Hey Guys! Damon's POV... what?!

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"Before I left, you and I..." I trailed off.

"Elena, don't." He tried.

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to get with you or anything. But there is something really need to to talk about," I implied. Here goes nothing!

"Damon, you have a daughter."

DAMON POV:

If the look on the Elena's face wasn't so serious, I would've thought she was just messing with me but no... she was dead serious.

I must have blanked out or something because next thing I knew, Elena was waving her hand in front of my face. She looked incredibly concerned.

"W-what? How could this have happened?!" I yelled, so shocked.

"Well, Damon, when a guy and a girl have crazy unprote-" She started using a fake motherly voice, but I interrupted.

"Elena! This is serious! How could I have a daughter?! I thought I used a condom!" I cried... endless 'how' questions running through my mind.

"Condoms don't always work a hundred percent of the time, Damon. We were just unlucky. Not that having my daughter was a bad thing." She replied, apparently trying to stay calm.

"Of course, it was a bad thing, Elena!" You are only 21! That's way too young to be a mother!" I yelled, immediately regretted my words.

"Having Isabel was not a bad thing, Damon! She is the best thing that ever happened to me!" She yelled. And the claws come out, I thought.

"I know, Elena. I'm sorry. That was the worst thing to say." I tried.

"Yeah. It was." She said, standing up and grabbing her bag.

"No, Elena, I'm sorry. Please, don't go." I pleaded, but she just ignored me and headed toward the door. I was about to run after her, but as soon as I stood there was a loud SLAM! as the front door shut.

ELENA POV:

"I am SO stupid, Caroline. How could I think for one second that DAMON SALVATORE would be ready to be a father! I'm an idiot," I yelled to Caroline on the phone, waiting for her to come pick me up at the end of the Salvatore's driveway.

"No, Elena. You're not stupid or an idiot. You just wanted to be a good mom, and give your daughter a father. Maybe Damon was just not ready. Maybe now that he knows, he'll open up to the idea of having a daughter." She reasoned.

"You're right, Caroline. Hopefully, he will open up to it. And soon." I responded, with a pinprick of hope.

"You've ranted for the last ten minutes... why don't you tell me what he actually said." She said.

"Oh crap, Caroline sorry. That arrogant asshole basically said that having Isabel was a mistake and a bad thing! Like, why would he say that? Honestly?" I was getting myself all riled up again just explaining.

"It's okay, Elena. Cool down. It wasn't right for him to say something like that, but I think he was just shocked; even though that's not a valid excuse." Caroline reasoned, "I think you should give him some ideas to turn the thought around in his head and then try to confront him about it again. Then maybe he will be a little more open minded."

"You're right. I shouldn't have just dropped the bomb like that," I concluded.

"Okay, Elena. I'll be there in about two minutes," she informed me.

"'Kay. Bye." I said, then hung up.

***IN THE CAR***

"Caroline, does Jenna still live in my parents old house?" I asked, slightly hopeful.

"Yeah, why?" She answered.

"Can you take me there? I kinda haven't told her that I was back yet."

"Okeedokee." She answered, a ring in her voice.

Ten minutes later we pulled up to my old house. The big white house has not changed one bit, and I hope my aunt who was living there didn't either. I honestly really missed Jenna. She was the one I confided everything to. When I was having boy troubles, I went to her. When I was missing my deceased parents, I went to her. When I was just having a plain bad day, I went to her. But when I was pregnant, I didn't. And I am so mad at myself for that. When I think about it, she's the only person who would have truly accepted it.

I said goodbye to Caroline and walked up to the door. I nervously rang to doorbell and waited. The door opened and I was surprised to see my old high school history teacher, Alaric Saltzman.

"Mr. Saltzman. What are you doing here? Where is aunt Jenna?" I asked, still surprised.

"Hello, Elena. Jenna is upstairs in the shower," he responded, welcoming me in with a throw of the hand.

"Why are you here?" I asked again, this time a little more pointedly.

"Oh, Elena. I live here. You're aunt and I are engaged," he answered, calmly, then chuckled at the shock written on my face.

"Y-you guys a-are engaged?!" I yelled, not angry, just surprised.

"Ric, who's at the door?" A lady yelled from the top of the stairs.

"Come and see, babe. You're in for a surprise!" He yelled back. Loud footsteps sounded down the stairs and my beautiful Aunt Jenna appeared in front of me.

"Elena!" She yelled, swooping me into a hug, practically wringing my neck.

"Hi, aunt Jenna," I answered.

"Why are you back? Why'd you leave? Where'd you g-" She started, but Alaric interrupted.

"Care to come into the kitchen, so we can discuss this over drinks, Elena?"

"Um, sure."

Sorry guys. I know this chapter was short and sucky. but I promise it will get better3 Stay with me. R&R... I'm open to any input! Constructive Criticism Please!

~Kait Rose