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22 WEEKS

DAMON

"Happy nineteenth birthday." Damon looked over his shoulder before planting a chaste kiss on her mouth.

He'd started to feel a lot more comfortable around her parents but didn't think the older Gilbert would appreciate it if he let his hands wander over his daughter's body and allowing himself to kiss her with tongue. Damon had to admit that he wasn't much for PDA but Elena had changed something in him after that day in his office.

She'd taken charge, stormed the castle, blown the candles out or whatever you could possibly call it. She'd basically and literally grabbed him by the– Well, by the goods and guided him home. The thing about his earlier evaporated libido, yeah, that was no longer a problem. He'd transformed into a teenager; constantly horny as fuck and hungry, always hungry. He blamed Elena.

She was at twenty-two weeks and her own sex drive had kicked into high gear. Apparently, pregnant women either turned into nuns or porn stars. Elena was over the top and he had nothing to complain about. She was insatiable and he loved the fact that she didn't hold back.

He'd told her to just go for it. He'd told her to use him however and whenever she wanted, he was a willing participant, to say the least. The explosiveness he always experienced with her was unlike anything he'd ever felt before but her parents' kitchen wasn't an option when it came to sporting a hard on that could soon hammer nails to the wall. He had to blink in order to control himself as his thoughts started to reveal the growth of something down south. This was so not the place for an erection right now.

"Thank you." She pecked his lips, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulled him down to her mouth and kissed him once more before leaning back against the counter.

"Ah, what a woman." He teased and glared at her as if she'd been bad.

She turned to the cupboard and handed him a cup of newly made coffee as her parents continued to rearrange the furniture in the living room. Elena's family was huge and everyone expected a seat at her birthday party, which had, had her dragging Damon out of bed - earlier than he'd liked and without naked time - and going over to her parents' house so that he could help carry chairs from the attic.

"I got you something, but unfortunately," Damon said apologetically, gulping down hot coffee before placing the cup on the counter. "Your present couldn't fit in a box so I just had him delivered to the front yard instead. I hope that's okay."

"Oh god, please no." She pleaded and pulled both hands through her hair. "No, Damon, just–– no. I'm serious. Don't tell me you bought the mini cooper?"

For a moment he thought her eyes would explode out of their sockets but he just shrugged. Nope. It wasn't the red mini cooper he'd promised not to buy for her birthday - though it would be delivered to the underground garage tomorrow morning, however, she didn't know that yet - this present wasn't as expensive as a car but still very valuable to his girl.

He'd planned the entire day - almost the entire day - with her family in mind. They would spend the day at her parent's house; starting with brunch, eating cake, opening presents, mingling, eating some more, but probably in totally different orders. The Gilbert's were always so carefree and schedules seemed to be banned from their house and at first, it had caused Damon to feel stressed out but over time, he'd accepted the fact that you didn't always have to have a plan for everything. His family had never just gathered everyone to hang out together so it was different and welcoming at the same time.

And after dinner at his place, Grayson and Miranda had lightened up around him. He'd actually started to enjoy their company, feel welcome at their house. The atmosphere was always so warm and yes, welcoming - unlike anything he'd ever experienced as a child. It caused him to feel some sense of security he'd missed out on and his chest ached a little as he thought about it.

"Nope." Damon shook his head at her.

"Then what?" Elena glanced over her shoulder, obviously wondering what he was currently up to. "Wait, you said him..?"

He eyed her with a suspicious grin and could see how she tensed under his gaze. The nervous expression on her face had him shrugging casually. Her parents chuckled in unison as Damon wiggled his eyebrows at her and she snorted.

"What are you up to?"

"It's a surprise." He cooed, steering her towards the door, Grayson, and Miranda following.

"I don't like surprises."

Oh, Damon was highly aware of that fact by now. They stepped out on the front porch and she chuckled as he spun her around so that she could see the tall figure strolling down the sidewalk, a huge duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Damon could see her eyes widening with shock and pure, unsuspected happiness. Elena shrieked in astonishment and took off as Miranda quickly passed him and hurried after her!

Grayson stumbled behind him and moved to rest a heavy hand on his shoulder, gulped and stared at Damon in shocked disbelief.

"How did yo— I mean—" Grayson struggled to find words. "I don't understand h—"

"Let's just say—" Damon said cryptically and the older man blinked at him with glassy eyes. "I pulled some strings. I might've used my father's connections to get him home this week instead of next."

"I— I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. I just want her to be happy." Damon nodded towards Elena. "Go greet your soldier."

"Thank–– thank you." Grayson breathed before taking the front stairs in one big jump, heading towards his son, locking him, his crying wife and his daughter in a tight embrace.

After minutes of happy tears being shed, she walked over to him as he leaned back on the black chair placed at one of the sides of the porch. He could see the tears in her eyes as she practically plopped down in his lap, her legs ready to give up from under her.

"How did you..?" She whispered, trailing off as she bit her lower lip, stopping it from quivering.

Damon used his thumb to brush a streak of tears from her flushed cheeks and smiled at her. The happiness in her tone of voice, the look on her face; it all caused his insides to go all gooey and soft. She leaned her forehead to his, her nose pressing to the side of his as he inhaled her. She smelled so good, he was turning into a creeper. He wanted to smell her the first thing he did when coming home from a long day at the office. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms, rest his hands on her bump and kiss the back of her neck while asking about her day.

"I have my ways."

"Thank you." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him so close that he felt as if his lungs were about to catch fire unless she didn't let him go so that he could inhale properly.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, squirming in his lap as he locked his arms around her. Damon tensed and felt how his body responded to the light kisses she brushed across the side of his neck. He wanted to groan out loud as she bit down at the center where his shoulder and neck met one another. She let her tongue dart out to soothe the pinching bite of her teeth and goosebumps spread across his back, his grip tightening around her waist.

"Jeez, woman. You can't do that to me. Not right now."

"I like it." She mumbled against his neck. "When you call me a woman."

"Oh, really? It doesn't sound sexist?"

Damon grabbed her wrists and disentangled her arms from around his shoulders, peering into her eyes. Things had shifted between them since their night in his office. They were so tangled up in one another, synced, customized and he couldn't help himself from falling for her. He'd tried to stop it from happening but once he'd had her, he couldn't imagine himself ever wanting someone else in his bed. It should probably scare this shit out of him but it didn't. It felt as if he'd found a part he'd never known he'd been missing out on. Or maybe, it was the fucking sympathetic-pregnancy-couvade-shit-syndrome, ah fuck.

She brought him back to reality and away from his spiraling thoughts as she wiggled in his lap. Damon groaned again and sent her a stern look.

"I'm sorry." She pouted.

"No, you're not."

Elena shook her head, a grin plastered on her face as she got up. He eyed her as she stretched her arms above her head while eyeing her parents as they talked vividly to their son before hugging him for the hundredth time. Damon was glad that he'd managed to not just put a smile on Elena's face but on her parents' faces' as well. He'd never been much of a 'do-gooder' before but it felt nice.

ELENA

"I'm surprised you haven't seduced him yet," Jenna whispered as they eyed the men that chatted while sipping on their beers while surveilling the grill and steaks. "He's ridiculously hot."

"Jenna!" Elena chided her aunt and looked over her shoulder, eyeing Damon as he talked to Ric and Jeremy. The three men seemed rather busy sipping on their beers, discussing something she couldn't make out. "Maybe I have."

"Are you serious?"

Elena blushed crimson as her aunt tapped her cheek in appreciation, humming with a satisfactory grin on her cute face before yelling at her pair of twins.

"Elena, please tell me you are serious? Because if you are you've got to give me some dirty details. I haven't had sex in months. Hold that thought, I'll be right back! Kids!"

Jenna took off after the two strawberry blonde whirlwinds and Elena snickered and smiled, resting a hand on her belly.

Elena had been slightly nervous to introduce Damon to the rest of the family – not that he didn't know how to behave – he was a gentleman, no doubt about it, but still – she wanted him to fit in with the rest of them.

Not to mention, she was beyond happy that Jeremy was finally home. She'd also feared that her brother would be the one to grill Damon during the barbecue, making sure his little sister was being well taken care of. Damon could obviously hold his own but, Jeremy knew how to interrogate people. To her surprise, Damon seemed to get along great with both Jeremy and aunt Jenna's husband, Ric.

DAMON

"I swear, having a baby's the greatest."

"Yeah, but you got two for the price of one," Damon said, noticing how the dark haired man tensed up for just a brief second. He wouldn't have noticed the flicker in the man's eyes if he hadn't paid attention. He frowned for a second but dropped it quickly.

"True! Make sure to enjoy yourself while it lasts. Jenna's sex drive peaked during her pregnancy. She constantly wanted me. Man, that was awesome, but the throwing up, peeing, can't sleep, need to eat, ugh— I'm just telling you, enjoy the honeymoon phase." Ric sighed dreamily and gulped from his bottle.

"Honeymoon phase? You're married, you should be having more sex than anyone else on a regular basis."

"Uh, no. My sex life is pretty much nonexistent nowadays. You know, with two monsters running around the house, sex isn't exactly on the schedule, so to speak."

"Sorry, dude." Damon grimaced, not really knowing what to say to comfort the man.

Ric was a nice guy. Damon liked him, could even see himself hanging out with him – maybe have a beer, play some poker. He didn't understand the connection at first but Elena had explained that Dr. Flowers was related to Ric in some way, but honestly, he hadn't been paying much attention at that particular moment – since she'd been doing something very erotic with her hands.

"So, what about Elena?" Ric asked, sipping on his beer once again, glancing at his wife and Elena as the women talked to the twins.

"What about her?"

"Hey! Subject off limits." Jeremy interrupted, almost choking on his beer. "None of that, please! I'm her brother, the last thing I need to discuss is her sex life."

"I'm kidding." Ric laughed and put an arm around Jeremy's shoulders. "They're obviously banging, just look at that grin, Jer."

"Ah, man, fuck off." Jeremy shrugged and punched Ric's arm as he nestled away from him.

Ric was open about most things which was probably one of the reasons Jeremy bolted like lightning when he started talking sex and pregnancies on a much deeper level. Damon could understand that hearing about your aunt and sister's sex life wasn't on the agenda for anyone, so he couldn't blame the guy for running away from them.

Damon made his way through the living room and– What the fuck? Wrapped up in each other's arms, their lips locked in a fierce kiss, Damon gawked at the odd couple and cleared his throat as Jeremy and Caroline pulled away from each other.

He entered the kitchen. He was sure his jaw had just dropped to the floor in shock and confusion before Caroline glared at him, her hands placed firmly on her hips. He raised his eyebrows and tried not to smirk as he headed up the stairs to Elena's room. Ha, of course, her brother would need some female company after being overseas for so long but Caroline? That had been the absolute last chick he'd ever thought of being it for Jeremy Gilbert. But hey, he wasn't one to judge.

He knocked on the bedroom door and peeked inside. She was perched up on the bay window sofa and she smiled softly as he closed the door, giving them a little bit of necessary privacy. Her family was amazing in so many ways but it could definitely become overwhelming and much to take in.

Elena was beautiful in her green dress, the bump visible under the fabric, it protruded beautifully as she rested in silence. She looked up to meet his eyes. Duke wagged his tail when he noticed him, half asleep on the fluffy, oval-shaped carpet by her bed. Damon smiled and said good boy, as he passed the retriever.

He got to Elena within seconds and she moved to position herself once again as he sat down behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, inhaling deeply as she leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder, her back pressed to his firm chest, his legs on either side of hers.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in her ear as she sighed.

"I'm just tired."

He nodded and rocked her back and forth, almost soothingly, humming quietly. She melted into his embrace and he felt something ache in his chest but pushed it aside. Not now. He couldn't. Not yet. He tried to shift his thoughts and remembered what he'd seen just minutes earlier.

"Hey," He placed a kiss on top of her head, continuing to rock her gently. "What's up with Caroline and your brother?"

He smiled as she actually huffed, clearly unsurprised as he told her about what he'd seen – or, perhaps, interrupted – in the kitchen.

"Jer and Caroline used to have a thing before he– I mean, long before she even started working for my parents. They're almost the same age. I guess they never really let go of each other. At least not... completely."

"I didn't really think she was his type. He seems so calm and collected. She's, well– not to be rude but–"

"She's not his type."

"But?" He pressed on.

"But," She sighed. "I don't think we meet people by accident. Sometimes, I think people are meant to cross our paths for a reason. If I hadn't met your brother, you never would've found me."

"Mhm," He hummed and half snorted. "I'll always find you."

"That's not creepy or anything."

"Hey," He nudged her cheek and planted a kiss on it, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. "I mean it. You're mine."

He didn't really mean to sound so fucking possessive but he couldn't help it. She brought it out of him – he wanted to claim her openly for the rest of the world to see – she was his.

"I'd hoped you'd say that." She turned in his arms and captured his lips with hers, molding her mouth to his, eagerly searching his tongue.

Within the next couple of minutes, she was on her back, sprawled out before him, her panties pushed to the side as his fingers delved into her. He was on his knees before the bay window sofa and circled her clit with his tongue. She was wet, slippery, hot and tasted incredible as she writhed before him, craving his touch and the blissful orgasmic state that usually followed when they touched one another intimately.

He was hard as a rock and it was almost painful as she pushed at the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his already messy hair. She panted his name and he contemplated stroking himself as he licked her but forced the thought to the side.

And, as much as he wanted to bend her over and plunge himself into her, bury himself to the hilt and never go back to a life without her – he just couldn't do it – not at her parents' house. It might sound corny but no, that was a line he simply couldn't and wouldn't cross. Besides, he wanted to work her over thoroughly, have her screaming his name in pleasure – and that wouldn't go over so well with twenty-five guests downstairs.

But, once they got home, she gave as good as she got.

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