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Chapter 7

"We should leave," Elena whispered as she looked at Damon's still form, "I really don't want to be here when he wakes up."

"Where are you going to go?" Caroline asked.

Since Elena had burned down her house, she had been staying at the boarding house. Her brow furrowed momentarily before she had an idea, "I'm going to my family's lake house," she turned to Stefan, "Just please don't tell him that. I need some space for right now."

Stefan and Caroline nodded before bidding their goodbyes to the brunette. Elijah kept his arm around her as he led her out into the cool night and into the car he had brought.

Elena wished that the ride to her lake house wasn't so long. The air between Elijah and her was filled with static; they were both unsure of what to say. She pulled nervously at her pink slip, feeling the rough fabric against her delicate skin.

Did he still want her like be did before? Would they still be together?

A wave of relief flowed over her as the car came to a stop in front of the lake house. She jumped out of the car quickly and walked into the lake house, heading straight for the living room. She collapsed gratefully onto the sofa as she heard Elijah bringing in the bags.

"Elena?" He called from the entryway, "Where would you like the bags?"

She swallowed thickly, "Uh, upstairs, first bedroom on the right."

Elena heard him shuffle up the stairs and then glide to the kitchen. He joined her in the living room a moment later, holding a blood bag out to her.

"You should feed," Elijah said softly.

Elena shook her head fiercely. She wasn't hungry and the very thought of blood made her want to puke.

"Elena, you haven't fed in…I don't even know how long," he tried to reason with her, "You'll feel better once you're stronger."

"Please…just leave me alone, Elijah," she curled her legs up to her chest, and placed her head on her knees. Her hands held onto her stomach, a new wave of sadness washing over her at the thought of losing her child.

Elijah watched as Elena's eyes filled with tears. He reached out to her, trying to take her into his arms and she pulled away, falling off the couch in the process.

She was on her feet before she could blink, her eyes wild, "Don't you understand? I don't want to feed! I don't want to be here! I was finally happy after all the bloodshed and misery I went through in my life. I deserve some little shred of happiness and I finally had it…"

He stood and cradled her face in his hands, "I love you. I love everything about you. I want you to be happy and alive. I was drawn to you as a human because of how compassionate you were," he smiled as he brushed her hair back from her face, "When I found you alone in the woods, I knew I had to save you. I would've loved to have children with you, but it's not your fault. We just met at the right and the wrong time all at once. But I know that I love you, Elena Mikaelson."

Elena cried as she wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck. He held her tightly to him, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he attempted to soothe her.

"I'm so sorry, 'Lijah," she sobbed into his shirt, "I'm sorry I didn't protect our baby better…"

Elijah held her closer, "Don't you dare apologize for that, Elena. It wasn't your fault. I should've stopped the spell, but I needed you here. With me. I'm a selfish creature, Elena. But you make me a better man."

When Elijah had finally calmed Elena down, he carried her into her room. He swiftly removed her shoes and slip before replacing it with a modern silk nightgown. Elijah set her in bed and covered her.

"You are the greatest gift that I've ever received," Elijah murmured after he had removed his shirt and shoes and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He curled into her, nuzzling his face against her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist, "I won't let anyone hurt you again, dearest."

"Elijah! Come here!" Elena yelled from the cottage.

A frazzled Elijah came in, his eyes alert for danger, "What is it, dearest? What's wrong?"

"The baby's moving," she squealed, reaching for his hand and putting it on her budding stomach.

He stared at her in awe, not fully believing that his beautiful wife had his child growing inside of her. He swallowed thickly, trying to hold back tears, "It seems…active."

"She's just happy that her daddy's home," Elena smiled at him.

"She?"

Elena bit her lip, "Well, I'm not really for sure, but I have a feeling it's a girl. I could be wrong though."

"Little Eerika…" Elijah murmured as he rubbed her stomach.

She smiled, "I like it."

Elena awoke, gasping for breath. Her dream had felt so real. She turned to Elijah and cuddled as close as she could, missing the intimacy of their cottage. She missed her life with him. She missed being human with him.

"What's the matter?" Elijah said sleepily, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, burying her face deeper in his chest. She couldn't have found the words even if she wanted to.

Elijah lay in bed admiring the sleeping beauty that was currently using him as a body pillow. He trailed his fingers up and down her spine languidly, not wanting to wake her up just yet.

He missed the little moments like this. He had thought that when she came back, she would forget all about him and go running back to Damon. Boy, was he wrong.

The second he laid eyes on her, he swore that the world stopped spinning. All he had to remember her were memories and, technically, they weren't even really his. They were memories that his past self had; yet he never truly experienced.

Elijah finally had the woman of his dreams cradled in his arms and he wanted nothing more than to stay like that for the rest of forever. He loved her.

A soft coo brought his attention back to the stunning brunette in his arms. He stroked her hair back from her face and she nuzzled into his touch.

"Mm, Elijah?" She said sleepily, wrapping her arm tighter around his chest.

"Hm?"

Elena yawned and sighed, "What time is it?"

"A little after noon," he said softly, still tangling his fingers in her chestnut locks, "Are you hungry?"

She nodded, pulling away from him and continuing her morning stretches. Her chocolate eyes looked shyly over at him while she smiled, "Can you make me pancakes?"

"Of course, anything else?"

Elena knew that he wanted her to feed, but she wasn't ready yet. And, truth be told, she didn't feel like she had to. She got up and grabbed a change of clothes before turning back to her confused husband on the bed, "Bacon and coffee would be nice."

He sighed, but got up anyway, "Your wish is my command."

Elena watched as he left the bedroom, trying not to focus on how great his behind looked in his dress pants. She shook her head to get rid of her thoughts as she slipped into the bathroom. God, how she missed showers. She switched on the water and stepped inside the tub before it even had a chance to warm up.

When the water hit her body she felt like she was back at the falls when Elijah kissed her so passionately. She had wanted to get lost in that moment and they almost had.

Elena pulled herself from her thoughts and quickly finished up her business in the shower. She wanted to see Elijah. She wanted what they had before she came back.

She didn't bother with a robe; she simply pulled the towel tightly around herself as she stepped out of the shower. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled at how her face seemed to glow. Elijah had that effect on her, he always had.

She bounded down the stairs, practically running to the kitchen. She smiled as she saw Elijah in front of the stove, plating up the pancakes and bacon that she'd asked for. She stealthily walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Good morning," she whispered against his back, her hands lightly grazing his happy trail.

He set down the food and turned in her arms. Shock flittered across his features as he took in her half dressed appearance. He wrapped his arms around her waist, denying the urge to rip the flimsy towel off of her delicate frame. He smirked, "It's a good morning indeed."

She didn't bother with a response as she got on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. Her hands moved from his waist to his neck. She pulled him closer, wanting more of him.

Elijah grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against his chest. He finally had a firsthand memory of kissing the most gorgeous woman in existence.

The towel had made its way to the floor and he gazed down at her naked form with a sense of awe. His hands brushed against her breasts as she purred in satisfaction.

"I've missed this so much," she moaned happily, tangling her fingers in his hair and securing him to her breast.

He nipped it in response, eliciting a gasp. His hand massaged the other as he suckled. He wanted to focus on her pleasure; he wanted her to feel perfect as he worshipped her.

Elena was practically lost in her own world when the front door flew open. She gasped in surprise as her eyes shot open.

"Elena! Get out here! Now!" Damon's voice called from the doorway.

She groaned, reaching down for her discarded towel. She looked at Elijah who looked absolutely livid with the turn of events.

"Stay here," he commanded softly, placing a soft kiss to her forehead before he walked out to meet Damon.

"Oh, come on!" Damon's angry voice flitted through to the kitchen, "Let me talk to my girlfriend!"

Elena heard Elijah sigh and she decided to step out and face the music. She wrapped the towel as tightly as she could around herself as she looked at Damon.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, looking at Damon's pained blue eyes.

Damon walked through the doorway and straight to her. His hands went to her face and cradled it in his strong hands, "I love you, Elena."

"Damon, I-"

He cut her off with a passionate kiss to her already swollen lips.

"I love you, Elena."

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~Grace