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This chapter is brought to you by morning wood. You know, cedar and oak are just wonderful in the morning.
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There was something incredibly rewarding to teaching a little boy something new. We were standing in the backyard and I was teaching him how to hit a baseball. It wasn't something many people thought Damon Salvatore could do but I loved sports. I didn't watch them but when Stefan and I were little, we were always playing football. Well all right we only played when I wasn't busy with Elena. Either that or she played too. She had a hell of an arm.
"Damon, I did it!" he shouted as he jumped up and down excitedly. He threw the bat to the ground and ran over to hug me. "Thank you! Thank you!" He was smiling broadly and I lifted him up into my arms.
"He's got quite an arm on him," my father said from a nearby seat. He had decided to join us since he deemed it an afternoon for men. Mom and Elena had rolled their eyes in sync when they were informed they couldn't come along. Klaus had been so excited to have a boy's day out; it didn't seem to bother him Elena wouldn't be with us. He was already becoming her shadow some of the times and she had expressed the need to separate for when he returned to the Center.
"He'll be a star player at this rate," I called back. It was strange having my Dad want to spend time with me and not berate my choices. He seemed to have accepted my marriage to Elena and psuedo-fathership to Klaus with very little issue. He even seemed to be taking on the doting grandfather role nicely. He played with Klaus and he was always bringing little things home for Elena and the baby.
He was incredibly happy about my relationship with Elena and he acted as though he masterminded the whole thing. For the first time in my life I had done something right by marrying Elena and being a part of giving them a grandchild. In an odd turn of events they had decided to leave me alone and now began pressuring Stefan to find a nice girl and settle down. The fact he had brought a friend home instead of a girl didn't sit well with them.
I was getting frustrated calls nearly once a day from Stefan. While I loved my brother he was becoming a serious cockblocker. He somehow seemed to know when Elena and I were getting down to business and the phone would start ringing until I caved and answered it. His complaints were a lot similar to mine and I had the joy of knowing it was finally Stefan's turn to suffer.
Unfortunately he spent a lot of time bitching and by the time I got off the phone Elena was sleeping. She often cuddled up against me and rubbed my chest or some other soothing motion as I listened to Stefan drone on and on about why he didn't have a girlfriend. Frankly I didn't care but I was getting fed up with it since it had been nearly a week since Elena and I had sex. It wasn't anywhere close to our record but I didn't want to start putting it off now.
"Damon! Throw it again!" Klaus called suddenly. I shook my head to clear thoughts of my brother. I glanced over at my father and saw him talking into his cell phone quickly and I heard words like adoption and paperwork. This was the call we'd been waiting for all week.
After he promised to try and help us adopt Klaus, he'd been working non-stop. Phone calls bounced around all hours of the day and he refused to talk about whether or not he'd made any progress. It was hard for me to be patient but after the tenth time I asked, he refused to say another word. The only positive thing about the situation was Elena not being aware of it. If she had been aware then I would have been driven crazy.
As I started throwing the ball to Klaus and retrieving it once he'd hit it, my mind wandered to Elena. She had passed seamlessly into her second trimester and had stopped dealing with most of her morning sickness. She had put on a bit of weight but it was all concentrated in that little baby bump she was beginning to sport. No one could tell when she wore her usual clothes but I could see it. I saw the way her hand would drift to her stomach and the look of wonder that would grace her features every so often.
Sometimes when I finally got her alone for the night, I would just stare at her. When she stripped off her clothes and moved to pull on her pajamas I could see her pregnant belly and I felt this feeling of pure happiness shoot through me. She was all mine and it sent a wave of possessiveness through me every time I saw her touching her belly. It was my child she carried and I was pleased to say the least. She could have ended up with that Matt Donovan. I may have killed him if she was pregnant with his child. I really hated that guy.
Every time I let my thoughts wander to those dark times in our relationship, she seemed to sense it and came to my side. She didn't put up with me lingering on negative thoughts so I would get a soft kiss and then a hard smack. She didn't allow wallowing and I had to enjoy her unique methods. She usually was insatiable that night and I was at her mercy which was a very good place to be.
"Damon!" Klaus called suddenly. I turned back to him and noticed he was pointing at Elena and my mother. They were approaching slowly and I noticed we had company. Elena was carrying a blanket and my mother was carrying two bottles, one clearly wine and the other some sort of sparkling cider. Next to them was Stefan carrying a large picnic basket.
"Hello there," my father called out and Elena waved back. It was a pleasant surprise to see Stefan and Klaus threw the bat down to run towards them, calling out to them in excitement. He hugged Stefan for a moment before launching himself towards Elena. She laughed loudly and he pulled the blanket from her arms. A true gentleman and I smiled in satisfaction since he was learning from me.
My father moved closer to me and clapped his hand on my back. I turned to look at him and he smiled.
"Three weeks, Damon. The paperwork should be in order by then," he whispered. I smiled broadly and turned to look at my boy with his mother. That's what he'd always been but now there was the future ahead of us. He would be ours in a few weeks and then we'd truly be a family. I thought about it and realized it would be a late birthday gift but Elena would love it either way.
"Are you sure?" I asked quickly.
"The only way it could go wrong is if you two decide against it," he said quietly, "I doubt you two will though."
"Elena would divorce me if I didn't. She's loved him since he was a toddler and he might call her Elena, but she's been his Mom since then," I explained. I couldn't continue because they got too close but I knew everything would be okay.
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There was something to be said for house hunting. I'm not quite sure what it was but either way it was an interesting experience. I knew we were looking for our dream home on our first go and it might not be completely realistic but I was Damon Salvatore and I always delivered. We were exhausted each weekend when we finally crawled into bed and discussed what we liked and what we didn't.
Elena wanted to stay close to the center of town which left us with few options. Homes didn't go up for sale in the middle of town often and we had to be willing to look at the newer developments. Nothing ever seemed to fit our criteria and it was becoming disheartening. Elena tried to be strong about it but I knew she was getting tired of looking.
I cuddled up behind her and kissed her shoulder gently. We had fallen into bed exhausted after another Sunday of finding nothing even close to what we needed. I reached out to brush her hair from her neck and I snuggled against her, dropping kisses on her neck. She made some soft noise as I reached down to press my hand against her stomach. She sighed in contentment and settled as I rubbed my hand over her skin.
Her t-shirt was annoying me but at least she didn't wear any underwear under my old college t-shirts. She practically swam in them but I loved her wearing them. It was wearing them to bed that bothered me. I wanted her naked always but after Klaus had flown in after a bad dream, she decided clothes were the way to go. Even now I was wearing boxers and I hated the little devils. Bedtime was my freedom and this was unacceptable.
"Shh...I'm sleeping," she whispered when my hand slid a little lower. "Sex later, sleepies now."
"But it's been nearly two weeks," I whined against her neck. I was rock-hard pretty much twenty-four/seven and she was playing hard to get. I nipped at her neck softly and she let out a small moan. I smiled against her skin since I knew I was winning. I glanced at the clock and smiled at the early time. We'd have plenty of time.
"Damon," she whispered when my hand slid up to her breasts. I grasped one perfect breast before moving my fingers to her rosy pink nipple. She arched her body, allowing me to grasp her body better. I nibbled on her neck as it strained against me in pleasure. She loved love bites and I could feel the tension filling her body.
"Mmm...I believe after making me wait twelve days, I should get to play with you for a little bit," I said firmly. "I think I want to make you pay." She moaned quietly as my hand slid lower to grasp her thigh as she turned to kiss me. Her lips were soft as they molded to mine. Her hand slid back to grasp at my hip as I kissed her slowly. I savored each second as I tasted her unique flavor.
"Damon, please!" she whispered against me as my fingers slid between her thighs. I found her wet and wanting and I groaned. It had been far too long. "I need you."
"Mmmm not yet," I answered her. Her leg slid against mine as she pushed forward against my fingers. She groaned when I moved my fingers away from her body. Her hips thrust forward suddenly but my fingers slid back to her thigh teasingly. "I've been so hard for you and you've been sleeping..."
"You tired me out with house-hunting and then you've been on the phone!" she cried out when my fingers dipped back between her thighs. Her foot slid down my leg in a soft caress as she sighed in pleasure. "Damon..."
"Yeah, say my name," I chuckled as I rolled her over. She came willingly and her fingers dropped to my boxers. The elastic slid over my hips and kicked them to the floor as I tugged at her shirt. It slid to the floor as I pulled her to me. Her teasing fingers managed to get between us, stroking me gently.
"So hard..." she said. "and all for me." She giggled when my lips parted in pleasure. Her eyes sparkled as she brought me to the edge, hips jerking and eyes rolling back. True to form her fingers fell away and I panted for a moment, glancing down at her smiling face.
"You know, I'm thinking you really like torture," I whispered as I slid into her body. She moaned as I rested fully within her, not moving. I wasn't going to last long but shit did this feel amazing!
"God I've missed you," she moaned. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She felt so good so I couldn't help but move just a little bit faster. We had time for stamina later but right now we needed this! And fuck if I needed a little relief!
"I love you," I moaned. For the first time since we started sleeping together, I wasn't sure if she followed me over the edge. I spasmed a little and I felt her arms tighten around me as I sunk down to kiss the top of her breasts.
"Mmm...that was nice," she said softly. I kissed her breasts again before rolling over onto my back. She giggled quietly as she snuggled up against me. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
"Are you kidding? I'm having a moment of pure euphoria," I mumbled. She smiled and kissed my shoulder. She looked satisfied and I was pleased that at least I hadn't been selfish in the one place I prided myself on being unselfish.
"Mmm...do you think we have time for a quickie in the shower?" she asked as she pulled away. I opened my eyes and saw her standing nude by the side of the bed. I smiled and then watched as she moved into the bathroom. I laid back against the pillows, purely relaxed and incredibly happy.
"Wait did you say quickie?" I asked as I flew into the bathroom after her. Mmm...morning shower sex...
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"So what is today's appointment for again?" I asked her as she settled on the table. She looked a little tired and I steadied her as she slipped a little. She had been in a mood all week when she realized her pants were getting too tight. That had been a fun day.
All day she tried on all of her clothes. Our floor was an obstacle course and I watched in agony as each article seemed a little tight. The only things that fit properly were sweatpants and t-shirts. All of her pants were too tight for comfort and her favorite shirts were a little snug around the middle. Then her bras were too snug and her underwear seemed too small. How could it all happen over the period of a week?
My mother assured me it all seemed to happen that way during a pregnancy. One day you feel fine and the next you're hugging the toilet bowl. One day everything fits and the next you feel like a whale. The best thing I could do was be supportive and tell her how beautiful she was. Apparently it was only going to get worse.
"We get to hear the baby's heartbeat today," she replied. "Oh and apparently make me feel fat. I wasn't aware that was on the agenda though." I nearly chuckled but I curbed that desire. The nurse said she had gained a few extra pounds which was a bit ahead of schedule. She also commented how radiant she looked pregnant. Radiant apparently meant fat now.
"You're beautiful Elena," I said. She snorted and reached out to grasp her chin. "Don't do that! You are so beautiful and I love your baby bump." I reached out and rubbed it reverently. "It makes you so sexy."
"How? I'm getting fat," she whined.
"Because you are carrying a piece of each of us," I replied. She smiled and leaned in to kiss me gently.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Am I interrupting?" Dr. Bennett asked as he entered the room. Elena nodded quickly and he entered the room fully, shutting the door behind him. "So how are you feeling?"
"Tired," Elena answered. "Is that normal? I want to sleep all the time!"
"Sometimes pregnancy wreaks havoc on the body and you fell tired all the time. It's not abnormal but it is different for each woman," he answered. "How is your meal planning working?"
"It's good. Damon went to a few of the appointments and he's been cooking up a storm. It's like I'm not even trying to eat healthier," she replied.
"That is the key to eating healthy. If you don't know you're doing it then it is much easier to handle," Dr. Bennett replied.
He went through all the motions of checking her heartbeat and going over her chart. We discussed some upcoming issues she might face as her body continued to change. He expressed a little concern over her weight gain but said it could be completely normal. Some women gained a little more weight.
Soon enough she was laying back against the seat and I was holding her hand while Dr. Bennett readied the machine. We had an ultrasound as usual and he pointed out our baby. We stared at the screen in wonder as the doctor made some "hmming" noises.
"Damon, isn't it beautiful?" Elena asked tearily. I nodded and kissed her cheek. She looked happy and I smiled at all the good news I seemed to be receiving.
"So let's hear listen to the heartbeat, hmm?" Dr. Bennett offered and Elena nodded excitedly. She wanted to do this a few weeks ago but Klaus had still been recovering. So we waited and Elena grew more excited as we drew closer to the appointment.
The sound came out and I gasped. That was our baby. Somehow it made it more real to hear its little heartbeat. Elena had my hand in a death grip and I clutched back fiercely.
"What is that echo?" Elena asked suddenly. That's what it was! I knew something sounded odd.
"Well that would be the twin," Dr. Bennett replied.
"Oh..." Elena said. "Wait! Twin?"
"I wondered with your weight gain but I didn't want to plant the seed. We might have seen it sooner if you'd been able to come in earlier," he explained. "We'll have to adjust some plans a little for a multiple birth but for the most part you're right on schedule."
"Twins," Elena said wondrously as she reached down to touch her stomach. "How soon can we know the sex?"
"I would say 15 weeks at the earliest but perhaps closer to 18," he replied in a funny way. Why did his voice seem to be getting farther away? Why couldn't I feel Elena's hand? Why was the floor coming closer?
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