When Elena woke up the next morning she was un-surprised to see Stefan still asleep. She sighed, knowing he waited for her to fall asleep, or waited while she slept to make sure nothing would happen to her. She rolled to throw her arm over his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

She stared at the perfect planes of his chest and face, wondering why he would chose her to marry and have children with...

"Your staring." He mumbled.

She blushed slightly at being caught but laughed quietly. He breathed out a chuckle and she propped herself up on his chest so she could see him more clearly. He still had his eyes shut but his hand moved to run his fingers through her hair.

"It's called gazing. It's different." She said firmly.

He pretended to think for a moment and then covered his face with the pillow; she giggled and pulled it off him, holding it above her head so he could not grab it back.

He prised it from her hands carefully as his lips touched hers and his hand caressed her stomach fondly.

"I need to get in the shower." She said quietly.

Stefan grinned mischievously, "Ooh it sounds like fun."

"No not you, me." She said firmly and he pouted.

"Don't pout it doesn't suit you." She laughed and he pouted harder, leaning to kiss her stomach gently. The baby moved and the both smiled.

"I love you so much." He whispered.

She smiled, "I love you too."

There was a knock at the front door downstairs, and Stefan frowned when he heard Damon whoop loudly at the mail man delivering a package.

Elena sat up and moaned slightly when her back popped back into place after sleeping on her side. Stefan rubbed her arm anxiously.

"You okay?" He asked.

She nodded, "You babies just laying across my stomach, I can feel its head."

Elena took his hand and placed it on the side of her bump, pressing just enough so he could feel the roundness against his palm.

"Stefan get your ass down these stairs now and come and see the awesome present I just bought myself!" Damon yelled.

The younger brother sighed and kissed his fiancée's forehead before moving to get up.

"I'll see you downstairs." He said gently.

She smiled and shoved his arm, "Go and see your brother."

He rolled his eyes and got up, pulling on some khaki pants. As he reached for his shirt however, Elena grabbed it from his hands and rolled away from him, pulling it tight to her chest.

"Elena..." He growled playfully.

"Go and see your brother." She repeated with a small laugh.

He sighed and did so, stopping in the doorway to grab a nearby glass of water and throw it loosely over her.

She sat bolt upright and screamed at him, but she let a giggle escape her lips so he knew he was forgiven.

"Are we even?" He whispered and moved to hove rover her.

She kissed him softly, "You know we are."

"That is it Stefan I will start the party without you!" Damon shouted and loud music filled the house.

Elena giggled and got out of bed, walking towards the shower.

Stefan went downstairs after pulling on his shirt; only to be stopped in his tracks by the sight of Damon knelt down in an almost praying like position in front of a new cabinet that filled the stretch of one wall of the living room.

"What the hell is that?" Stefan demanded.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Damon whispered and he sounded like he had been crying.

"No, what is it?" Stefan asked again.

Damon sniffed and walked over to it, running his had along the oak panelling.

"It's a cabinet for all my liquor. They are stored alphabetically and it has an internal cooling feature which preserves them..." He started but Stefan sighed.

"Has this got anything to do with my..." He swallowed, "Bachelor party?" He asked, gesturing to the mound of cardboard boxes behind him in the hall.

Damon spun to grin at him, "Yes."

Stefan feigned interest, "Can I look?"

"NO!" Damon yelled and threw himself to tackle his brother.

"What the hell!" Stefan exclaimed as he was shoved out of the way and Damon pinned him to the wall.

There was a knock at the door and Stefan pulled away from his brother's grip to answer it.

He opened it to see Jeremy holding and overnight bag on his back.
"Hey my future brother." He laughed and pulled Stefan into a hug.

Damon cursed as one of the boxes he was discretely trying to shove in a cupboard feel open. He scattered the contented with his foot and shut the door behind it, luckily Stefan had not seen any of it.

"Where's Elena?" Jeremy asked as they went and sat in the kitchen.

"In the shower." Stefan replied, sitting with his head in his hands.

"Whoa mate you loom rough, how much sleep didn't you get last night?" Jeremy joked.

Stefan laughed tiredly, "I was worried about her."

Jeremy rolled his eyes, "Yeh bet she took that well didn't she?"

"She doesn't know." Stefan muttered just as Elena walked in.

"Oh hey Jer." She greeted and grabbed herself some juice form the fridge. Stefan moved to let her sit down, shifting to stand opposite the two of them. Damon stood behind him fiddling with a piece of something.

"So what are we doing today?" Jeremy asked, "Jenna and Alaric weren't up when I was so I thought it would be a good time to make my escape."

"Why didn't you invite Ric again Damon?" Stefan asked his brother over his shoulder.

Damon sighed theatrically, "Because he is old."

"Says the person who is over 100 years old." Elena muttered.

Damon glared at her, "Whatever Preggo."

"Okay look you and Jeremy can go and look at the venue and me and Damon will go and look at flowers."

Damon pretended to faint with happiness and lounged across the floor.

Stefan sighed and looked at his Fiancée, "Are you sure that's a good idea..."

"Yes now go and finish getting ready so you can leave." She ordered him

He smiled slightly and looked up at the sky waiting patiently.

She laughed and kissed his cheek at the same time he kissed hers.

Elena giggled and Stefan laughed, leaving Damon to his gagging and Jeremy to his slightly disturbed looks.