"Come in." Elena said when she heard a knock at her door. She was surprised when it was Stefan who poked his head through her door.
"I'm sorry… Did I wake you?"
"No." She replied, from where she had been nursing the baby to sleep on her bed. "I was just…" She quickly pulled her sweater over her nipple and then then smiled and shook her head when she thought about how silly that was.

"Yeah…" Stefan laughed and sat on the edge on her bed. "How are you?"
"I'm fine… You never came back to school."

"Well." He looked over her at the baby, who was looking curiously over at him with giant brown eyes. "If it's not to be with you, I have no reason to be a high school senior for the 197th time." The baby raised her eyebrows and smiled at his voice. "Can I hold her?"

"Oh. Of course." Elena handed the baby to him.

"She's so big." He held his face close to hers and she reached out one of her little chubby hands to touch him. It was much different then the sleepy, passive baby he remembered. "You look tired." Stefan said when he finally looked back at Elena who was still reclined on her pillows.
"I am tired." She laughed. "Jenna helps as much as she can during the day but I'm kind of on my own at night… And it's not easy."

Stefan nodded his head and looked down at the baby who was starting to squawk and squirm in his lap. She gripped his shirt she twisted it in her chubby fists, trying get enough leverage to stand. A long string of milky drool spilled from her lip and clung to his shoulder as she started to get frustrated with her position.

"I'm sorry." Elena extended her arms for her daughter. "She's not usually grouchy. She has a cold." She laid the baby back onto her chest. She used one arm to hold her under the thighs and the other to pull her shirt back up so she could find her nipple.

"How did she get a cold?"
"Daycare." Elena signed out, using her fingers to pinch the boogers bubbling from her daughters nose and wiping them on her shirt.
"Elena." Stefan rested his hand on her leg. "Why is she in daycare?"
"Look, Stefan." She sighed and put her hand on her forehead. "I pretty much slammed the door in Damon's face, I can't show up asking him to babysit."
"It's not babysitting if it's his daughter..." He paused. "… Or niece."

He looked at Lily, whose eyes were closing while her mouth sucked rhythmically and her hand clutched her mother's shirt.

"He's actually the reason I'm here." He reached into the bag he had brought with him. "He has really been struggling. He needs to know."
"Know what?"
"If he is Lily's father." He paused. "He didn't send me or anything like that… I just can't watch him destroy himself any longer. So, if it is okay with you, I need a swab of her mouth…"
"Of course." Elena let out a long breath. Secretly relieved that she wasn't the one who had to make the decision.


Elena put Lily to bed and fell asleep under her calculus book. She stirred when she thought she heard her over the monitor but soon realized that the sound was much closer then that.

"Holy shit, Damon!" She exclaimed, grabbing her chest. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry, baby." He sat on the bed next to her.
"You're drunk." She could smell him through the stale, dark air of her bedroom.
"Maybe a little." He laid down next to her.
"And you're upset…"

It had been a few months since Stefan had appeared in her bedroom and asked her for the paternity test. He had stopped by a few times since then to visit with Lily, but she hadn't seen Damon since the day she had stormed out of his house and they were still waiting on the results of the test.

"What on earth would I have to be upset about, Elena?"
"Please don't do this Damon."
"I mean, my girlfriend… I mean, ex-girlfriend, I guess, took my daughter and left me, well it might be my daughter, it might be my brother's daughter and she actually might be my brother's girlfriend… It's all up in the air really."

Elena knew she couldn't reason with him right now, so she decided to take an alternative route.

"I would really like it if you came by to see her sometime." The room was quiet. "Or I could bring her to your place… Although, she crawls now, so you would have to do some baby proofing."
"… She crawls now?"
"Yup." Elena turned to face him. "And she loves to read books and sing songs and she waves and blows kisses."

Damon reached across the invisible barrier of the bed and tucked hair behind her ear. He ran his thumb along her cheekbone.

"I know that you might be afraid to love her and I get that…" She reached her hand out and touched his face like he was touching hers. "But even if you are not her father, you are still her uncle and she is so amazing, I would hate for you to miss one more moment then you already have."

He leaned across the bed and rested his forehead on hers. He hesitantly brushed their lips together. Elena slid her hand from his face to his neck and held it in place. She nipped along his lip and then soothed it with her tongue.

Damon bit her tongue and sucked it into his mouth. He slid his hands down her back and under the covers to cup her ass.

Elena gripped the front of his t-shirt and rolled on to her back, pulling him on top of her. She spread her thighs so he could settle between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Damon kissed down her throat and across her chest. He brought his hands to the hem of her tank top and inched it up her torso, taking mouthfuls of the skin in the path he uncovered. He pushed it up over the swell of her chest, until it became trapped under her arms.

Damon looked down at her body. Her breasts were swollen and soft, obviously still filled with milk for the baby, but she lost the pregnancy weight and then some. She looked a little too thin to him. He worried that they had put too much on her and that she was over extended and over stressed.

"You're not looking at my stretch marks, are you?" Elena joked when she saw him staring.
"What? No." Damon shook his head, his train of thought suddenly interrupted. "There are no stretch marks on this perfect piece of perfection."
"They are all over my boobs and stomach." She said flatly.
"And as you can see, I am completely repulsed by you." He nuzzled his face into her neck and dug his fingers into her ribs until she giggled and pushed him away.

Damon grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it back down to cover her.

"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. That's not what I came over here for. I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not taking advantage of me, Damon." She wove her hands through his hair and gripped it in her hands. "All I have done for the past four months is study, change diapers, and be fucking responsible…." She pulled his head down so their noses were almost touching. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk right."
"Ah…" Damon cleared his throat. Somewhat shocked at what had just come out of her mouth. He had just assumed she had been sleeping with Stefan, it had never occurred to him they had just been hanging out platonically. "… Are you sure?"
"Yes."

Elena pushed him on to his back and straddled his hips. She sat back on her heels and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She slid her hands under his shirt and up his chest pushing it over his head. She bent forward over his body and nipped his mouth, taking his lip between her teeth and suckling it rhythmically. When he let out a little groan, Elena moved from his mouth, over his chin and down his throat.

Damon ran is hands down the slope of her back and to her ass, squeezing the flesh through the lace of her panties, pulling their bodies closer together. He could feel the doughy skin of her breasts pressing firmly into his chest. Elena moaned and ground her pelvis down on to his torso, the wetness from her body starting to seep through the fabric of her panties and cling to his skin.

Elena paused and straitened her body. She smiled down at Damon as she gathered her hair in her hands and used the elastic band on her wrist to make a ponytail. Damon ran his hands up her thighs, he really liked where this was going. He brought his hands to the waistband of her panties and tried to pull them down, but she stopped him, taking his hands and putting them back on her thighs. He needed the flesh in his hands, eagerly waiting what was to come.

Elena kissed around his stomach and down to the waistband of his pants. She popped the button open and eased the zipper down, careful not to touch his solid erection while she worked them tight fabric over his hips.

When his pants had joined the heap of clothing on the bedroom floor, Elena went back to his stomach. She licked her way from his belly button to one hip point and then back up. She let her parted, swollen mouth hover above his dick and let out a warm, moist breath, while she moved down to kiss his thighs.

"Baby. You're killing me." Damon mumbled and let out a groan, he was so hard that his dick was literally leaking on to his stomach.

Elena just smiled up at him; she reached her hands up for his and interlaced their fingers, before nibbling along the tender skin of his inner thigh. She brushed the flat of her tongue along the underside of his scrotum and then dragged the tip up the membrane that ran from the perineum to the base of his penis.

Damon wiggled one of his hands free and used it to cup the back of her head. He let out the breath he had been holding and wove his fingers through the hair on the nape of her neck.

Elena brought her warm pout to one side of his scrotum, teasing a section with her mouth before releasing it. She repeated the action until she had one of his balls fully encased in her mouth and swallowed around it. She felt the grip on her neck tighten. She let the coated skin slip from her mouth and blew a cool breath on it.

She pulled away the hand Damon was still holding and used it in tandem with her other to push his legs open so they were splayed on the bed and she could better settle between them. She held his thighs open, like he had so often done to her, as she brought the tip of her tongue back to his perineum and applied pressure.

"Elena…" Damon breathed out a warning and she removed her tongue, gently scratching her nails along his thighs.

She brought her mouth to his other ball and gave it the same treatment she had given the other one just moments before. She had barely suckled it into her mouth before Damon was grabbing her by the upper arms and pulling her up to his chest. He sat and wrapped his arms around her, leaving her kneeling between his legs.

"I've waited way to long for this to come all over myself." He whispered to her when their faces where level.

Elena gave him a drowsy smile, her eyes dilated and her lids heavy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with long, lazy strokes of her lips and tongue.

Damon brought his hands between their bodies and groped her breasts. He squeezed both mounds in his hands and then rolled each nipple between his fingers. Elena turned her head away from his lips to tip her head back.

"You're…" She breathed out, trying to form a sentence in her haze of pleasure. "I'm still..." She moaned. "… You're going to make me leak." She warned him, feeling her breast tissue starting to tingle stimulating her let down.

"Good." Damon continued to roll one of her her nipples while he used his tongue to tease the other until the ducts started to weep warm milk, which he eagerly lapped up.

Elena gripped the hair she had in her hand and tried to get her mouth more forcefully to her breast.

Damon skimmed his fingertips up the backs of her thighs before he moved his hands to the waistband of her panties and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. Elena chewed her lip when she saw him look down at the little tangle of dark hair he had uncovered.

"Um." Elena mumbled looking down. "If I had known this was going to happen, I obviously would have prepared…. It's not really something I keep up with these days." She said.

"Elena." Damon used his index finger to tip her chin up. "You seem to have forgotten that I watched you push a human out of there." He smiled. "I'm pretty sure that there is nothing you could do that would make me less attracted to you at this point." He ran his fingers through the fuzzy patch. "So can we stop with all this silly stuff?" He pouted at her playfully. "Please?"

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Okay then." Damon hooked his arms around her thighs and helped her reposition her legs so she was straddling his waist. He held her close to his chest as he laid back on to the pillows behind him.

Elena rested her head on his shoulder and he turned her head to hers so he could watch her face. He ran his hands down the length of her back and gripped her hips, applying pressure until her knees inched wider and the swollen outer lips of her vagina separated and searched for his dick.

He used his hands to manipulate her hips until he felt his engorged shaft come into contact with the silky fluids of her body. He rubbed her along his cock before moving his hands from her hips up to her shoulders and pulling her up enough to let the tip slip in.

Elena's body tensed and she held her breath. She gripped his shoulders and braced herself, unsure if their reunification was going to be painful. Damon kissed along her shoulder and ran his fingertips soothingly long the back of her quivering thigh, willing her to relax.

The tension Elena was holding in her muscles decreased with each exhale of her breath, her thighs slowly fell back apart and she gradually slid down Damon's body, taking his erection into her tightly wound body a fraction at a time. When she had accepted the full girth, Damon cupped the back of her neck and pulled his head back to look at her.

"Am I hurting you?" He kissed her forehead.
"No." She shook her head and opened her eyes to look at him through her lashes.
"Can I try and move?" He asked for permission to proceed.
"Yes." She breathed out, letting her eyes close again, never releasing the vice like grip she had on his shoulders.

Damon moved his hands back down to her ass and gently pulsated her pelvis. They both moaned at the sensation. He slid his hands around to her hips, where he had more leverage, and moved them a little more forcefully. He puled her up and his own pelvis down, completely exposing his shaft before thrusting back up into her. Elena bit her lip to prevent from crying out.

Finally feeling confident enough to let go of his shoulders, Elena moved her knees in closer to Damon's hips and braced her weight on either side of his head. She rested her forehead on his and started to experiment with moving her hips. She rolled her pelvis but stilled when she hit a tender spot.

"Maybe you should get on top."

"Do you really want to be stuck having missionary sex the rest of your life?" Damon breathed out. He couldn't help the thought in the back of his mind that if Stefan had been with them at that moment, she would have simply crawled off his dick and on to his brother's. "Just give it a chance." He ran his fingertips along her sides. "Put your head back on my shoulder and let me do the work." He held her head and used the flat of his hand to push back the hair that had fallen from her ponytail. "Okay?"

Elena hesitantly laid her head back down on his shoulder. Damon wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled them towards him, so her knees were bent and folded under her torso, her ass dropping down to his thighs. He brought his hands to her waist and ran his fingertips across the flushed skin.

"Kiss me." He turned his mouth to hers.

Elena brushed her lips against Damon's and held the back of his head. He used her hips to hold her body in place, while he pulled himself partially from her body and eased back in, swallowing her little moan. He experimented with different angles while Elena bit and sucked along his lips, keeping herself distracted. He knew he was hitting the right spot when her mouth stopped moving and she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.

"That feels good…" She breathed out.

He slid his hands to her ass and held the cheeks apart as he thrust up into her, trying to open her up as wide as possible, while he worked towards a rhythm steady enough for her to orgasm. He stopped every few thrusts to pull his dick almost all the way out, making a few shallow pulses so she could rub along the ridge of the head and he could hold off exploding inside her. Each time he moved through the cycle, he felt the tension returning to her groin, subconsciously holding her pelvis protectively away from his.

"Damon." She let out a frustrated huff. "I can't." She said, never removing her face from where it was buried in his neck, her lip starting to tremble. "I'm sorry."

Damon wordlessly rolled her underneath him, finally relenting. He stood on his knees and folded her legs, holding them firmly to her chest, as he thrust back into her.

Elena extended an arm over her head so she could use the headboard against the force of Damon's movements, which were jerking her body up the bed. She brought the index and middle fingers of her other hand to Damon's mouth. He sucked them in time with his hips, lubricating them with his saliva. She pulled them from his lips and brought them directly to her clit. She rubbed the over stimulated flesh firmly, coming all over her hand in a matter of seconds. She arched her back and gripped the sheets above her, while Damon made small, shallow movements, letting her ride out the ripples of her orgasm.

Damon dropped her knees and covered her body with his. He used a hand to tip her head to the side and sucked the pulse point on her neck. He tried to maintain some resemblance of control, but as soon as Elena reached down his back and gripped his ass, he started ramming himself into her with reckless abandon.

When he felt his scrotum, which had been slapping between their bodies, become ridged and tight and his erection become stiffer then steel, he gripped her ass and held her pelvis to his as he came in her in several thick streams. He quickly turned his head from her pulse point and pressed it into her pillow to remove the blatant temptation of her neck. He kept moving, trying to prolong the sensations for both of them, but he quickly grew flaccid and slipped from her body.


Just as the first light of the morning was starting to peak through the window, Damon woke to two pairs of brown eyes staring over at him. Elena was reclined on her pillows, the baby resting on her chest, blissfully suckling one breast while her little fingers dug into the tinder skin of the other.

"Hi." Elena said, unsure of how to proceed.
"Hey." Damon propped himself up on his elbow. "She still looks like you."
"Yes. She does." Lily stopped nursing and looked up at her mother to smile when she heard her voice. "Good morning, Lillian." She said, kissing her little nose. "Are you ready to be happy now that you have had something to eat?" She took her under the arms and held her up in the air until she was giggling with glee.

Damon watched their exchange. He had never doubted that Elena would be an amazing mother, he just never knew how amazing. While he had been getting drunk, sleeping all day, and misbehaving, she had been nurturing this tender soul.

"Will you hang around for a little while?" Elena interrupted his thoughts. "I have to bring her downstairs and get her some real food or she's going to get grouchy really fast."
"Um… Are Aunt Jenna and your brother home?"
"Yes…" She stood and starting to pick her clothing up off the floor. "… But it's 5:30 on a Sunday morning. They won't be up for hours."

When they got downstairs, Elena placed Lily in her highchair, where she screamed until her mother spread Cheerio's across the wooden tray in front of her. She turned on the coffee maker and stood at the island to cut a variety of fruits and berries. She sat at the table and started feeding the baby piece by piece.

"I never though I would see the day where there would be something besides takeout in the Gilbert kitchen."
"Yeah. Well." Elena Smiled across the table at him. "I thought I might like my baby to grow at least half a brain."
"She has a tooth!"
"She has three." Elena answered.

"I've missed so much." Damon reached across the table and took Elena's hand in his. "Elena, I don't know what last night means for us." He paused. "I don't need to know right now… Like I said last night, that's so not why I came over." He laughed. "Stefan told me that you have Lily in daycare and if you will allow it, I would like to watch her while you are at school… And if you won't allow it, I would like to pay for daycare. Regardless, I want to set up an account for her where I can transfer money every month. I tried to open one but I didn't know her social security number…"

"Damon…" Elena breathed out, their leisurely morning taking a serious turn.
"You can think about it. You don't have to tell me anything right now."

Lily started to fuss and arch her back, squeezing her chubby fists together and letting the fruit dribble down her chin.

"Milk?" Elena watched her daughter.
"What?" Damon said, confused.
"Not you. Clown." She got up and ran a dishtowel under the sink. "She signed 'milk'." She used the towel to clean her daughter's hands and face.
"She knows sign language?"
"The important things." Elena took her out of the highchair and held her on her hip.
"She looks like you AND is smart like you? God damn I'm in trouble."

"I'm actually going to take her upstairs and try and go back to sleep with her for a little while." She intercepted her daughter's hands, which were trying to get down her tank top.

"Okay." Damon nodded as they walked together to the foot of the stairway.
"I will call you later." She added as Lily rubbed her face into her chest, growing frustrated.
"Can I kiss you?" Damon asked, placing his hands on her hips.

Elena tipped her head and smirked at him, her hair falling in a sheet to one side. He gently brushed his lips against hers, but when he tried to pull his head back, she used the hand that wasn't holding the baby to grab his head and hold it in place. She nipped his lip and he slid one of his hands around to feel her ass through the sweatpants she was wearing.


"Okay, so, I pumped like two and a half bottles. She shouldn't need all of them but if she won't stop crying after I leave, you can give her the half." Elena said as she stood at the refrigerator with the baby on her hip, after she had agreed to let Damon watch her on a trail basis.

"What do you mean, 'if she won't stop crying'?"

"Well, she's not used to…" Elena couldn't avoid the word. "Strangers." She shrugged. "I put all of her food in Tupperware and labeled it. She has a pacifier on the windowsill over the sink and one in her crib, but I try not to give them to her unless she is going to sleep or in the car... Or goes really ballistic."
"So much to remember."
"Don't worry." Elena smiled at him. "I wrote it down as well." She pointed to the yellow legal pad on the kitchen table. "Well… I guess I will go then."

She kissed the baby's rosebud lips and handed her to Damon. Her little heart shaped face was neural at first, but she let out a high-pitched shriek when she saw her mother move towards the door.

"I'm sorry, Damon!" Elena yelled as she picked up her bags and opened the door. "You have to trust me when I say, the faster I leave, the better it is for you!"


"Hey." Elena said when she returned from school. "Is she still sleeping?"
"Yup." Damon answered from the couch. "I'm pretty much a baby whisperer."
"Really? That well?" She smiled and walked to where he was sitting.

Damon extended his arms to her and she settled in his lap, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around his neck. She combed her fingers through his hair, while he ran his hands up and down her thighs.

"She didn't scare you away?"
"No." Damon chuckled, looking down at the cleavage spilling out of her top. "But… I think she really loves her mummy."
"She does." Elena agreed, moving her fingers through his hair again.

Damon held her by the sides and kissed down her neck and to her chest. He ran his tongue along the lace trim of her bra, which was barely peaking out of her V-neck top. Elena groaned and let her head drop back.

"Oh my GOD." Jeremy said from the door. "You two are unbelievable."
"The more things change, the more they stay the same." Stefan agreed as he followed him in.

Elena removed herself from Damon's lap and sat in the chair next to him. She looked down at her chest and adjusted her top. She heard the baby's cries erupt over the monitor on the coffee table.

"I should go." Damon said, standing and awkwardly adjusting his pants, trying to hide the fact he was going home to rub one out in a cold shower.
"I'm going to…" Elena pointed upstairs, signaling to Stefan where she was heading.

Lily was standing in her crib, her face red and tear streaked when they walked through the door. Elena picked her up and sat in the rocking chair, unclipping her bra and pulling the top of her shirt down to offer her breast to her daughter. Stefan sat on the stool across from her. Lily latched on to her nipple. She tied to use the leverage of her tiny hand on her mother's chest to turn and see Stefan, without disrupting the suckling of her mouth.

"So are you are Damon like together now?" Stefan broke the silence.
"No." Elena answered, placing her hand gently on her daughter's head and trying to direct her back to the task at hand.
"You looked pretty together when we walked in."
"Stefan." Elena huffed. She took the hand Lily was trying to brace on her chest and held it in hers.
"Elena… I think I deserve to know."
"We are not TOGETHER." She looked down at the floor between them.
"Have you been sleeping with him?"
"It was only one time."
"ONLY." Stefan rolled his eyes. "Were you going to tell me?"
"No. I wasn't." She paused. "You know why I like having sex with Damon?" She looked back into his eyes. "Because Damon and I don't have to FUCKING talk about it."
"So, you like to have sex with Damon because it doesn't mean anything." Stefan raised it eyebrows.
"You know that's not what I said."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Stefan shot back.

The baby released her mother's nipple and turned her head to investigate Stefan, whose voice was getting louder with each passing moment.

"Can you wait downstairs? You're distracting the baby." Elena said, cupping Lily's head and trying to guide it back to her leaking nipple.
"Fine."


"Hey." Elena greeted Damon as she returned from school one afternoon.
"Hey."

She took in the sight before her. Damon was standing at the kitchen counter with Lily perched on his hip, while dicing chicken into little cubes for her dinner. She tried not to let her mind wonder to what it might be like to have a "normal" family, but moments like this made it nearly impossible. It had been a few weeks and Lily and Damon were really warming up to each other.

"You got a certified letter." Damon pointed to the table with his knife.
"Why would I get a certified letter?" She picked it up. "From 'The Commonwealth of Virginia'?" She tore the envelope and started reading. "Oh no."
"What?"
"Stefan wants custody of Lily." He put her hand over her mouth. "He's her father." She swallowed and walked to the sink. "I'm going to throw up."

Damon ran his hand down her back and then let it rest between her should blades while she sobbed and gagged into the sink. Her body shook and she gripped the sides of the porcelain sink to brace herself.

"Why is he doing this to me?"
"I don't know." Damon kept his voice low. "Take a deep breath."
"I can't!" Elena's voice hitched.
"Yes, you can." Damon spoke up over the baby who had started to cry into his shoulder.
"No…" She sobbed out.
"I know you're upset, but right now, you need to calm down because you're scaring Lily."

Elena lifted her head to look at her daughter, who was reaching for her. She took her from Damon's arms and hugged her tightly to her chest. "Shhhhhhh." She breathed into her ear. "Mommy is okay." She reached up over the sink for her pacifier and stuck it in her mouth. She rocked her in her arms as she paced around the house until her cries became sniffles and she was sucking her pacifier contently with her head nestled in her mother's chest.