AN: *Singing* I know where Elena has the baaaby and I know who is with heeer :L lol

PARTY IN THE PARK WAS FUCKING AWESOME!

This is set one month later (Elena is 4 months pregnant now), so according to google, that's just the start of her second trimester or w/e it's called.


CHAPTER SEVEN

'Two Lives'

"... and remember, don't listen to your Dad when he tells you I'm a bad influence, he's just jealous," Damon said to my bump, it made me laugh. "I'll take you cliff diving-" He began whispering, but I pulled my shirt down. "Aw Elena!" He whined.

"Jeez Damon, my son isn't even born yet and already you're trying to give him bad ideas." I stroked my stomach as he pouted. "And you are not taking him cliff diving, ever!"

"You are going to regret saying that." He sang smugly.

I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen, I'd been getting mild cravings for chocolate ice cream recently and only now had it gotten to a point were I am totally dependant on it. I opened the freezer to find... nothing. After, I checked the fridge, again there was nothing. I shut the fridge with a puzzled expression, but I heard Damon laughing. "Damon!" I shouted, "Where the hell is the food?"

"I told you you'd regret it." He was in hysterics now.

I walked into the living room, "You think this is funny?" I asked, he nodded without saying a word from laughing so hard. "You think keeping a highly dangerous pregnant woman from the one thing she depends on is funny?" I was genuinely mad now, my hands formed as fists. His laughter died down until he looked absolutely terrified.

"Sorry Elena." He whimpered. "Here," He reached into the drawer next to him and got out a large packet of chips. I snatched them off him and sat on the opposite couch and ate them.

The front door opened, Stefan arrived home. I jumped up and ran into his arms, my mood suddenly up again. We were back in the living room, Damon still looking terrified. "What happened to him?" Stefan asked, chuckling.

"Oh, he hid all the food in the house." I told him, Damon unable to look at me.

"Damon, Damon, Damon." Stefan tutted.

"How do you- She's fucking scary!"

"That's what you get for hiding the food!" I shouted back, he whimpered again and pulled a cushion over his face, I rolled my eyes. "Jackass." I muttered. Stefan rubbed my back and took me upstairs to his room. I sat on his bed, finally able to rest my screaming back. He followed, sitting next to me, "What's in the bag?" I asked, gesturing the bag on his lap.

"Oh," He reached in and got out a tub of Ben 'N' Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream, "I assumed Damon would do something like empty the entire fridge or something equally as annoying, so just in case I bought that for you." He smiled handing me a spoon from the bag. I ate a spoonful of the ice cream - it was heaven. "So I was thinking of baby names today."

"Mm," I swallowed the ice cream, "What did you have in mind?"

"Kyle." He smiled, and I did too. "What?"

"I loved that name, what else did you have?" I asked, scooping in more ice cream.

"Well, Damon as the middle name?" He asked, I nodded. "But what about Lewis, as well?"

"Huh," I swallowed again and thought about it. "Our son, Kyle Lewis Damon Salvatore." I smiled and put my hands on my stomach, but Stefan put his on there too, and put his head close to it. "What are you-"

"Hey Kyle, it's your Daddy." He whispered before kissing my bump. "I'll protect you and Mommy, I promise." He kissed it again.

"Oh," My hands moved up a bit suddenly.

"What?" He asked with concern.

"Quick, put your hands here." I moved his hands up, "He just kicked." We both laughed with happiness.

"He's really in there, huh?" Stefan whispered, putting his ear to the bump this time, "Ow!" He exclaimed as he moved away, rubbing his ear. "He's a strong kid." He chuckled.

"Like his Father." I smiled, kissing him.

...

The next day I woke up to an empty bed, which made me frown. I sat up, rubbing my eyes to relieve me of the tiredness, and felt Kyle kick again. "Hey in there," I smiled putting my hands on the spot, "you cosy in there?" I chuckled feeling anther kick.

"Is it safe to come in?" I looked up and saw a wary-looking Damon stood at the door.

"Yeah, sure." I smiled. "I'm sorry about yesterday, it's mood swings, being pregnant kind of does that to you." I chuckled.

"I guessed, but if it helps all the food, including that ice cream you like, is back in the fridge." He said.

"Thank you Damon." I sighed happily. "I might just venture down there now in fact, Kyle wants food again." I stood up to go downstairs, but Damon was still on the bed looking puzzled. "If you're confused, Stefan and I named the baby Kyle, Kyle Lewis Damon Salvatore." I loved saying his name.

"You used my name?" He asked, I nodded and immediately his 'scheming' face came on.

"Damon Junior." He whispered.

"NO!"

"Aw Elena!"


Hehe. And I added Lewis is the baby's name in memory of LEWBAZ, RIP!

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