Lemon warning! This chapter is why I changed the rating from T to M. Cheers! Sorry if you don't like the new rating! I have a feeling this might be the only lemon in the story but it just kinda worked perfectly here so... I added it.

Damon sat in a cold sterile building, both very glad to finally be here and also dreading what he was about to learn. Elena sat beside him holding his hand. He thought back to the first time they'd come here over a week ago. It had been the most awkward moment of his life but this was the most terrifying. What if the results weren't good? What if it was his fault? He'd been a vampire for longer than a human life span while Elena had only been dead for a few years. What if that made a difference?

"Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore."

They stood up. It was a testimony to how nervous Elena was that she didn't bother to correct the woman about her surname name. Elena had remained a Gilbert since it had been important to her to keep her name for her job. They followed the lady in the lab coat down the hall into a small room with two chairs facing a desk. In the desk sat their doctor. Damon and Elena each sat in a chair, still holding hands, as they faced the desk. Damon heard the door click closed and guessed the lady in the lab coat had shut the door behind her.

"Good morning," Dr. Cooper said. "How are you today?"

"You said you had our results?" Elena spoke quickly, ignoring his pleasantries.

"Yes I do," Dr. Cooper said, with a sigh. Damon just knew that sigh meant someone bad.

"It's bad isn't it?" Elena asked.

"I haven't said anything yet," Dr. Smith replied. "Please relax." Damon heard Elena take a deep breath next to him and tried to follow suit before the doctor spoke again. "I won't lie and tell you your results are great because they aren't, but they aren't the worst. It's possible, just not probable."

"You don't think we will ever conceive a child?" Elena summed up his words bluntly, probably hoping for a more direct answer as a result.

"I didn't say that," Dr. Smith stated calmly. "I just wouldn't bet money on it."

"Who's fault is it?" Damon asked. "Which of us is the problem?" He didn't want to know but he had to.

"Neither of you is specifically the problem," Dr. Smith replied. "You both have low fertility but-" Dr. Smith turned to Damon. "Yours results were worse than hers."

"If Elena was trying to conceive with someone else would she have better luck?"

"Damon!" Elena exclaimed turning to him. He had to ask. He had to know. Though this doctor couldn't tell him what he really wanted to know since this doctor knew nothing about vampires or ancient cures for vampirism. Had they always been like this even when they were human? Neither of them had ever had sex with a human as a human until they'd taken the cure together. Sex with vampires never lead to children. Or was their infertility a result of the cure. The cure had after all been designed as a way to kill an immortal not as a way for two vampires to become human and have children together.

"I think she would yes," Dr. Smith said. "But I can't guarantee it would make a real difference. Her results were not as good as I would expect from a woman her age."

Damon nodded. At least now he knew. Damon didn't listen to anything else the doctor had to say. He could tell Elena was still listening but he knew all he needed to know. Elena was better off trying to convince a child with someone else. The very idea created such jealousy within as to be overwhelming but Damon fought it.

They didn't speak the whole way home. Damon's mind was never restful though. He was trying to decide what to do. He knew what he should do but he also knew what he wanted and they weren't the same thing. He was selfish and now he was taking another thing away from the woman he loved.

When they arrived home Elena sat on the couch and started crying. Damon could do nothing but sit beside her, holding her, feeling helpless. When her tears ran dry she looked up at him and suddenly Damon knew he could be selfless. The grief and pain on her face cut at him and he knew he could do what needed to be done.

"You should leave me," Damon said. "You should find someone who can give you a child."

Elena's reaction surprised him. She slapped him across the face as hard as she could. Damon reeled, stunned by the attack.

"How dare you!" Elena yelled through the new tears pouring from her eyes.

"Elena," Damon whispered. "I just want you to have everything. I don't want to hold you back!"

"After everything we've been through," Elena roared standing up now. "After everything our love has survived you want to give up over this!"

"Of course I don't!" Damon yelled back, also on his feet now.

"Then shut up!" Elena screamed, reminding him suddenly of the moment she'd replied to his request for her to stop loving him. 'I can't' she had said. Then Elena's hands were on his chest and Damon heard his shirt tear. He was on the ground, his furious wife on top of him, stripping him. His clothes were gone in seconds and Damon kissed her back with passion, happy to forget the pain if only for the moment.

Elena was in no mood for foreplay and moments later had shed her own clothes. Damon stared up at his beautiful wife, who was for the moment consumed by her passionate need for him. A need that was wasted since he could not give her what she wanted. But when Elena guided his hard arousal inside of her in one fast movement Damon forgot about everything else. He gasped as she started to move her hips quickly, panting. Elena was moaning when her own body tensed with her climax, squeezing Damon's useless release out of him.

Still connected, she collapsed on top of him. Damon realized they were lying naked on their living room floor and made to move but Elena held him there.

"You are mine," she whispered as she tensed her muscles around him again. Damon was spent but he could still feel the possessiveness of her action.

"Since the moment I met you," Damon agreed in a whisper. "I have been yours."

"No more talk of leaving," Elena said firmly. Damon turned to kiss her sweetly on the cheek. Her head was resting on his shoulder. "We have other options."

"Oh?" Damon inquired.

"You didn't listen to the doctor, did you," Elena sighed. Damon chuckled. Somehow things didn't seem so bad anymore. He couldn't give her everything but he had given her enough; he wouldn't lose her.

"We could try sperm donor," Elena suggested.

"Sperm donor?" Damon said skeptically. The same jealous rising up in him again. That sounded wrong.

"It's not what you are thinking," Elena told him, clearing knowing him far too well. "It's medical." Damon mumbled something that made her chuckle.

"I love you," she told him smiling. Damon seized her lips in a fierce kiss before whispering, "And you know I love you too."

"Or we could adopt," Elena suggested next. Damon thought about that. He had been ready to be the father of her children, to be linked to her in this new way. To blend their blood together but this was lost to him now. Did Damon want to raise a child that wasn't his own. Could he even do that? Would he be any good at it? Raising a child that wasn't your own took a different kind of selflessness than raising your own child and Damon didn't know if he was capable of that.

"Or we could put our faith in the small hope we have of conceiving a child of our own," Elena said clearing reading the hesitation on Damon's face. "And if it never happens maybe we don't have kids."

"But you want kids Elena," Damon pleaded cupping her face with his hand. "And I wanted to give them to you."

Thoughts? Reviews? Sorry to the reviewers who don't want angst! I promise a happy ending!