed. "What makes you think that, Tar?"

"A number of reasons actually," she took a deep breath like she had been preparing for this her whole life. "A lot of people name their kids after family or friends. And while Rachel, Aria, Tara, and Peter don't sound that weird together, Josette, Bonnie, Caroline, Stefan, and Alaric just don't seem to fit together, which leads me to believe that we are named after people very close to guys. They all come from different cultures and places. Another contributing factor is that Peter has two middle names. Generally when a family has one child with two middle names, all of the children have two middle names. It's almost as if you ran out of kids." Elena and Damon grinned sheepishly at each other. "So that lead me to believe that once upon a time you guys had friends are weren't on the TPA." Peter laughed at that but his parents didn't.

"She gets it from you." Damon said to his wife.

Elena rolled her eyes, same old Damon under there somewhere.

"Okay, so yes. Those are the friends we were talking about." Damon relented.

"Did you have a falling out, or something?" Peter asked.

"Uhhh…" Damon looked to Elena for help.

"No, we just grew apart." Elena said thoughtfully.

"Well you must have cared enough to name us after them, but not enough to give us their names as our first names." Peter said, not meaning to be rude, just curious.

Elena looked down. They had wanted to give them their family's first names but held off for their own protection.

Damon smiled sadly. "They all helped your mother and I through a very tough time when we were younger. We wanted to honor them, at least a little bit."

The car was silently for a few minutes before Tara spoke up again. "It's such a coincidence that the place where Aria crashes just so happens to have so much history with our family."

Elena sighed, "Yeah." If only that's what it was.

Someone asked for Damon and Elena's early years as parents and here you go. A lot of the rest of the story will involved flashbacks through Damon and Elena telling stories to everyone in Mystic Falls. How did you like Jason and Amelia? I know they were a bit much, but I'm still working on perfectly their character arcs in my head. I like to think of them as Jo and Alaric before they went thought everything they did. I'm really excited to write for Rachel. I basically wrote this entire thing to have a scene with Stefan and Rachel...just get ready. Creepier than Tyler and Amelia's little thing...which will amount to nothing I warn you.

Thank you sooooooo much for the reviews. The feedback that I'm getting from this is beyond my wildest dreams. Hope you enjoyed it.

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