Previously, in "Oh, Baby!," Elena and Katherine tell Elijah and Damon that they're pregnant.

Chapter 8

Elena hung up the phone and then looked at Damon, who was now kissing her shoulder. "Looks like you and I aren't the only ones who are going to be celebrating, Damon. Katherine and Elijah are going to be joining us."

Damon looked at her. "A double celebration?"

"Of course," she replied. "Katherine and I are twins, after all. What one does, the other one does as well."

Damon grinned as he leaned up and kissed her on the lips. "I think it is wonderful to see you two acting so much alike, despite all the outer differences of yourselves," he told her.

Elena smiled against his lips and returned his kiss. "And, since you've been with both of us, you would know what those differences are, right?"

"Now, now, Elena," said Damon. "You know that a gentleman never kisses and tells. It's not polite."

"I guess," said Elena. "I was just curious, that's all."

The dark-haired man whose lap she sat in smiled up at her again as his hand took hers and brought it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles once more.

Elena smiled at him and was about to say something when Damon's phone went off. Damon groaned at this, especially since he was looking forward to being with Elena today. He took the phone out of his pocket and saw Stefan's number on the ID. That's funny, why would his brother be calling him at this inopportune time?

"It's Stefan."

"Stefan?" said Elena. "What does he want?"

"Don't know, but I intend to find out." Damon then pressed "SEND" and put the phone to his ear. "Yes, little brother, what can I do for you?"

Stefan sighed on the other end. "Rebekah is in the hospital."

"What? What happened? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" There was no mistaking the panic and worry in Damon's voice as he asked those questions.

"Last night, she spiked a fever of 103.2," said Stefan. "I brought her to the hospital out of concern for her and the baby. They haven't told me anything yet, and I'm out of my mind with worry." He sighed. "Damon, if anything happens to either Rebekah or the baby, I'm going to lose it."

"What about Dante?"

"Mom's watching him," said Stefan. "I just...don't know what to tell him, you know? He's only a little kid."

Elena held her hand out for the phone and Damon handed it to her, watching as she took over the conversation, "Stefan, call my father; he can help you. And my mother will be with him as well; she's a nurse in his department."

"Alright, what is his number?" Stefan asked as Elena got it from her cell phone, rattling off the number for him.

Stefan took down the number. "Thanks, Elena. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"It's no problem, really. When you told Damon about Rebekah's situation, I wanted to help," she replied. "Believe me, I want Rebekah to get better as badly as you do."

"I'll definitely give your father a call," said Stefan. "I'll also keep you posted on Rebekah's progress."

"Good," said Elena. "Damon and I will definitely want to know how it went." She looked at Damon. "I'll give you back to your brother."

"That's okay, I'll call back later," said Stefan. "I have to call your father and tell him about Rebekah."

With that, he hung up and Elena gave Damon his phone, seeing the worried look in his brilliant blue eyes. She pulled him closer to her, letting her fingers run through his hair. "I know you're worried about Rebekah, I am too. But, my father is the best doctor in Mystic Falls. He'll be able to help her."

Damon nodded. "I know, and I appreciate the recommendation. Rebekah has had health concerns in the past. When she was pregnant with Dante, her blood pressure dropped and had to be in the hospital for at least a week. To say that Stefan was a basketcase is putting it mildly. He had to be sedated, he was so upset."

Meanwhile…

Isobel Fleming Gilbert looked up when she heard her husband coming into the room, and smiling at him as he came closer to her while she cooked dinner. "Hello you, how was things at the office?" she asked him as they kissed briefly.

John kissed her back. "Busy as all hell, my love, busy as all hell."

His wife nodded and put down the sharp knife in her hand, tugging him until he was behind her then John watched as she picked up the knife before curling both sets of their fingers around the blade. "We should unwind for tonight. I'll treat you to a massage later, okay?" she murmured softly, shifting a little and letting her backside brush against his front, purposefully.

John nodded, letting out a groan as he felt Isobel brushing her backside against his front. "Sounds good to me. You know how I love your massages." He kissed her neck softly. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I wouldn't trade this for anything."

Isobel smiled. "Neither would I."

Later, after dinner, John settled on the bed on his stomach and grinned while he watches his wife get the massaging oil and settled onto his back, pushing the extra weight into their bed.

John groaned as he felt Isobel rubbing the massaging oil onto his back. Truth be told, he had been looking forward to feeling those hands on him all day. "That feels good, Isobel. I think I can feel my stress melting away already."

Isobel smiled. "That's good. That means it's working."

John grinned then turned over unexpectedly, making Isobel squeal in protest. "I wasn't done!"

"Sorry, I missed my wife. I thought about nothing else today but her beautiful dark hair floating down around her face as her lips met mine, our kisses soft and passionate," he said as he demonstrated, tugging her face down until their lips met.

Isobel laughed against his lips, returning his kiss. "Oh, John Gilbert, you are so bad."

John smiled. "Only when it comes to you, babe."

She giggled again and kissed him some more before they were interrupted by someone knocking on the front door downstairs. "I'll go get that. You stay put," Isobel said as she climbed up off of him and headed downstairs to answer the door.

Isobel opened the door to see her sister, Karen, standing there. "Karen? What are you doing here?"

Karen ignored her and walked into the house. Isobel raised an eyebrow as she closed the door behind her, following her sister into the living room. "Karen, aren't you going to tell me why you're here?"

"I am, but I didn't want to tell you on the porch in case one of your neighbors was outside and overheard us talking," she replied. "I came here because I'm kind of in a bit of a situation and I was wondering if my big sister can help me out."

Isobel rolled her eyes. She knew what this was about. Whenever Karen said she was "in a bit of a situation," that usually meant she needed money. "All right, how much are you going to mooch off of me and what do you need it for?"

"I need about $2,000," said Karen. "And it's not for me, it's for a friend."

"Uh huh," said Isobel. "And who is this 'friend' of yours? Did you meet some loser at some hole and you're going to be heading off to who knows where and you need money for either a plane ticket?"

Isobel shook her head no and was about to reply when John interrupted them. "How much was it, Karen?" he asked as he carried his checkbook in hand.

"John, don't you dare," Isobel said in a low warning tone.

John shook his head. "Isobel, she's your sister. She says she needs money."

"If you give her that check, you'll be only feeding into her behavior," said Isobel. "It's been like this since she was sixteen."

She sighs and pulls him into the kitchen. "Babe, I know you don't want me to help, but she obviously needs it," John said as he pulls his wife into his arms, although she is reluctant about accepting his hold on her.

Isobel shook her head. "You don't know Karen like I do, John. She's a compulsive liar who likes to play on your sympathy until you give in." She sighed. "She'll go through that money in a week, you'll see. I'm not just saying this, I mean it."

John sighed. "You're right, I don't know her, but maybe she's changed since those days. Maybe she really does need the money."

"All right, fine, give her the money," said Isobel. "But, when I get a call saying that she's either blown the money or she's been arrested for who knows what, you'll see that I'm telling the truth."

John sighs again and wraps his arms tighter around his wife. "I understand, Isobel. You know that Gray would do the same thing for me if I was in a tight spot," he said softly into her hair.

Isobel sighed and reluctantly hugged him. "Yeah, Grayson would give you the shirt off his back."

He nodded. "He would. And I know you'd do the same for Karen," he told her. They both turned when they heard the soft slamming of the front door and Isobel sighed.

MYSTIC FALLS MEDICAL CENTER - THAT SAME MOMENT...

Stefan was waiting anxiously for Grayson to arrive. He had called him less than an hour ago, telling him about the situation with Rebekah. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too much longer, because Grayson was seen coming toward him, followed by Miranda.

"Stefan Salvatore?"

Stefan nodded. "That would be me. Your daughter, Elena, told me that I should call you. I'm worried about my wife. She spiked a high fever last night and I brought her here out of concern for her and the baby."

Grayson nodded as well. "Well, don't you worry. Your wife is in good hands with me."

"Elena sang your praises, sir," said Stefan. "If she says that you're good at what you do, then I believe her."

Grayson's hand came up and patted Stefan's shoulder briefly before turning to his wife at his side. "Let's go check on Mrs. Salvatore, sweetheart," he said softly to her.

Miranda nodded and followed him. "He seems like a really good father, Gray," she said as they scrubbed in to check on Rebekah.

Grayson nodded. "He definitely is, Mimi. Reminds me of myself as a young father."

"You raised each of your girls and Jeremy to be their own individuals," Miranda said with a smile as she handed him a towel to wipe away the soap with. Her husband nodded as they left the scrub room and moved into the OR, where Rebekah lay on the table. Miranda moved over to where she could sit down on the stool next to the blonde's head and smiled gently at her. "You're going to be fine, Rebekah. I'll be right here, okay?"

Rebekah nodded slowly. "Okay." Curiously, she added, "How's Stefan?"

"Worried about you because he loves you so much," said Miranda. "But, you'll see him soon."

The blonde nodded again before Grayson appeared next to his wife. "Don't worry, Rebekah, you're in good hands. Elena was the one who recommended me to your husband," he said with a kind smile.

"Thank you, Dr. Gilbert," Rebekah said with a smile back to him.

WAITING ROOM - THAT SAME MOMENT...

Stefan ran his hand through his hair as he waited. He knew that Rebekah was in good hands, but it was the wait that was going to kill him. As he continued to wait, he saw Damon coming toward him, Elena at his side. Stefan forced a smile and stood to greet them. "Hey, guys."

"Hello, brother," said Damon. "I take it Elena's father saw you?"

"He did," said Stefan. "He told me Rebekah is in good hands." He smiled at Elena. "Thank you for recommending him to me, Elena."

"You're welcome," said Elena. "Rebekah deserves the best care, and my father is the best there is."

Stefan nodded then turned to his brother. "Thanks for coming for support, Damon; it means a lot to me," he said quietly without meeting his brother's gaze.

Damon moved closer after letting go of Elena's hand and put his hands on Stefan's shoulders, which he could feel shaking with quiet sobs. "Brother, you know you'd do the same for me, okay?" he said then hugged Stefan gently and rubbed his back as Stefan cried into his shoulder.

Elena excused herself from the brothers to give them their privacy while she went to get some coffee. On the way to the cafeteria, she saw Katherine and went over to her. "Hey, Kitty Kat. What are you doing here?"

"I'm on my break and I thought I'd take a walk around," she replied. "Though, I could ask the same about you."

"Damon and I are here to support Stefan," said Elena. "He brought Rebekah here because she wasn't feeling well, and I recommended Daddy to him because he's the best at what he does."

"I knew I recognized her," said Katherine. "I'll call Elijah later and let him know about it. I'm sure he'd want to see his sister."

Note: Here you go, Chapter 8! Don't worry, Rebekah is going to be okay. Come back for Chapter 9!