A/N So proud of myself for updating although I really should be focusing on work. Mechanics exam tomorrow Is it my fault writing Delena is so much more fun than studying Maths? This is my longest chapter ever! So be happy.

Just want to say a few thank yous. First to Mollie (EverythingBasedOnMe) for being a great friend and a huge inspiration. Her stories are amazing so go check them out because you're really missing out if you haven't!

Also want to thank all my anonymous reviewers as I can never PM you for leaving great questions or boosting my confidence. I especially want to thank Kat who always reviews and has great things to say but I can never reply :(

Anyway, discussion over! On with the story.

Elena woke up early in the morning, this time at the sound of birds chirping. She was too comfortable to move out of bed. 'Day three of this new life.' She inhaled slowly, the bed smelt just like Damon. It was the unique male Damon smell that could not be found on anyone else and my God did Elena love the smell. After lying in bed for half an hour trying not to think about her life, she realised it was impossible not to. She sat up in bed and determinedly came to the conclusion that she had to continue forgetting all her hesitations and get accustomed to her new life. She would just embrace it and go with the flow. She was being too uptight and she could see the attitude she had on the first day had been getting her nowhere. There was a lot of progress yesterday though.

She still felt the remains of guilt learning that yesterday had been her and Damon's two year anniversary and yet she had had no idea. She felt sad that he had to go through the day with the knowledge that it was their anniversary and yet she didn't even know how their wedding even went. Elena made a mental note to ask Damon if they had a wedding video that she could watch. She was curious to know what it was like; after all it was her wedding day. Every girl dreams of their wedding day and she had missed hers… correction, she'd forgotten hers. She was just glad she'd made the decision to spend the day with Damon rather than Stefan. She had somehow managed to get through the whole of yesterday without seeing Stefan again after the breakfast incident.

Elena looked at her surroundings and was once again taken back by the beauty of the room. It was then that she noticed a photo album lying open on the floor. She picked it quickly. 'Damon must have flipped through the album whilst I was in the hospital.' Elena flipped open the first page and was met by a picture of herself, closer to what she remembered looking like – younger. The photo seemed to have been taken from the side, when she wasn't looking. She looked like she was laughing. Elena took the photo out of the album for closer inspection but as she brought it closer to her face it slipped out of her fingers and landed backwards on the bed. There was writing on the back. Damon's beautiful inscriptive handwriting read: 2006 - My beautiful Elena, clearly laughing at something witty that I said.

The inscription brought a smile to Elena's face and somehow she didn't doubt that it was his wit that had made her laugh, even if she couldn't remember the day it was taken.

The next photo in the album was one of her and Damon kissing passionately. 'Wow, we look good together'. Elena could not help the stray but very true thought pass. On the back she noticed that it was her who wrote the comment: 2009- My husband... still unable to keep his hands of me! Elena couldn't help but laugh at it.

The next photo was one of her and Damon and he had his arms around her waist and he was kissing her cheek whilst she grinned. They looked cute together. The picture was similar to the wedding one at the fireplace in the parlour. She turned the photo around to find many comments on the back: 2007- Damon = sweetheart; Elena = delusional; Damon = in denial; Elena= in need of a wake up call; Oi Damon stop ruining the great moment in the photo! Oi Elena, only if you stop writing all over the back of it! Fine then! Good... I love you really Elena 3... I love you too Damon x

The banter on the back of the photograph made Elena's heart clench. The conversation just added to the cuteness of the photo. A fleeting moment of jealousy overcame her before Elena realised how stupid that was. She was jealous of herself! 'I can have this if I want! I need to stop hurting and pushing away Damon.' Looking at the photographs had reinforced her resolution and made Elena yearn for whatever it was that she and Damon had before she lost her memory. She regretted that she could not remember the memories but she could see that they were clearly unbelievably happy and she wanted that back, even if it began with baby steps.

With a rejuvenated fighting spirit, Elena began to get ready for the day. She opened the huge wardrobe in the bedroom to find all her clothes in it. Everything looked new to her and she could tell she had gotten a bit more adventurous and she liked it. She pulled out a silky red top with a bow in the middle and some black leather leggings. 'Damon's fashion sense has worn on me' Elena thought happily.

She bounded down the stairs after washing her face and quiffing her hair. As she went into the kitchen to get some breakfast she found Damon already there by the stove, frying what seemed to smell like pancakes.

"Mmmm my favourite!" Elena exclaimed as she saw how he was making blueberry pancakes.

Damon turned around to spot Elena and his breath caught seeing her beauty. He wished he could show her affection but he didn't want to overstep the line. They had made so much progress yesterday and he didn't want to push her. The ball was firmly in Elena's court. She would call the shots… unless Damon caved and begged! He wasn't too far off begging as it was.

"Have a good night?" Damon asked.

"Yeah the bed is so comfortable. I fall asleep in seconds." Damon nodded his head agreeing that the bed that they used to share was indeed incredibly comfortable. Elena suddenly felt guilty for talking about the room that she had technically stolen from Damon.

He placed a plate with two blueberry pancakes in front of her place at the table. "Thank you," Elena said before beginning to wolf down her breakfast. A smile graced Damon's face as he watched her intently before grabbing his mug full of blood. Elena hoped that he would always keep smiling. He look deliciously sinful she noted and with a smile he looked breathtaking. 'I really shouldn't be thinking like this! But no wait, it's acceptable now. He's no longer your boyfriend's brother. But it's too soon to feel these butterflies when I look at him. No it isn't you idiot. You're married to him Remember your new resoultion.' Elena's inner argument made her zone out completely and before she knew it she had finished her breakfast and Damon had taken her plate to the sink to wash it. It was such a domestic thing to do that it seemed surprised Elena how normal their life seemed together despite the fact that he was a vampire and she was still a human.

Before Elena could start their conversation again Bonnie walked into the kitchen clad in only Stefan's shirt causing Elena's eyes to widen and her eyebrows to rise.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I thought no-one would be up by now!" Bonnie exclaimed.

Damon rolled her eyes at her pathetic excuse. "Sure," he said not sounding all that convinced. Before Elena could even comment Stefan walked into the room and he was thankfully dressed properly.

"Morning Damon, Elena," Stefan said nodding his head at both of them in acknowledgement. His eyes remained on Elena for a few seconds too long and Elena was not the only one who noticed. Somehow, this didn't bring her any joy anymore. Elena was married now and if there was one thing she knew about herself it was that she was a faithful wife. She would never look at Stefan in the same way. Well, not for as long as she was still married to Damon. Elena glanced at Damon to see he was glaring at Stefan and even though it really shouldn't have, it made Elena smile knowing that Damon was a little overprotective of her. She knew he was uncomfortable with the dynamic of her and Stefan's relationship, especially after her outburst the first day at the hospital. But that was then, and this is now. Stefan was the past, Damon was now the present.

"Morning Stefan," Elena replied politely. Elena stood up to make her way out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie asked curiously.

"To my bedroom," Elena replied. Just as she was about to step over the threshold she turned around. "Hey Damon, want to join me?"

To say Damon was surprised was an understatement. His eyes widened at Elena's question, completely caught off guard. Even Bonnie looked surprised. Stefan didn't seem to react to her words, instead deciding upon keeping his expressions blank.

"What?" Damon asked in disbelief. Elena's eyes widened realising what the connotations of her question were.

"Err… I… umm. No, I didn't… I mean not like that," Elena stuttered completely embarrassed by what was happening. She really shouldn't have put herself out there. It was turning into a mess.

Damon smiled unable to resist how cute Elena looked when she was all flustered. He walked right up to her so that she could feel his body heat radiating onto her. It made her feel even hotter and got her more flustered. Damon looked her in the eyes and she couldn't take her eyes of his beautiful blue shining ones. He slowly leaned in closer to her. Elena's eyes enlarged, was he going to kiss her? With Stefan and Bonnie still in the room? Elena felt her heart rate increase; she could feel her blood pumping through her and her breathing getting heavier. She could see in Damon's eyes that he knew how she was reacting. Damon leaned in even further towards Elena. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut but the contact she thought was coming was not the contact she got. Damon slipped his hand into Elena's hand as she opened her eyes. He dragged her out the room and up the stairs. Elena tried to calm herself down and pretend that the moment had not happened. She didn't think it was possible to be more embarrassed than she already was. She fought the niggling feelings of rejection and disappointment that were slowly building inside her, chastising herself for having such feelings.

As they reached her room, well Damon's room, no their room, no their old room, Damon sat Elena down on the bed and took a seat beside her.

"So what did you want us to do in your room?" Damon said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Not that," Elena said pointedly, surprising herself at how strong and unaffected her voice sounded. That was definitely not how she was feeling. "I don't know. I thought maybe we could talk. Get to know each other."

Damon rolled his eyes. "I already know everything there is to know about you," he said smugly.

Elena narrowed her eyes, "no you do not! I know more about myself."

Damon laughed cockily, "says the girl whose just forgotten the last four years of her life."

Elena now rolled her eyes. "Details. Besides like you said I don't remember the last four years of my life so I'm different now."

"You're really not that different at all Elena. I'd argue that you were actually still exactly the same." Damon's eyes narrowed as an idea flew into his head. "How about we play a game?"

"What kind of game?" Elena asked wearily, aware that Damon's ideas weren't always the best.

"How about you ask me any three questions about yourself and I have to try and get them all right."

"What's at stake?" Elena asked intrigued by the game.

"Whatever you want."

"Okay, well if I win then you have to let me have a sleepover with my friends at the boarding house in which we can do anything we want and you have to stay and endure it," Elena said happily.

Damon rolled his eyes once again. "Seriously, you can have anything and that is what you chose?" He was clearly not impressed.

"Well then what do you want Mr-I-know-everything? And you can't ask me to have sex with you," Elena added hastily.

Damon grinned and made a tsking noise, "did I ever mention wanting sex?"

Elena started blushing realising she had jumped to conclusion. "No," she replied quietly. "What do you want then?"

Damon smirked clearly knowing what he wanted. "If I win, I get to move back into this room with you. The lumpy bed in the guest room is no good for my back. Besides, like you said earlier the bed here is oh so comfortable."

Elena gulped, clearly he had chosen cleverly. She swallowed any fears she felt. There was no way Damon would win. "Deal."

"Okay, well seeing as you need to learn more about me, your dashing husband, any question you ask about yourself is also a question directed to me, so choose wisely," Damon grinned, knowing he was going to enjoy this game. He knew Elena a thousand times better than her knew himself – and he knew himself pretty damn well.

"Okay then let's begin," Elena said getting pumped up as her competitive nature kicked in.

"What is the teddy that's always in my room called?"

Damon sighed, "Too easy. Mr Snuggles and by the way I don't have a teddy so that's a wasted question on me as well."

Elena simply laughed in response. "Don't worry I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security that you might win but don't worry, you have no chance."

"We'll see about that," Damon challenged.

"Where did I injure myself when I fell off a swing my dad was pushing me on when I was six?" Elena smirked, there was no way Damon would know this; this was an incident that happened long before he entered her life.

"You have a scar just under your left breast where one of the rocks you landed on cut into you. It required three stitches to close up," Damon replied nonchalantly. He reeled in his laughter as he saw Elena's face after his response. Elena had gone bright red at just the mention of her breasts. 'How the hell did he know? Oh that's right Elena, you dumbass, Damon's probably seen the scar granted he's had the pleasure of seeing you naked more times that you could imagine.'

"Oh and seeing as I wasn't injured on the swings when you're dad pushed me," Damon commented cheekily, "I shall just have to tell you about how I have a scar on the back of my right hand from when Stefan was eight and thought it would be funny to jab his fork into my hand." Damon lifted his hand to show Elena his scar. She laughed picturing a little Damon yelling at a little Stefan for injuring him.

"Oh and I probably have a couple scars on my back from the numerous times your nails have dug into my back," Damon added, laughing as he saw Elena turning more red. He had thought it wasn't possible.

"Liar, you have supernatural healing, you don't get scars anymore! Anyway moving on swiftly… third and final question." Elena said quickly wanting to move on in order to get the images of her crying out in ecstasy at Damon's ministrations whilst digging her nails into his back, out of her mind.

Elena's eyes narrowed as she tried to think of something really obscure that Damon would have no idea about. She also wanted it to be a question that would tell her a lot about Damon, Elena smiled as she thought of something.

"What was my biggest fear before I found out about the supernatural?"

Damon didn't reply straight away and Elena started doing a little happy dance in her head knowing that Damon wouldn't know. Damon looked directly at Elena, his eyes narrowing as he tried to come up with and answer. Slowly a smile worked its way onto his face as he confidently replied, "you were scared of the fact that you didn't fit in and you feared that you would never fit in."

Elena's smile wiped right off her face, her eyes widening. "What?" she asked in disbelief.

"You feared not fitting in and finding your place in the world." Damon repeated smugly.

"How the hell did you know that?" Elena asked in shock.

Damon shrugged. "I have my ways," he said ominously. "You know what this means?"

"What?" Elena asked still in a daze.

"I'm moving back in!" he said joyfully. Elena gulped at the realisation that she had actually lost the game. But a small part of her was glad seeing how brightly Damon's eyes were shining at the fact that he had won their stupid game.

"On a sombre note, this was a much better question to ask me. My biggest fear before becoming a vampire was to never be loved by anyone. " Elena saw the flashes of pain cross his eyes at his confession and her heart tugged inside her seeing the pain he had been through. "But it's nowhere near as big as the fear that I'm going to lose you," Damon whispered. Elena froze, the weight of his words catching up to her. Before she even saw him move, she felt his lips press a light kiss on her left cheek and linger there. He then quickly got up and headed towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" she asked breathlessly. 'Oh God, how can one kiss on the cheek leave me so breathless?'

Damon grinned, not turning around to face. With his back to her he replied, "I'm getting my things, because I'm moving back into my room." Elena could hear the joy in his words and couldn't help but chuckle.

Just as he was about to exit the room he turned around and leant against the doorframe. "Oh Elena, go ahead and invite you friends over for a sleepover."

"What? Why? I lost." Elena answered in confusion.

"Well I feel like being an amazing husband and letting you have your gift anyway. Besides, I want to show you that you do fit in to this world. You fit perfectly with me." Before Elena could react to his words, Damon left the room. Elena sat on her bed, thinking over what had happened that day. She glanced at the digital clock on the night stand; time had somehow flown by with Damon. But like they say, time flies when you're having fun.

A/N I hope you all liked it! I feel like I might be rushing Damon and Elena's new relationship given that this is only like the third day of her new life… so please review and assure me that you don't care as long as there are Delena moments!

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