Chapter 10

Damon pov.

"Elena, are you sure about this?" I asked her one last time. We were getting out of the car and unstrapping the girls so we can bring them into Jeremy's house. Jer opened the door and walked over to us with Georgina in tow.

"Hey!" Georgina exclaimed, running over to us and trying to take the babies out of our hands. We both stood our ground in case the girls got fussy or threw up. She pouted slightly. "I'm sorry, it's the hormones. Plus I really need experience." She murmured. I smiled at her apologetically and she returned the smile.

"Hey, Jer, help us out. We bought all the baby stuff just in case." Elena told Jeremy, bouncing slightly with Jemma in her arms. He nodded and walked to the back of the car.

Bonnie was fast asleep so I handed her to Georgina. She had never looked so happy in my eyes.

"I'm gonna help Jer out. 'K?" I told Elena, leaning down to peck her lips. She nodded and I turned around to Jeremy.

About an hour later we had everything inside the house, and Georgina and Jer were showing us where we were going to be sleeping and where the girls would be sleeping. Both rooms were decorated. Our room, light orange and sunset wallpapers by the door, the girls room all pink and purple. We got settled in and then all sat watching a movie. Of course, the girls chose and it was The Fault in our Stars. Jeremy and I sat playing with Bon and Jem throughout the entire movie. Obviously.

Neither of us had ever seen this movie before, and we didn't know what we were in store for until the ending, when Georgina and Elena were bawling their eyes out at the screen, and we had no clue why.

"HE DIED YOU IDIOTS!" Georgina screamed, causing both of the babies to scream. Hormones. Hormones, hormones, hormones. Elena wasn't too bad, and even on her worst day I managed to soothe her. But this woman. Jeez God help Jeremy if this isn't her worst.

"It's ok, Georgie. It's all pretend, it's all acting." Jeremy muttered to her while rubbing her slightly bulging stomach. We took the twins up to our room to give them some space while they got 'Georgie' back to her usual self. We all fell asleep o our bed.

1 year later!
"MOMMIE! DADDY! WAKEY WAKEY!" Both girls screamed. Today they were turning one, and we still lived with Jeremy, although Georgina died from childbirth. She had a beautiful son called Rory, who was also born early but only by three weeks. He's now 4 months old.

I felt Elena shuffle next to me. She still hates the mornings and being woken by the girls. As much as we love them, we hate them waking us up. The mornings are our time together, they should be able to sleep in too.

"MAMA DADA COME GET US!" They shrieked. I heard Rory start crying next door, and Jeremy curse at his son's constant crying.

"Go get the girls, Damon. I'm gonna use the bathroom first then I'll be there." Elena grumbled before rolling onto the chair next to our bed. I laughed at her and she stood up, glaring at me. She was pregnant again, and this time we were having a boy. We want to call him Georgie, in honour of Georgina. We're expecting him in two more months, but we both want him here earlier. She walked into the bathroom and I got out of bed just as the girls started calling for us again. I went into their room and got them both out of their cribs, instantly shutting them both up. They gurgled in happiness as I kissed both of them over and over, wishing them happy birthday. Elena soon joined us and took both girls from me, kissing them over and over and over until all three of them were breathless. We all laughed and hugged and went downstairs, where mountains of presents had been wrapped for the girls.

They opened their presents together. They got spoiled rotten this time, but until their 10th, Elena and I decided that we shouldn't get them so much so they don't end up spoiled rotten.

For their party, we invited Lizzie, Josie, Caroline (she turned her humanity back on), Stefan, Ric, Abby, Sheila, Rudy, Tyler (very, very reluctantly), Tyler and Jer and Rory, plus Josie's daughter, Sara, who was roughly the same age as Rory, maybe a month younger. It was nice that everyone would be here, and I could see my brother and my best friend.

"Hi, honey." 'Lena whispered from behind me, kissing my neck and chin until I turned around and kissed her back sweetly. We stayed there, in our own little world, until Jeremy came down and got weirded out by the scene infront of him, making unsubtly coughing noises and tapping the counter. We pulled apart and I hugged Elena as close to me as her stomach would allow. He shook his head and walked past us into the kitchen, looking at the calendar for tomorrows events.

"You guys do realise that next week you are getting married, don't you?" he called overhis shoulder. "'Lena are you sure you want to do this pregnant? Or if you wai-" He began, but was cut off by Elena, whose mood swings were 10 times worse this time round. She pulled herself away from me and walked right up to him.
"Finish the sentence and you will regret it. Georgie is going to be at that wedding, born or unborn. We have been waiting for this day for nearly two years, so do not tell me I have to wait for this any longer!" she snapped at him, before walking back over to me and hugging me again. I hid my face in her hair and kissed the top of her hair, smirking at my amazing wife-to-be. I looked up and saw Jeremy white as a sheet.

Elena went into the party room with everyone else and I stayed with Jeremy.

"I'm sorry about that, she's alot worse than last time. Like, alot, alot." I explained. He laughed at me and shrugged it off, muttering something about Georgina being worse than that. I heard Elena scoff from the other room, and knew I was in trouble. There was a loud knock at the door, followed by shouts. I walked to the door, shutting the living room door so none of the kids could get out. I opened it and almost screamed. Someone I never thought I'd see again. Bonnie. With Enzo. They were... alive?

"What the- what are you?" I asked. Bonnie looked at me in sadness and something I never thought I'd see when she was looking at me. Guilt.

"Damon, who's at the door?" Elena called from the hallway. She got no answer so she came to see for herself, dropping everything and almost collapsing, falling into my arms so she wouldn't hit the floor and hurt either herself or Georgie. "This- this can't be happening!" She exclaimed, beginning to sob so that Caroline and Stefan could pick up on it with their vamp hearing, instantly coming to the door saying they needed to make a couple of phone calls. Caroline dropped straight to the ground before Stefan could catch her, making both of them cry. Bonnie had started crying harder than any of them, and stepped into the house, leaning towards Elena and taking her out of my arms, hugging her close to her. Caroline got over her shock and got up, pushing past me and hugging Bonnie and Elena. I invited Enzo in and Stefan and I got Abby, Sheila and Rudy. We took them to their parents, and watched as Bonnie ran to them, opening her arms for the kids and Enzo wrapping his arms around his family. There was a great amount of tears, which drew everyone to us, all gasping and crying too, confusing the kids as much as it was the adults, who didn't understand how this was happening.

Eventually, the family pulled apart, and Bonnie and Enzo hugged everyone here, meeting mine and Elena's daughters, Josie's daughter and Jeremy's son. It was an emotional day for all of us. Bonnie went with Elena, Caroline, Bonnie and Jemma, plus Sheila, to talk about what had happened as a girly reconnection. Enzo sat in the living room with me, Stefan, Jeremy, Matt and Rudy, Abby and Rory. Everyone else went home so we could have some time. Abby and Rudy were still crying as they were wrapped in their father's embrace, for the first time in almost two years.

Elena pov.

"I wasn't in my car when it hit the tree. Someone took my car and I was following behind in Enzo's car. He was out with his friend and the kids, so he wouldn't have known anyway. Then the car smashed into a tree. I got out the car- I g-got out the car and there was blood everywhere. The person in the drivers seat was covered in blood from the impact. It was a woman, she looked kinda like me and she the same height and everything as far as I could see. In fact, she looked exactly like me. I couldn't believe it, so I called an ambulance. Elena, that curse, the one that left you in a box. Kai didn't put the curse on you and me. He put it on you and my identical twin sister, but I don't even know her name.

"Then, some guy came up behind me and grabbed me. Enzo was in the car this guy put me in. He was unconscious, and I had my hands tied and I couldn't help him. He started driving and-and the next thing I know Enzo's waking up and saying the kids are fine, that he was on a beer run or something when they grabbed him. They took his phone and everything. We were being kidnapped, and we knew that everyone was telling people I had died in the accident- a-and Enzo had killed himself. They were faking our deaths. We were dead to you guys. Gone, dead. And the kids! Oh my God! The kids! How did they manage? Oh, my babies!" She sobbed, crying with Sheila hugging her mother as close to her as possible. They were both having hysterics. I had started crying harder than I was before.

"Oh my God, I completely didn't realise!" Bonnie excaimed, sniffling and cheering up slightly as she pulled loose from her daughter ever so slightly and pulling one arm forward enough to rub my bump. "How the hell did I not notice? You look like you're atleast six months!" Bonnie exclaimed, laughing for the first time since she came to the house. We both chuckled and the mood lightened incredibly, as we talked about the twins and Georgie and her kids. The lot of us talked and ended up talking boys before we remembered that Sheila was here, only remembering when she started squealing because we are being too 'gross' for her. She ran to her daddy and we all ended up in fits of laughter, barely breathing. Enzo and Damon came upstairs to check on us, and I realised this was the first time I had properly seen him in donkey's years.

"Enzo!" I called, jumping up and hugging him, kissing his cheek as a greeting or something like that. Everyone around me laughed in happiness at this sight, I had pretty much hated Enzo ever since I met him over 20 years ago. But now, hearing about how happy he made Bonnie and how everyone grew to love and accept him, I jumped at the opportunity to give him that love and acceptance everyone else had given him. They all understood this, him included, and loved that I was straight up giving him a chance. They all did, and I thought that Damon was proud of me, prouder than I had ever seen him.

Enzo hugged me back and smiled, kind of massaging my back. I got wierded out by this and turned to Damon, who looked even more uncomfortable than me.

"It's alright, love. Just a little something I used to do for Bonnie when she was having Abby." He explained in his charming British accent. I looked back at Damon and he nodded, relaxing himself significantly at the thought that this was something he'd done to help Bonnie get through her pregnancy.

Damon pov.

"Enzo, I know it's been a while, but would you like to be my best man at mine and Elena's wedding? I'm sure 'Lena's asking Bonnie right now as Caroline is already the twin's Godmother. Anyways, would you like to be my best man? I couldn't think of a better best man than you." I blabbered, trying to avoid looking at Enzo. He would be honoured, at least I hope he would, but I also know that if he knows how nervous I am around him, my old best friend, then he will laugh at me.

"Mate, I would love to. You are my best friend and I would love to be your best man, as long as that means I am planning your bachelor party." He grinned. I smirked at him and playfully punched his arm, as he clapped my back. We stood up and I hugged him, just awkwardly but casually hugging my believed dead best friend.

The girls came in laughing. They saw us hugging and heard me rambling. Again.

I let go of Enzo and went upstairs, taking Elena's hand and taking her with me.

"Hey, Damon, no. Let me go! DAMON!" She moaned, getting angrier with each complaint. I held her waist and pulled it to me, my heart breaking at her anger being caused by me.

"Hey, do you want to go out tomorrow? Just me and you." I asked her. She shook her head and started laughing.

"Damon. You pull me away from our friends who we thought were dead for nearly two years, to ask me out? You're mad!" She joked. I laughed as I realised my stupidity. She laughed even more, so hard that I had to kiss her (not that I didn't want to) to get us both to calm down. "WE'RE GOING BED!" I called and Elena giggled. We headed upstairs and she couldn't stop giggling, especially when I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist so I could take her into our room.

Elena pov.

Its my wedding day. Its the day Damon and I are getting married, and I'm a whale. Great. Nice job, Elena. Why didn't I listen to Jer and wait? Never mind. We are getting married now and I know today will be the best day of my life. Ever. The day I am legally attatched to my soul mate for the rest of our lives, the day I get to hear the most romantic things he has to say about me, but most importantly, the day my children get a proper, legal family.

"Elena, seriously stop stressing. It's not good for you or the baby, and there's no need. Everything is perfect." Bonnie whispered into my ear soothingly. I looked up at her and inhaled deeply through my nose, then exhaling through my mouth.

"You're right, it is perfect. Especially now that you're here." I replied, leaning up and kissing her cheek softly. She smiled.

"Alright. Time to do your make up!" Bonnie squealed, and we both started giggling. She did my makeup so I looked perfect. My lilac eyelids outlined with bold black mascara and eye liner, bright pink lip gloss and sparkly highlighter. I looked amazing, thanks to Bonnie.

Then, she helped me with my dress. A lilac laced dress flowing down to my ankles and gathering at my waist so it flows loosly below my waist and around my legs. Long sleeves covering my entire arms and a high neck line which goes up to my chin, all of it laced, with a long silky slip under it so it wasn't see through. My arms and neck were exposed, though, and I had to wear sandals because my feet were getting too big for heels.

Finally, Bonnie brushed through my hair, curled it so it was more like twists than my usual straight locks, and pinned it up in a braided bun, the curls sticking out of the bun.

"Oh, my God I look gorgeous!" I cry out in happiness, standing up and hugging Bonnie so tight it hurts my stomach a bit. I pull away and feel my eyes burning with tears. Bonnie wiped them away for me. "Now, lets get my maid of honour ready." I whispered, reaching for the makeup kit. She sat down and I did her makeup. Gold eyelids, and a thick use of liner, but she doesn't need mascara thanks to her beautiful, naturally long lashes. Then we put her concealer on, hiding the evidence of how late she's been up working on my wedding every night and bringing back the gorgeous, flawless BonBon. We then put on crimson red lipstick and a little blush on each cheek.

Next was her dress. We kind of had a switch around with the maid of honour and bride. The bride, me, wearing a colourful dress, while the maid of honour, Bonnie, wears a white dress. I have no clue where the idea came from, but it was there and now thats what we are doing. We put it on the cake and everything, so we've hidden the cake from Damon and the guys. Bonnie's dress was short, showing off her long legs. It was a tight, silky white dress which cut off mid-thigh and had no straps or sleeves, the neckline dipping to just above her breast bone. It was perfect on her. And I couldn't wait to see her with her hair up and everything.

For her hair, I pulled it back and turned it upwards so I could braid it upwards, then clip her hair up. This would show off her beautiful neck and it would also keep her hair out of her face. It looked amazing on her.

We heard chattering from down the stairs. We were in the boarding house, and we turned the whole thing into a remake of the church. Minus the aisles, because the guests were sat behind the stairs on chairs and I was to walk down the stairs straight onto the alter. Perfect for me.

The chattering died down and the voice of Damon suddenly became clear.

"I believe we are about to start the ceremony, could you all take your seats please?" He asked. I smiled and squeezed Bonnie's hand, then looked over at Caroline. She was gorgeous as always, in a white dress which cut off just below her knee and had one sleeve, loose flowing but tighter around her chest. Her makeup was the same as Bonnie's, and both of them wore lilac heels, while I was wearing white sandals. Care's hair was half-up-half-down, also curled but shorter than mine as she cut her hair a few days ago. She was the most outstanding of us all, with snips in her dress and the dress backless until it reached her waist, where the back of it came in. She was outstanding.

My daughters ran into the room, laughing. They had no makeup o, but their raven black hair was straightened, for both of them, and pinned half-up-half-down just like Caroline's, and they both had the same dress Caroline was wearing.

"Ready?" Caroline asked, smiling at me brighter than ever before.

I nodded and we heard the music start.

"I love you guys." I blurted out, and the both hugged me, before Bonnie started down the hall and the stairs, followed by Caroline with my babies, then finally followed by me, with Ric on my arm as the father who walks me down the aisle.

"'Lena." Ric whispered as we began to walk down the stairs. I nodded and looked up at him. "I hope you're happy, and I can't wait to meet my grandson." He finished, eyes tearing up slightly. I kissed his cheek, and we both smiled as we finished walking down the stairs, straight onto the alter where Damon, Enzo, Jeremy and Stefan were waiting. Plus Rory right behind Stefan, practically hiding behind his legs.

Ric put my hand to his lips, then held my hand out to Damon, who was in tears. He took my hand, and turned around, facing the front where Ric, our officiator, would be standing.

"We are gathered here today to witness the union of dearly beloved Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. Before we begin, are there any objections to this marriage, speak up now or forever hold your peace." He said rather dully. No one said a word.

"Ok, I believe the bride and groom wish to make their own vows, so let's hear Damon's first." He finished, and Damon coughed awkwardly.

"God, I hate going first." he chuckled. I laughed at him. "But I guess I gotta deal with it. Elena, you are my best friend, you have been for longer than I can remember. I remember meeting you, you hating me, the whole shabang. I remember loving you, not even caring that you were with someone else. Especially not caring that it was my brother you were with. But things changed. We spent time together, you stayed with me even in my darkest moment, and I fell in love with you even more, more than I ever thought possible. You gave me everything, a purpose, someone I can rely on, depend on, trust, and most of all, you gave me my family. You, Bonnie and Jemma, you mean the world to me, so today, today's the day I get to prove it to you. I love you, Elena Gilbeert, and I always will love you." He finished, barely whispering the last few words so no one would hear him sobbing.

I was in tears almost. My eyes watering to the point where if I blinked, I would be bawling again.

"Elena, it's your turn." Ric muttered. I shuddered at the idea of having to speak now, in case I cried, and made a fool out of myself. And ruin my makeup.

"Ok, uh. Damon. My friend, my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, my soulmate. Any of these terms would describe what you are to me, perfectly. Every day, I grow to love you more and more, and pretty soon, I physically wont be able to love you any more than I do. There isn't enough room in my heart, that's how much I love you.

"You- you've been here for me through my worst stages. You waited for me longer than any other guy would have ever waited for me. You stood by my side for years, and today nor any other day I will never be able to show you just how grateful I am for that. Today is about me and you, you and me. We've been together for ages, and today is going to be the end of our history, and the start of our new beginning, as a family. I love you, Damon Salvatore. It's you and me, forever." I sobbed, squeezing his hand hard. "I love you." He whispered to me.
"I love you too." I mouthed back at him.

"Can we have the rings please, monkeys?" Ric asked the girls. They took the rings from Caroline and ran up to us, giggling.

"Here you are grandpa!" They giggled, giving Ric the two rings. Ric passed me Damon's ring and Damon my ring.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Virginia, I now pronounce you man and wife. Damon, you can kiss Elena." Ric announced, smiling at me supportively. Damon leaned down and, putting one hand on my ever growing belly and another behind my head, leaning his head as close to mine as humanly possible, and kissing me sweetly, dipping us so I was relying on him not to drop me off the altar.

We pulled away to applause of the audience, and laughed. I leaned into Damon's figure, molding myself into him, and put my forehead on his chest, resting for a second. I was married to the love of my life. My soulmate was my husband, and my daughters had a proper family. Life was perfect.

Damon pov.

We left the girls with Bonnie and Caroline for a week. We were going to drive to Georgia for three days of our honeymoon, then drive back to Mystic Falls and stay at Elena's lake house for the rest of the week. We were now driving to Georgia, but we were stuck in traffic and both missed the girls.

"OW! Damon, it hurts." Elena cried, clutching the sides of her stomach. Not again, we can't have a wedding anniversary and birthday on the same day. "DAMON!" She yelled at me. I clutched her hands, and pulled the car out of the traffic, turning the other way and speeding to a hospital.

When we pulled up at the hospital, I still hadn't said a word. I ran to her side of the car, opened the door and and picked her up bridal style. I ran her into the ER, and put her on a stretcher, running her towards a doctor.

"She- she just started screaming-" i got cut off by Elena letting out an ear piercing shriek. "Please just tell me whats going on!" I snapped at the doctors. They were using a stethoscope for the baby.

"She isn't going into labour. It's Braxton Hicks." They said after multiple examintions. Elena groaned in pain again, and I let out a sob.

"Damon, call B-Bonnie. I want to see the girls." she stuttered.

"No- 'Lena, it will upset them to see you like this. You know it will." I whispered, facing the wall but holding her hand.

"Ugh. This isn't fair, today's supposed to be the best day of our lives, we're supposed to spend it in a room that doesn't stink of fish, we're supposed to watch the sunsets in Georgia, and I'm supposed to watch you get ridiculously drunk at the lake house. THIS ISN'T MEANT TO BE OUR SPECIAL DAY!" She sobbed, leaning into my shoulder and sobbing hard.

"'Lena, thousands of women get Braxton Hicks, none of them have to stay in hospital. We can still do all of those things you want to do, just the way you want." I whispered, kissing her hair and holding her close to me. "This week wont have the girls, but it will be just me and you, our perfe- almost perfect- getaway. I love you so much, baby. And you, little Georgie." I finished, sitting Elena up and kissing her head then crouching down, putting one hand on either side of her stomach and kissing the centre of it.

"I love you too." She whispered, leaning forward slightly and kissing my head. "You know, when Georgie is born he and I are having a little discussion about timing." Elena joked.

I laughed at her and we walked out of the hospital, hand in hand. I opened the car door for her and she got in the car. We were officially on our way to our new life.

Four years later.

Elena pov.

"Georgie, give your sister her doll back!" I screamed at Georgie, who decided to take and hide Jemma's Barbie.

"NO!" He called back, stomping his feet on the floorboards upstairs, shaking the chandelier above me.

"Do NOT make me come up there!" Damon warned from the stairs. "Give it back right now, or I'm coming up those stairs and you will severely regret this." He finished. I smiled at him as I heard Georgie groan in pain.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TAKING MY SISTERS STUFF!" Bonnie shrieked at him. DDamon and I burst into fits of laughter at her protectiveness, remembering that Jemma is even more protective of Bonnie.

Damon walked in, smiling.

"How did we get so lucky?" He asked.

"I have no clue." I replied, and we both laughed. We had the perfect life.S