AN: And here's one last fluff before our last chapter. I hope you guys have enjoyed our Bamon week! I would miss writing the series. Thank you all for the words of encouragement! Enjoy. ;)

Bonnie's tears of joy had been rewarding enough when Damon gifted her the two-seater swing he put up in the garden. On their first ride they had acted like teenagers on their first date (or newlyweds), holding hands, teasing each other, Damon stealing kisses here and there –even Baby was forgotten most of the time, because the parents were very engrossed with each other. Baby was Cupid in action and it seems like no one was complaining.

Wanting to whisk her away for some afternoon ice cream, Damon walks to Bonnie's favorite place, but stops when he hears her soft murmurs tickle his ears. She looked like she belonged there, in his garden, stylish and very pregnant with his baby. She was wearing one of the many scarf dresses he bought her –she had broken (again) into tears when he said that he did not even buy it from a maternity store.

"You STOLE them!" Bonnie exclaimed angrily, her fists on her waist.

"That's not what I meant!" Damon argued, wanting to pull his hair out from his scalp. "I used my money. I can even give you the receipts!" He did not even include the price tags purpose so she wouldn't know how costly her clothes were (only his baby momma would get the best treatment ever) and now she thinks he compelled his way to get her some brand new clothes! That's just fuckin' unfair. The next thing he knew, he was toppled over on the bed and all he felt was her lips grateful and unrelenting on his. He groans in response, sucking her lower lip. "Tease…"

Bonnie laughs softly and gives him a kiss on the chin. "You're the best you know that?" She then started unbuttoning her top.

"Tell me more, babe," Damon replies, helping her out of her clothes, and he was all about hands and kisses when Bonnie puts some distance between them. He pants, a look of lust and impatience in his eyes, he blurts out, "What!"

"But, Dumb-dumb," she pleads, her eyes wide and anticipating. "I have to try out everything!"

It was his fault anyway, so he sits back, painfully hard and hot, and enjoys his own private fashion show.

"I can't wait to see you, Baby," Bonnie's voice whispers, interrupting his thoughts. "I've been waiting to meet you my whole life. You know, we're going to be together for a long time. I can't wait to start my life with you."

Damon was glad he was the one who was able to give her this. He could feel the optimism in her voice, the truth in her words. Though he hasn't met a witch-vampire hybrid yet, he was certain that their child would also get to live forever, the ageing process would stop once completing puberty. He took a step closer to her, wanting to join in the family talk, when her giggle filled his ears.

"Your daddy is a good man, you know," Bonnie admitted, her cheeks reddening. "And he cares so much for both of us." She pauses, as if deciding whether or not she should really say the words out loud, but she does anyway. "Actually, I think he really loves you. I'm sure both of you would get along so well. Whatever happens, Baby, remember that both of us will always be here for you no matter what. We love you so very much."

Damon was somewhat pacified that she knew how much he really cared. And he did love his child; he knew how beautiful his baby with Bonnie would be. And she, his darling witch, was, always, so mesmerizing.

This was meant to be, Damon thinks, closing his eyes, unable to grasp the euphoria he was feeling. He looks at the blue sky and wonders how the world had suddenly become a better place?

When Bonnie starts singing, Damon feels peace.

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