Plot : A little intimate and cute moment in Damon's mind. Bonnie gets to appreciate one of his best dreams ever...
Bonnie stood in front of the big glass window, in the Salvatore Mansion. A glass of Bourbon in her hand, she was watching the sunrise while occasionally taking a sip of her drink.
She loved watching the sunrise when she was awake to do so. It was very peaceful, mind-blowing, and natural. Being a witch, she had a strong connection with nature, which made it even more pleasurable for her. It always soothed her nerves and worries. It relaxed her body. It cleared her spirit.
Lately, things had been a little overwhelming for her. The gang had found out that a bunch of Witch Hunters were after her – obviously, because she was a Bennett witch. And the last one, at that – which literally made her the most powerful witch on earth. She loved the idea, but not when it came with such undesirable disadvantages.
She had fought a few ones, had been hurt several times, and Damon had simply, and predictably, lost it. He had been freaking out ever since they had found out about the Hunters; being his famous possessive and overprotective self, irritating her to the point they had fought about it.
This event had caused several issues and questions to pop up in the couple's minds. They were finally together, so in love with each other that they sometimes pinched themselves to make sure it wasn't a dream - but how long would it last? How long before one of them was killed? How long would Bonnie be able to extend her life? How long before she died of old age? And many other question marks had appeared in their every-day life.
As the green-eyed beauty observed the kaleidoscopic waking of the sun; its colorful rays reflecting on the window and lightening up her face and the room, she felt two strong arms wrapping around her middle.
"Good morning, gorgeous," her vampire whispered in her ear, making her shiver, before planting a soft and tender kiss on her cheek.
His voice was still hoarse from sleep, but this husky tone of his did amazing things to her insides. And to the south of her body – which she tried not to focus on.
"Morning, baby," Bonnie returned with a happy sigh, leaning against his muscular chest.
Damon tightened his hold around her waist, and rested his chin on her naked shoulder, after pecking it.
After making love for hours last night, they had both fallen asleep. Around 6 a.m., Bonnie had woken up and she had silently made her way to the living-room, wrapping herself in the white, warm sheet of the bed. She hadn't moved since then – it was now 6.30 a.m.
Bonnie enjoyed the silent, yet intense moment between them. She could feel Damon's calm breath tickling her skin, his talented hands gently stroking her stomach. He was staring at the sunrise too, his blue eyes admiring this wonderful phenomenon of nature.
"You okay?" Bonnie asked him suddenly, glancing at his thinking face for a second.
"Hmmm," Damon answered, burying his face in the crook of Bonnie's neck.
The witch smiled at the gesture, and interlaced their fingers on her waist. Damon was smelling her – he loved doing that, said she had a very addictive and attractive witchy scent, and he was peppering small kisses on her neck, up to her jaw line. The young woman sighed and hummed in approval, her eyes closed in appreciation.
"Hey, do you ever think about – having a baby with me?" Damon blurted out of nowhere, hesitantly.
His chin was back on her shoulder, and he started to slowly rock them side to side, as he waited for an answer.
Bonnie frowned. Of course, she did. Even more so that Elena and Stefan had just had a baby boy, Aaron. She admitted that she had been a bit jealous of her best friend. Stefan had taken the cure and was human again, which had permitted them to conceive a little human being. Caroline and Matt were going strong and the twins were already part of this family of theirs. A lot of things had changed these past few years.
But her and Damon – well, the situation was complicated. As far as she knew, vampires couldn't procreate. And she hadn't found a loophole for now. Truth is, she hadn't really addressed the issue. She had thought about it, of course. But their life had been so busy and complicated, that bringing a baby into this mess hadn't really seemed to be the best idea to her. But she would love that. With Damon.
The Bennett witch squirmed free of Damon's strong hold, causing him to let go and step back a little, his hands still on her waist. She turned around in his arms, and faced him with a loving look.
"Of course, I do, Damon," Bonnie told him genuinely, bringing her arms around his neck. "Because I love you," the caramel-skinned woman added, offering him a small smile.
"I love you too," Damon returned passionately. He bent down to take her lips into a short, soft kiss.
Bonnie pulled back with a dreamy expression, and he stared at her with this lovesick puppy face he hated so much, but that he couldn't help doing around Bonnie. He was in love, after all.
"Why did you ask that, anyway?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in that cute, curious way of hers that he loved so much. And found irresistible.
"I want to show you something," the vampire replied, ignoring her question.
Bonnie frowned, interested. "What is it?" she questioned, while gently stroking the hair at the base of his neck.
"I had a dream, last night," Damon started, fingers brushing over her hips. He didn't miss her shivers and smirked knowingly. "About us. As parents," he said, grinning like an idiot now.
But he really didn't give a damn – that dream had been so great. Bonnie's lips twitched.
"Really?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmmhmm," Damon nodded. "We had a daughter. A very cute, and beautiful daughter," he revealed happily. His face illuminated at the memory.
"And what was her name?" Bonnie asked, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight as Damon pulled a strand of rebel hair behind her ear.
"Sheila," he whispered, watching as Bonnie smiled gratefully. She missed her Grams terribly, even years after her death.
"That's a very beautiful name," the Bennett witch replied, her voice cracking a little.
"Want me to share it with you?" Damon tempted. He lifted a hand to glide his fingers along her brown cheek.
He was dying to. And he knew Bonnie wanted to. It would be such a beautiful moment between them. He had been thinking about it ever since he had woken up – sharing his dream with the love of his life. Granting them some degree of normalcy and hope.
"You can do that?" Bonnie exclaimed quietly, surprised.
"Of course, I can, Bon," Damon chuckled. "After all these years rubbing shoulders with vampires, you still don't know that?" he winked playfully, and the witch rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Don't ruin the moment," she smacked him on the shoulder, and he smirked. "Show me," she breathed out, her emotion evident in the tone of her voice.
It might be the only time she would get to see what being parents with Damon would be like. What their daughter would look like.
"Close your eyes, baby," Damon whispered, and she did so.
He kissed both of her eyelids, causing her to snort and him to smirk. The dark-haired vampire stroked her cheeks, kissed her forehead once, before placing his hands on her temples. Damon closed his eyes too, and focusing as hard as he could, opened his mind to the person he trusted the most. He brought her in his own kingdom of dreams, and shared with her what he hoped to experience in real life, one day.
Damon was sitting on the floor, in a child's bedroom. Judging by the pink color of the walls, and the various Princess stickers on them, it was a little girl's bedroom.
Babbling happily on the carpet she had been laid on, the baby girl was playing with two small dolls. Her little, brown hands were moving messily in the air, trying to grab at her father's hair while struggling to keep the two dolls in her other hand.
Here and there, her cute, cupid-bowed mouth opened to make random baby noises, sometimes managing to form coherent words.
"Dada," the little girl squealed happily, as she succeeded in imprisoning a strand of her father's hair into her small fist.
"Good job, baby," Damon chuckled, watching with amusement as his daughter's blue eyes widened and blinked at the sound of his voice.
Sheila giggled, her small body slightly trembling at the movement. One of her dolls fell from her hand, and her expression changed immediately. She frowned, confused, before turning her head to look at the fallen doll a few inches from her, then at her father.
"Dada doll," the baby girl whined, her amused face changing into a pouting one.
Damon shook his head, laughing. "You look so much like your beautiful mom like that, Shelly," he said, pushing a strand of her curly, brown hair behind her ear.
Sheila stared at him for a moment, silent, then agitated her hand toward the doll again. "Dada doll, Dada doll floor", she repeated impatiently, a look of annoyance already appearing on her one-year-old-an-a-half face.
"You're just like your mommy, you know that, baby girl? Already pulling the annoyed face at me the way your mother does at only one year old!" the vampire exclaimed, grinning unbelievingly.
The little girl offered her father a bright smile, reaching toward him until she could touch his cheek. It was like she was proud of herself, and that she was trying to make up to her father. There was no doubt – she was his and Bonnie's daughter, indeed.
Damon bent down to press a kiss on her forehead, earning a giggle from little Sheila, before picking up the doll.
Right at this moment, Bonnie entered the room, dressed in a black, silky bathrobe. Her bare feet took several steps on the parquet floor, stopping behind Damon.
"Well, well, what do we have here, huh?" she smiled, watching as the little girl squirmed noisily, trying to catch the doll Damon was waving at her in the air.
"Good morning, babe," Bonnie whispered, bending down to kiss Damon's cheek.
The vampire smirked and turned his head before she could pull away, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The caramel-skinned witch moaned softly, allowing this PDA for a few seconds in front of their daughter, before pulling away. Their lips parted in a loud "smack", making Sheila burst out in a fit of laughter.
"You seem very giggly this morning, sweetie," Bonnie smiled tenderly, leaning over Damon to place a light kiss on her baby girl's forehead.
"Mama," Sheila exclaimed, clapping her hands joyfully and unconsciously warming Bonnie's heart.
"She's such a cutie," the young woman sighed, squatting to sit cross-legged next to her husband. She leaned her head on Damon's shoulder, watching her baby girl playing happily.
"She definitely took that part from me," the vampire smirked playfully, glancing at his stunning wife from the corner of his eyes.
"Right, dream on," Bonnie snorted, narrowing her eyes in a joking manner.
"Okay, maybe the cuteness is all you. But the good looks? Yeeeah, you'll have to agree with me on that – that's in my genes," Damon replied proudly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, but her lips spread into an amused smile. Damon saw it and smirked, planting a small kiss on her temple.
"She's got your eyes, and my curly brown hair," the witch observed attentively, smiling. "Oh – and she's got your little freckles just above the nose, but nobody knows you got some except me so…," she added with a smirk, raising her eyes to look at Damon.
"I don't have freckles," he mumbled, annoyed. Bonnie sent him a look. "Okay, but don't tell anyone please," he admitted, and she laughed.
"She has your gorgeous, caramel skin," Damon resumed her observation, obviously wanting to avoid the subject of the only thing he hated about his perfect body - freckles. He slipped a hand inside her bathrobe, and unconsciously glided his finger across Bonnie's sensitive thigh as he said so. He frowned. "That's another reason why I'll have to scare away any boy approaching her – if they find it as attractive as I do, it's going to be a problem," he thought, bothered.
Bonne suppressed a moan from Damon's tentative strokes, and clenched her thighs tighter. Now was not the moment to get horny, though her husband's goal was to obviously get a reaction from her.
His overprotectiveness toward his daughter was roaring like a lion – it was even worse than the one he felt for Bonnie. The witch bit her lip, she already felt sorry for what Sheila would have to go through in her teenage years, and even after.
"You're aware our daughter will date boys, one day or another, whether you forbid her or not?" Bonnie asked, amused.
Sheila made a spluttering sound, as if agreeing with her mother.
"Of course, I do. She seems to have taken after your annoying habit to do against what I say anyways," Damon complained, defeated.
Bonnie shook her head, smirking, before pecking his lips to comfort him. That's when she noticed the doll Damon was still holding in his hand – Sheila had found a new toy to play with and seemed to have forgotten about that one.
She looked at it closely, blinking, before lifting her head toward her vampire hubby.
"Damon," she called in a warning tone, "did you really draw fangs on that doll?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms for good measure. He glanced at the doll in his hand.
"Yep," Damon smirked sheepishly. Bonnie gaped and stared at him unbelievingly. "What? Her father is a vampire, and her mother a witch – which she is too. She has to know that stuff," he defended himself, widening his eyes as Bonnie shook her head desperately.
"She's only one year old, Damon!" the witch exclaimed.
The Vampire shrugged. "The sooner, the better. She needs to get into the swing of things, anyways. She's born a supernatural, I can't see no problem," he added funnily.
"You're insane," Bonnie smiled.
"And you're stubborn," Damon retorted, encircling her waist to bring her closer to him.
"I love you," she whispered, her eyes fluttering as their mouth came closer and closer into contact.
"I love you," he returned, holding her chin up before kissing her lovingly.
The only thing that made them broke apart, lost in the intensity of their moment, was the sound of their daughter's happy voice:
"I low ya," she repeated messily, causing her parents to part and laugh.