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"I'm going to be the fat bride's maid!" Bonnie cried staring at her reflection in despair.

"Correction, you mean the sexy pregnant bride's maid," Caroline called from behind the fitting room.

Bonnie groaned turning to Elena who was perched on a seta, probably texting Stefan. Their love was the kind of love that just made Bonnie's teeth ache.

"'Lena what do you think?" she asked

They were still on shaky ground but nothing a girls' night out couldn't fix. Throw in a couple of martinis and some chipmunk dancers the bridge was crossed. Of course Bonnie didn't drink, well unless you exclude the one Bloody Mary she indulged in.

She wasn't about to make it a habit in her condition even with Dr. Creggs consent on one glass of wine a day, it was pretty much obvious that Dr. Creggs wasn't adverse to much.

"Stunning, brings out your eyes," Elena said eyes glued to her phone.

Bonnie sighed, turning back to her reflection.

She wasn't vain the slightest but come on, she had what looked like a balloon growing from her abdomen.

"Maybe I should opt out from the heels, you can just roll me down the aisle," She called out to Caroline.

"I'll get the really plush carpet so you don't get carpet burn," Caroline called out.

Bonnie smiled and turned her head to an angle. She wasn't glowing at all. If anything, she looked like her ugly twin sister, that's if she had one.

Even Fred seemed to be keeping his distance and he was her supposed stalker!

He so was not dedicated to the cause if a slight weight gain and lost of lustre could send him packing. Worse, she missed his presence, now who was going to buy her free lunch?

"Bonnie?"

"Hmmm?" she asked turning to Elena.

Elena fidgeted with the hem of her bride's maid dress, which of course fit her perfectly! If Caroline didn't pick up her game, Elena will be stealing her shine on her special day. If it was Bonnie's wedding everyone would wear sacks, but knowing Elena, she'd probably make even that look stylish.

She could just about imagine Mystic Falls filled with woman of varying ages in potato sacks.

"What's it like?" Elena asked her softly.

Bonnie frowned,

"What's what like?" she asked

"Being pregnant?"

Bonnie pursed her lips, she hadn't really thought about that question. Perhaps if Elena had asked Damon she'd get a spot on answer. You'd swear he was the one pregnant, telling her what to eat and what not.

Like she was really going to stop eating Twinkies?

The world could end just as long as she had a stash secured in her pocket. She'd never been a fan, but little D was mad about the stuff. If he didn't get Twinkies, Damon wouldn't get any sleep having to go raid stores for Twinkies at midnight.

"Well it's different," Bonnie began not sure she knew how she could explain this feeling she herself was just beginning to experience.

"Different how?"

Jeez Elena what's with the 3rd degree? But Bonnie could also understand Elena's curiosity, out of the three of them she was the one mad about children. Heck, she was a paediatrician!

"I guess at first I was sort of in denial, I mean you know where babies come from and all, but you just can't imagine someone growing inside of you. It's strange and odd but fills you with this feeling of euphoria," Bonnie said placing a hand on her belly.

Elena smiled, though Bonnie noted the yearning in her eyes. Elena would have loved to be mother; she'd probably make a great one too.

"So you and Damon," Elena began.

And she just had to ruin that moment of embracing motherhood that Bonnie had been enjoying.

She'd never liked talking about Damon with Elena even before the whole affair and less so now afterwards. How exactly do you go about talking about a guy, with the girl he is madly in love with?

Bonnie was certain that the candle Damon held for Elena could light up a whole town.

"What about us?" Bonnie asked and because questions like that always put a person on the spot, it came out harsher then she meant.

"Sorry I didn't mean to intrude, if you don't want to talk about it I'll back off," Elena said holding up her hands.

Only Elena could make a person feel guilty for snapping at her. She just had this 'victim face' that just made you want to aid her. And made certain vampire brothers go to hell and back to save.

The last part was not said with bitterness of course. Bonnie could hold her own against any foe; she didn't need any back up.

"No Elena you aren't intruding it's just a very sensitive matter," Bonnie said because really what did Elena expect her to say?

He's my baby daddy whom I suspect to still be in love with you?

"Okay I'm done," Caroline said stepping out the fitting room sans the seamstress.

"Caroline, I thought you were fitting a wedding dress?" Elena asked rising from her chair.

That's because Caroline was supposed to be fitting dresses.

"I was…but well it's not finished," Caroline replied with a shrug.

"I thought the seamstress said it only needed a few tugs? Speaking of the seamstress where is she?" Bonnie asked.

Caroline had the decency to look guilty.

"Well, all this baby talk just got me so excited and when I get excited I feed," she admitted.

"You killed the seamstress!" Elena exclaimed.

"Of course not! I just had a sip, she'll be fine," Caroline brushed of easily.

Elena gave her a look. It was the 'I'm so going to tell Stefan you cheated on your diet' look. Caroline was in for it now, Stefan lectures were the worst lectures. Stefan had all the time in the world, literally!

"Okay all this talk has made me hungry," Bonnie complained rubbing at her belly.

"You just demolished an entire pizza by yourself!" Elena and Caroline exclaimed in unison.

"That was twenty minutes ago!" Bonnie protested.

Elena and Caroline exchanged a look, shook their heads and turned back to her.

"Fine starve me then, but if I give birth to a hungry anorexic baby just know it will start feeding from the close family friends," Bonnie huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

Elena laughed while Caroline rolled her eyes.

"You are so going to regret this when you need to get the baby weight off," Caroline said

"I'll deal with that milestone when I get to it," Bonnie replied.

"I think the reason you're eating so much is due to stress," Elena pointed out.

Yes, because it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she was now eating for two!

"Stress?" it was Caroline who asked the question

"Yes, I read somewhere about it," Elena said defensively.

Isn't it strange that it's never a specific article from a specific source?

"Well there's not much I can do about it," Bonnie said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well maybe it's the whole Damon thing," Caroline suggested, Bonnie gave her an icy glare. "Or not," the blonde hastily amended.

"I love you girls like sisters but I'm not ready to discuss Damon period," Bonnie said firmly.

"You don't have to, we're only saying this out of concern," Elena soothed.

Bonnie shot her a look, victim face could only go so far.

"Okay calm down. I think what Elena is trying to say is maybe you're letting Damon get to you," Caroline speculated and Elena nodded.

"Get to me?" Bonnie asked with confusion.

"Yeah, you said so yourself he was driving your nerves up the wall," Elena pointed out.

"That's not fair I was under the influence!" Bonnie objected.

"Of what, too much tomato juice? Listen Bon all we're trying to say is that maybe a healthy relationship with Damon will lessen your stress levels," Caroline said.

Bonnie didn't miss how both Caroline and Elena backtracked towards the door, probably afraid she'd burn down the bridal shop.

Bonnie sighed,

"Fine, I'll talk to Damon and not because you two told me too, but because I'm starving and need to o eat now," She huffed.

And just maybe because there was a small part of her that needed some assurance. But just a small part. Like so tiny it was practically irrelevant.

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Bonnie took a deep breath, exhaling it loudly.

"If you sigh out one more time, I'm hiding your Twinkie stash," Damon threatened, "Just spill it out already!"

Bonnie frowned at him, tugging at her gown's sash. "What makes you think I have anything to say?" she demanded.

Damon opened one eye, giving her a look before settling back into his bubble bath, arms hanging loosely over the tub.

"You walk in here disturbing my bath with your insistent sighing, must I really answer that question?"

Bonnie inhaled about to sigh, Damon shot her a warning look. She breathed out through her nose.

"Damon, what are we?"

"People - a vampire and a witch. You're-"

"I don't mean it like that Damon, I mean you know like Elena and Stefan are well Elena and Stefan. Caroline and Tyler are engaged, Matt's dating that waitress…" Bonnie let her voice trail off.

She was so going to blame this on hormones tomorrow!

"You were with Elena and Caroline," Damon stated dryly.

"Why you say that?"

"Because whenever you get together with those two you come back with all sorts of crazy ideas," he stated

"Are you calling me crazy?"

"See, crazy ideas," Damon replied

Bonnie huffed.

"And you're crazy if you don't know what we are," Damon said

"What are we then?"

"We my witchy witch are expectant parents," Damon stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Damon."

"I know what you're edging towards but I refuse to answer you so you can get the two stooges off your back,"

"You are insufferable!"

"I've been called worse, besides I've been thinking," Damon started sitting up eyes gleaming.

"About?"

"Perhaps getting a job,"

Bonnie gave him a long look before laughing aloud.

"What's so funny?"

"You, come on you said it yourself you aren't meant to work," Bonnie reminded him.

"That was before I became a father."

"And that changes things how?"

"I'm about to be a father, everything changes. Besides how difficult could working be? If Stefan can do it so can I, I bet I'll even be better than him," Damon stated confidently.

"If you think so…"

"What, you don't believe in my talents?"

"To be honest?" Bonnie asked, with arched eyebrows. "No, you wouldn't last a day in an actual office environment,"

"Wanna bet?"

"Why not? It's not like you'll actually see it through," Bonnie said with a smirk.

She was so going to enjoy tormenting Damon after he failed because he would fail. There was no way Damon could work with people and not lose his control.

"One condition, you can't drink from them or compel them to do your work," Bonnie said.

"Fine just so you know I've never lost a bet and I've lived a very long time," Damon said grinning.

"There's a first for everything,"