Gully's Hotel is huge. It sits right in the middle of the town square, next to The Mystic Grill. This is where everyone stays when they visit Mystic Falls. I've only been in it a few times, usually with my parents when they were still alive. Actually, this is the place where Stefan and I had our wedding reception, in General Lee's Ballroom.

I walked over to the main desk, where a young woman with chin length jet black hair. "Hello, Mrs. Salvatore." She smiled wide. Nearly everyone is town knows of Stefan and I because our families are part of the Founding Families. And we don't know half of them. The Salvatore's and Gilbert's are like royalty in Mystic Falls.

"Hi," I smiled, trying my best to be polite. If word got back to Stefan that I was looking for Damon, I don't know what he would do. I couldn't say I was looking for Damon, it would spark curiosity. "Can you tell me which room my husband is staying in?" The girl must have wondered why Stefan would be staying in a hotel when he lives only a few blocks away, but she didn't ask.

The girl looked at the computer and shook her head. "Sorry, Mrs. Salvatore. The only credit card being used currently in this hotel belongs to Damon Salvatore."

"Oh! I completely forget! Stefan used his brother's credit card this time. Damon treated him to a little getaway here." That's a stupid reason. But once again, she didn't ask any questions.

"Alright then, his hotel room is 357." She smiled and I thanked her. Then I got in the elevator and went up to the third floor. It took a few minutes of searching before I found room 357.

I could still turn back. If Stefan found out I went to see Damon, he'd be furious. Without thinking, I knocked on the door and immediately regretted it.

A few seconds later and no response. I decided to just leave. He was probably down at a bar or something. I turned to leave and the door opened, Damon in the door way. He looked surprised. As I'd've was expecting me. "Elena." His tone sounded amused.

"Damon." I responded. He was wearing jeans and no shirt. I couldn't help myself but to look down at his chest and stomach. He must have noticed too because he smirked. I cleared my throat and his smirk disappeared. "Can I come in?" He stepped aside and I went into the hotel room. In it, was a king size bed - unmade. The television was on and playing some crime show. And the view was of the battlefield from The Battle of Willow Creek. "Where's Katherine?" I asked.

"Shopping." Damon said, sounding surprisingly close. I gasped and whirled around, Damon only a few centimeters from my face. "She found out about a outlets." His breath was so cool to gave me goosebumps. "Where's your hubby and daughter?"

"Stefan is working and Sophia is at Caroline's." I gulped and wish I didn't come here. It was all a big mistake. Everything. That night was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. What I should do is march out of the room, get back in my car, go back home and wait for Stefan to come home. That's a good wife would do. But I'm not a good wife. And Damon is the only one, other than me, who knows that.

"So then why are you here?" He raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I knew it wouldn't been long. It's been..what? 3 years? No one would resist me for that long, Lena." I flinched. He used my old nickname. I clenched my fists, suddenly angry at him. I want to go home. But for some reason, it felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I had to talk to Damon. I had to.

"You aren't planning on telling, Stefan, are you?" I blurted out. The whole car ride here I rehearsed what I was going to say to him over and over again in my head. I had a speech planned out but suddenly everything went blank. My heart was racing. Being near him was electrifying. It made my heart beat so much that it couldn't be healthy. It made my palms get sweaty. It made my stomach do cartwheels.

"Telling him what?" He said, knitting his eyebrows together. I grit my teeth. Damn him for acting like this isn't a game. Damn him for coaxing me into giving him what he wanted that night. But we both knew deep inside that it wasn't entirely his fault. It was mine too. I could've said no. I could've walked away and I would never be in this mess in first place. But then, like now, there is some type of unknown force that is forcing me to stay with him. I felt trapped and I started getting dizzy, but I remained standing.

"This isn't a game, Damon. If you tell Stefan about...us and what we did...he would never forgive me. H-He would leave me." Finally, after almost four years of refusing to say it aloud, I finally said it. If Stefan found out that Damon and I slept together, he would leave me. And I don't think I could live without Stefan. He's been my rock. He was the one who encouraged me to publish that book. He was the only who truly helped me get over my parent's death. He was the one who gave me Sophia.

Damon looked at me with his icy blue eyes that could make anyone melt and want to give their bodies to him. I know I did. "He has to know, Elena." He said, sternly. He wasn't trying to be harsh. He sounded almost concerned. For who? I had no idea.

"Why?" I shook my head, denying him. "H-He doesn't have to know. He was clueless about it for more than three years. And we're happy, Damon. I'm begging you. Please don't ruin it on us." My voice croaked. I reached out and grabbed his hand. We both looked down at our hands, clasped together and I quickly pulled mine away. That definitely wasn't planned.

Damon sighed, shaking his head. It seemed like he changed a lot in the past few years. Before I slept with him, he was the cocky bad boy that would get whatever he wanted. But now, he seems like a whole different person. I wonder how many women he slept with since me. God only knows how many women he slept with before me. "Elena, this isn't just about you and me and Stefan anymore." He sat down on the bed.

I sat down next to him, confused. "What do you mean?" I looked at him.

"There's a chance Sophia is mine, isn't there?" He looked up at him. He voice was calm and soft. Like the boy that I was assigned that project with so many years ago never existed. He definitely changed. I couldn't help but thing that I was the cause of his change.

It took a while for his words to sink in, though. I sat there, staring down at the floor. My hands were shaking and it felt like the walls were closing in on my. I shook my head fast, denying whatever he just said. "No, no. Th-That's not possible. Stefan is Sophia's father. He has to be."

"Elena, we slept together just a few weeks before you found out you were pregnant." Sophia looked nothing like Stefan. But she looked nothing like Damon either. She looks exactly like me. With Stefan's personality, but Damon's attitude. I realized that a long time ago about her. She had this amazing ability to give me the puppy dog look whenever she wanted something and, like Damon, she knew I couldn't resist. I always just assumed that it was some gene in the Salvatore blood, a trait that Stefan passed onto Sophia. I never thought about the possibility that Damon passed it onto Sophia.

I was so stupid to never think of that. Since I found out I was pregnant, I knew that Stefan was Sophia's father. Now I'm starting to doubt myself. My chest was rising up and down, too quickly. I had to leave. I had to get out of here. I think Damon was about to reach for my hands when I stood up quickly, wiping my palm sweat on my jeans. "I-I have to go." Then I ran out of the hotel, not looking back at Damon.

I got into my car and sat there in the parking lot, thinking. It must have been a few hours until I finally cleared my head. I decided that I was going to take Sophia for a paternity test. If Damon was wrong and he wasn't her father, then I would keep going on and pretending like that night between Damon and I never happened. But if he was right, then I would have to tell Stefan. And God only knows what will happen between Stefan and Sophia and I. Stefan, father or not, could never leave Sophia. He raised her. He loves her. Just as much as he loves me. But he would leave me.

I didn't realize that I was crying. My mascara was ruined and my cheeks had tear stains on them. I looked at the clock on my phone - 5:03. Sophia was getting hungry, and I promised her that I would make her favorite dinner tonight. Stefan should be home by 7. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself down. I made a mental list in my head of what I was going to do.

I am not going to tell Stefan that Damon and I slept together.

I am not going to tell Stefan that I went to see Damon today.

I am going to take Sophia to get a paternity test.

If Stefan is Sophia's father, I will tell Damon to get the hell out of town and things will reside as normal.

If Damon is Sophia's father, I will tell Damon and Stefan. And then only Stefan could decide what happens from there.

Then I reminded myself that I couldn't change what happened between Damon and I. But sometimes I wonder to myself if I regret it...

I parked my car in Caroline's driveway. After taking a quick check in the mirror to see if there was any sign that I cried, which there wasn't, I got out of the car and let myself into Caroline's house. There was no point in knocking. She already knew I was coming.

"Mommy!" Sophia's perky little voice hollered and she came running into the foyer of the Lockwood Mansion. Lucky Caroline, marrying Tyler earned her a lot of money, a mansion, and tons of property. I scooped up Sophia and propped her on my hip.

Caroline followed Sophia into the foyer, holding her hands up in defense. "I swear, I was not the one who gave her all that sugar." She smiled. And I smiled too, holding Sophia and talking to Caroline felt normal. Unlike the conversation I had only a couple of hours ago.

I laughed a little. It was a forced laugh, but I didn't think Caroline would notice. "Did you have fun, sweetie?" I looked at Sophia. Chocolate was all around her mouth and on her teeth. I knew that whether she was part Damon or part Stefan, I would love her no matter what.

I froze. If Damon was her father, how was this going to affect her? She spent the first three years of her life fully believing that Stefan is her father. We would have to tell her - when she's older. But, of course, that's only if Damon is her father. Too many ifs.

Sophia nodded fast, her dark curls bouncing up and down. "Yes! Aunty Caroline and Uncle Tyler and me played this really fun game, Mommy! We have to buy it! Can we buy it?" She giggled.

"Soph, why don't you go say goodbye to Uncle Tyler. He's upstairs." And with that, Sophia ran upstairs shouting 'Uncle Tyler! Uncle Tyler'. Then Caroline looked at me, her arms crossed against her chest. "What's wrong?" She looked concerned.

I shook my head. "Nothing's wrong, Caroline. I'm fine." She couldn't possibly know that I went to see Damon. Were my eyes still red from crying? Sophia didn't notice anything, and if she did, she would've asked. Three year olds have a tendency to blurt out things.

"Elena Salvatore. I've known you since the first grade. I know when your sad, happy, in love, crazy, and practically every emotion you can think of." She looked at me, right in the eyes. "Tell me."

Caroline hates Damon. She hated him ever since the argument between Stefan and him, right after we slept together. That was when Damon told Stefan that he loved me and all hell broke loose. I still think that Damon was drunk that day. Sometimes I wonder that if that argument never existed, I would be with Damon right now.

Oddly enough, though, I felt like I could trust her. She was right, I've known her since the first grade. We've been through everything together. We know all of each other's secrets. And, believe it or not, Caroline gives amazing advice. I looked at her and took a deep breath. "Damon and I had sex a-and now he's back and he thinks that he's Sophia's father and Stefan doesn't know and I have to get Sophia a paternity test and Stefan will l-leave me if he finds out that I s-slept with Damon and my whole world is crumpling, Caroline." I blurted out. I don't think my eyes even got watery, I think tears just starting rolling down my face.

She blinked a few times, in shock. Her mouth was wide open and so were her eyes. "Y-You and Damon?!" I nodded dumbly and sat down on the couch, feeling dizzy. But it felt so good to get that off my chest. To finally share a secret that I've been keeping for years. Caroline, processing the information slowly sat down next to me. I held my head in my hands, still crying. She slowly rubbed my back. "When?" She asked quietly.

"A few weeks before Damon and Stefan got into that huge argument." I looked up at him, still sobbing like a baby. "I-I don't know why I did, Caroline. I love Stefan. I really do. And I kept it a secret for so long because I pretended that it wasn't real - that is didn't happen."

"But it did, Elena." She hugged me and I hugged her back, crying into her shoulder.

"I don't know what to do, Caroline." My voice cracked.

Caroline pulled away from the hug and tilted my chin up, looking at me right in the eyes. "This is what you're going to do. You're going to do what the old Elena would do. Write in her journal. You know how whenever you write in your journal, your mind becomes clearer. After you write, take as much as time as you need and then you can talk me. I'll go with you to get Sophia her paternity test and I'll be with you for everything, okay?"

I nodded.

Sophia and Tyler came running down the stairs, Sophia laughing like crazy. The sight made me smile a little. She was a joy. She was beautiful. Sophia ran over to me and placed her tiny hands on my knees and looked up at me. "Why are you crying, Mommy?"

I wiped away my tears with my finger and shook my head. "Nothing. I was just thinking about my parents, that's all." Sophia asked plenty of times about her grandparents. Stefan and I told her that our parents went to this beautiful place called Heaven and that one day, a long time away, she'll go there too.

"It's okay, Mommy." She climbed up on my lap and hugged me tightly.

I wish I knew whether I was hugging Stefan or Damon's little girl.