AN: Wee! We are halfway to the end! Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews. ;)


As Damon drives over to the Bennett household, he succumbs to Bonnie's grand idea to do the baby shower in her house. She had been living with him these past few months, with her father's consent –thanks to Damon (and his compulsion). It was all wrong, to be ok with something like this, but as of now, Damon knew that Bonnie shouldn't be stressed about these ludicrous things, like her father's approval and reaction, or if people at school wondered why she suddenly went on a 9-month vacation. He had been hesitant to even let the baby shower happen knowing that they would probably ask her who the baby daddy was. Damon was more than ecstatic when she did not even consider lying about him, but he tried to act like it did not matter. Besides, he wanted to hear more of her thoughts about how he was the best decision she's ever made... or something like that.

"You're the father of our baby, Damon. I don't see anything wrong with that. If anything, it helps confirm your being human in the community."

Damon gaped at her. "They were right. You have changed."

"No one is ever going to bad mouth my baby's father," Bonnie announced. "And if anyone makes a bad of a slip of insult to you? I would make sure they would be cursed barren and loveless for eternity."

The vampire laughed, but stopped when he felt the gravity of her words. "Whoah." She actually wants to protect his dignity...? That was a new one; he might just have fallen in love with her then and there.

"It's called being civil, Damon," the witch responded nonchalantly, breaking his hopeful thoughts that maybe she did this for love... "If they can't respect you, they're not my real friends."

Nursing his bruised yet growing ego (heart), Damon sighs dramatically. "Why have it at your house anyway? Why not have it here? The place is bigger."

"Believe me, it's better over back there."

And better it was indeed, because Damon swore his ears would bleed deaf with all the squealing he was hearing. Bonnie wanted to keep him away from all the female exaggeration. He was so used to having Bonnie around that he couldn't resist just to visit and spy on them. He brought Bonnie's favorite knitted sweater as his gatepass. He even rang the doorbell to be polite.

The door swings opens and there stands Caroline, astonished of his appearance. "Damon?" she asks, regarding him with a curious stare. "Hi."

Damon had the urge to scratch this damn itch on his nape. "I came over to give this to Bonnie…"

Just like that, almost with vampire speed, the blonde had managed to get the garment from his hands. Neither did not even blink. She grinned at him and motioned to shut the door, but he effectively stuck his foot before it closed. Caroline raised a brow. "Well, thank you. What else did you need?"

"The last time I checked, Goldilocks, this was a baby shower," Damon snapped, feeling the need to see Bonnie heighten within him. It has been more than 2 hours already! What were they doing in there anyway? They didn't have male strippers in there, did they? "This isn't a bachelorette party where the groom isn't allowed to intervene."

Damon had been so defensive and sarcastic, he had failed to give Caroline enough credit to analyze the weight of his words. She raised a brow and her glossed lips twitched into a knowing grin. "Groom, huh?"

"All I'm saying is…" Damon trailed off, but he didn't know what to say. So he stared at his shoes and with a defeated groan, he glared at Caroline, and turned around to head back to his car.

DUMB-DUMB! the call pierced through the bond, through the thick of his skull, and it took just two seconds for him to stand upright and ready by the front door where Bonnie waited.

"I'm so glad you came to check on me," Bonnie whispered, latching onto his arm. "Let me walk you to your car."

"Oh please. I just brought your sweater," he lied.

"Whatever," Bonnie says with a bored tone. When they finally reach his car, she tugs on his arm and grins at him. "Can I get a kiss?"

Always. Damon cups her face with his palms and plants one on her lips. He draws back, getting a whiff of her arousal, enjoying the reddening of her cheeks. He clears his throat, trying to distract himself, abruptly recognizing as their public display of affection as a turn on. "Baby happy?"

"Very," she answered with a nod. She opens his cardoor for him like a gentleman would. "Go back home. I'll call you when we're done."

"Will that be anytime soon?" Damon asked, giving her a squeeze.

"Just go!" Bonnie exclaimed, pushing him inside. Before he slid in the driver's seat, she pulled him towards her to whisper in his ear, "I… really, really miss you." He did not get to respond, because she was already power-walking carefully back to her house where she was greeted with a loud round of girly squeals.

Damon thinks his hearing is beyond repair, but Bonnie's words made the pain bearable.


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