Bella's POV

Damon was constantly making sure I got my sleep. That's what the past 24 hours were about, was rest. He seemed rough and on edge. Stefan and I both had no clue what was going on, or at least I didn't.

All Damon did was hold me in his arms. He wouldn't let go no matter how much I tried to squirm. His grasp was tight. "If you're going to keep me captive here, can we at least do something fun?" I asked curiously, laying my head sideways on his lap, while he stroked my hair softly. He looked down and turned my head, so I was facing him directly, and kissed me softly.

His lips crushed mine with such a gentleness, it was so sweet and I didn't want the moment to end. I kissed him back softly, wrapping my arms around him softly. I could feel him smiling against my skin. "So beautiful." He whispered, planting small kisses on my cheek, my neck, my shoulders.

I giggled softly, and cuddled myself close to him. "Damon," I whispered as he continued lathering me in kisses. "do you think we could ever have a future together?" The kisses stopped, and he was looking directly into my eyes with passion.

"I wouldn't have sacrificed myself to save you if I didn't think we had a future together." He whispered, lacing our fingers together.

"Thank you." I whispered softly. "For saving me." I laid my head against his chest, closing my eyes slowly. "I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have you." I could feel him smile against my head.

" I don't know where I would be if I didn't have you either." He kissed my lips softly, and slowly moved his hands on my hips, kissing more passionately. I looked at him slowly raising my eyebrows.

"You said you wanted to have a little fun, then lets go for it." He kissed me rougher and rougher. I giggled softly as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, leaving hickeys everywhere.

In a matter of minutes clothes were tossed to the side of the room, and our bodies were intertwined. Damon kept kissing me passionately over and over, and all I could do was smile at him.

I loved Damon, and I wanted to spend my life with him. We laid cuddled up close to each other. Both our hearts racing, and our breathe uneven. He was asleep, while I was wide awake. The moment was quiet, and so beautiful. I didn't want it to end.

But surely enough, the moment was gone when Stefan came bursting in the room, while Damon and I were under covers. "You let Katherine get out of the tomb! Are you crazy?" Damon jumped up quickly, slightly confused, and then sighed.

"I'm not crazy... I was just desperate. She had information that could save Bella." He shrugged.

"Damon, Katherine's on the loose. She's going to come after the moonstone. Where is it right now?"

"Relax it's perfectly safe and hidden where no bitch can get their filthy little hands on it." He smirked.

"For Elena's sake I hope you're right." Stefan glared and walked out in a hurry.

"What was that about? Who's Katherine?" I asked, sitting up slowly.

"She's not important, Bella." I nodded weakly, trusting him. I winced slightly as my wrist began to ache again.

"Ow." I gasped.

"What's wrong?" Damon looked down at me concerned.

"My wrist." I whimpered softly.

"Let's have a look." He whispered, pulling my arm out carefully from the covers. My wrist was black and blue, and it looked like it was getting worse. The cut in itself was black and red circled it. "Did it look like that a few hours ago?" He asked worried, and I shook my head.

"It's weird because I feel fine, it's just a little sore. Damon, the wound's fresh. It's gonna take time for it to heal. Stop worrying about me, I'll be fine, baby." I kissed his cheek, ignoring the pain I felt in my arm.

"I want to keep it that way, Bella. You have no idea how much you mean to me." He held me close to him.

3 weeks later

I was laying in bed alone. Damon decided that it'd be better if I stayed with him for a while, so he could keep an eye on the bite that still had not disappeared and had made me feel weaker every day.

I felt nauseous, which was occurring more often now. My body felt like it was on edge and it felt strange to me. I don't know if it was because of the bite, or if it was because I picked up some kind of sickness somewhere, but whatever it was it wouldn't go away. I darted towards the bathroom as I could feel any food that was left in my system coming back up. I threw up in the sick, barely able to stand without the room spinning.

I cried to myself and tried to play back my symptoms in my head. Strangely despite throwing up all the time, I was always hungry. It's like no matter how much I ate my body wasn't getting enough food. My emotions have been absolutely all over the place, I'm always sore, I knew why that was, and I had a constant fever every day all day.

Something was wrong with me. The werewolf bite was one thing, but I didn't feel right. I felt so out of tune with my body. I was barely in control of it anymore.

I threw up again, and coughed up some blood. I quickly wiped it off my mouth and lain my head against the cold bathroom counter. "Damon!" I yelled for help and he was immediately at my side.

"What's going on baby?" He looked concerned, and tried to help me stand.

"I threw up." I muttered, breathing through my mouth slowly as the room kept spinning. He picked me up in his arms gently, and laid me on the bed. He kissed my sweaty forehead and got a cold wash cloth and laid it on my head.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" He asked.

I shook my head weakly and sighed. "It just came on all of a sudden. Damon, I haven't been feeling like myself for the past couple of weeks, and I don't think it's because of the bite. I mean yeah I'm sore, but that's it."

"Well, you couldn't have caught anything. You haven't been out in weeks."

"What did you tell Jenna by the way, to explain my absents in her home?"

"You went out of town for a little while." I started thinking and shook my head slightly.

"What day is it today?" I asked curiously.

"Wednesday the 17th, why?" I started counting in my head and shook my head again. "Bella, what's going on?"

"Shh." I put my hand in front of his face to hush him. I couldn't think clearly at all. I tried rethinking my symptoms again. Morning sickness, food cravings, mood swings, and I skipped this month.

I shudder slightly as Damon scooted into bed with me. "What are you thinking." He asked slowly.

"I think I'm pregnant." I whispered in shock. Damon looked down at me with the same exact horrified expression. He held my hand tightly and his eyes slowly moved down towards my stomach, as I wrapped my arms gradually around it.