Bonnie was the type of person where if she was around new people or in a new environment she became quiet and just observed.

It took her a minute to warm up and be friendly. She like knowing what she was dealing with before allowing people in.

Ironically with Damon, it didn't happen that way and it was all due to how they met.

She was at work and he was a paying costumer. But then through a chain of events that were beyond her control, he somehow just got tangled up into her life and he created a space for himself becoming a permanent fixture that everyone in her circle easily accepted without question.

It was a smooth transition for everyone involved.

Absolutely no drama at all...then Felicia came home.

Before becoming a junkie, Felicia was so pretty that if she wanted to she could have been a model.

Growing up her nickname was Pretty-Baby. That's what everyone in their apartment complex called her.

At 5'6, Felicia had a slender frame and whereas Bonnie was caramel skinned, she was a few shades lighter taking after Abby and her eyes were a paler shade of green.

And what was sad about Felicia was that her looks would have taken her places had she not chosen the wrong guy and it changed the course of what could have been a great life.

Looking back, she realized that now.

Especially watching as Bonnie made the most of the opportunity with that Damon Salvatore guy.

If only she knew then what she knew now things would have turned out so differently for her.

Felicia could hear them fucking as she laid wide awake in the twin bed in Tristan's room.

Even though she could tell that they were trying to be quiet, she could still hear soft moaning because Bonnie's bedroom was right next door and the walls were thin.

Damon came over about a couple of hours after everyone went to bed, but Felicia heard when Bonnie let him inside of the apartment. The two of them creeping to her bedroom and closing the door.

When she and Dino were together, Felicia never would have dared to fuck him in her mother's house.

But Bonnie's little ass didn't give a damn. Who the fuck did she think she was anyway?

It wasn't right.

Something needed to be done because Bonnie was out of control.

Damon left around seven in the morning and Bonnie fell back asleep, not waking up until almost three in the afternoon.

She was still tired as she stood underneath the shower. And as she washed herself, she was so aware of her body.

It was as if Damon had opened her eyes and she was seeing herself for the first time.

She felt beautiful and sexy. And that was never the case before.

Even when she danced at the strip club, Bonnie never felt that way about herself.

A large part of that was because growing up Felicia was the pretty one and everyone gushed over her looks, even their mama and though Bonnie never thought of herself as ugly, she accepted the fact that she would always pale in comparison to her older sister.

But with Damon that wasn't the case.

And if it wasn't for him, Bonnie would have never stepped out from underneath Felicia's shadow.

She saw herself now.

After throwing her bed linen into the washer, Bonnie made herself a quick ham and cheese sandwich because she was starving.

She immediately noticed the dirty dishes from breakfast still sitting in the sink and it was damn near four o'clock in the afternoon.

Bonnie knew that this was Felicia's doing. She would cook, but then wouldn't clean up afterwards.

And Bonnie was sick of it because you couldn't do stuff like that when you lived in an apartment complex because it caused roaches.

It was one thing to cleanup after her mother and Tristan, but Bonnie would be damned if she'd do it for Felicia too.

There was nothing physically hindering her from doing her part around the apartment.

She'd been home from rehab almost two weeks now and she wasn't even trying to look for a job.

Bonnie was trying to be patient and not pressure her, but damn something had to give.

Abby walked into the kitchen.

Bonnie swallowed the sandwich in her mouth before speaking. "Does your daughter plan on washing those dishes anytime soon?"

Felicia walked in a second later having heard her. "Her daughter is also your big sister. You seem to have forgotten that fact now that you think you're better than everyone else."

Bonnie's head jerked back because that was a bold face lie. "Excuse you?"

"You heard me." She answered.

"Alright girls that's enough. Please don't start." Abby interjected, already getting a headache.

"Nah mama, that's Bonnie starting shit with me for no reason. It was quiet around here before her ass got up. I wish she would just go back to bed and wait for Damon to come fuck her like he did last night, so that she can leave me the hell alone!"

Silence.

Bonnie swallowed hard, lowering her eyes to the counter.

Abby's stunned gaze swung to her youngest daughter. "Bonnie, are you and Damon having sex in my home?"

Bonnie forced herself to look her mother in the eyes. "It's my home too, mama."

"So is that a yes, young lady?" She asked.

Bonnie nodded her head slowly.

"See mama, I told you! She's been fucking that nigga right underneath your roof!"

"Hush Felicia!" Abby snapped angrily.

Felicia gasped, confused by the misplace anger directed at her. "Why you getting mad at me when Bonnie's the one disrespecting you?"

The two women were too busy glaring at each other that neither noticed the look that crossed Bonnie's face.

It was one of utter disbelief.

She actually felt slightly insane at that moment because what just came out of her sister's mouth was both enraging and funny as hell to Bonnie.

"Seriously Felicia?" Bonnie asked calmly, but her tone was deceiving because she was anything but on the inside. She was fuming.

Both Felicia and Abby turned to look at her.

"Exactly how am I disrespecting her? Did I leave home for days at a time worrying her sick over me? And when I did finally show my face was I high out of my mind and tried to fight her on more than one occasion? What about when I was feenin so hard for some crack, that I took money out of her purse? Or that time I just didn't give a fuck anymore and I stole the rent money and almost got us all put out of this apartment? Oh wait, no...that wasn't me disrespecting her. It was you, sis. Remember?"

"That's enough Bonnie." Abby said quietly, not being able to take the devastated look on Felicia's face.

But Bonnie wasn't done. "I stepped up and did what I had to do to take care of this family. I did what you couldn't do Felicia, including raising your child. And not once since you've been home from rehab have you thanked me. I put my life on hold. And I did it because it had to be done and I did it without complaining because we're family."

Abby's eyes slowly filled with tears because it was true. Never once did Bonnie complain no matter how hard it got.

The younger woman continued, but this time turning her eyes on her mother.

"And now that I've managed to find a little bit of happiness you want to shame me and make me feel bad for loving a man who is good to me and treats me right and not only me mama, but Damon has been good to you and Tristan. And it's not right that you'll accept me being a woman when it comes to taking care of this family, but I can't live as one while being underneath your roof."

"Hey Damon!" They all heard Tristan say from the porch.

Five seconds later he was walking into the kitchen. "I hope you ladies are hungry because I brought food courtesy of the Cheesecake Factory."

He briefly pecked Bonnie on the lips before placing the huge bag down on the counter and began taking out the containers.

"Did you get those delicious little avocado eggrolls with the dipping sauce that I liked so much last time?" Abby asked.

Damon smiled. "I sure did, as well as the fettuccine alfredo, and for Bonnie I got the barbecue ranch chicken salad that she loves and for me, Tristan and Felicia I got burgers and fries." He then paused looking at Felicia. "I hope that's okay because I wasn't really sure what you liked."

Looking stupid as hell now because Damon was nice enough to get her something too. "It's fine. Thanks." She muttered.

"No problem." He said, and when there was an awkward silence he finally picked up on the weird vibe in the room.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes immediately going to Bonnie.

But it was Abby who spoke up. "Everything's fine Damon. Felicia is just gonna wash up these dishes really quickly before we eat." She said, turning to her oldest daughter with a tight smile on her lips.

Felicia's jaw tensed. She looked like she wanted to say something but then she thought better of it and just walked over to the sink.

Abby then turned to Bonnie. "Why don't you and Damon go sit on the porch, she won't be long."

"You heard her. The woman of the house has spoken, so let's go." Bonnie said somewhat bitterly, causing Damon to look at her strangely.

But he followed her outside none the less.

"Why do I get the feeling that I came at a bad time?" Damon asked when they were alone on the porch.

Bonnie sighed, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Felicia was just trying to start some shit, but I handled her."

Damon chuckled. "Oh you did...so you all big and bad now? All 5'2 and a hundred and ten pounds of you."

She laughed.

They were silent for a few moments, but it was comfortable.

"Thank you for bringing dinner, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. I just figured you'd be tired. I know you like to deep clean the apartment on Saturdays."

Bonnie blushed prettily, covering her face with her hands.

"What?" He asked smiling at her.

"I just woke up an hour ago. I haven't did a thing all day."

Damon's eyes widened. "What?"

She playfully shoved his arm. "Why are you looking so shocked? You're the one who kept me up most of the night. I was exhausted!"

Now Damon was the one to blush.

"You ain't got nothing to say now, huh? Quiet as a church mouse."

Nope. Damon couldn't say nothing at all.

When they finished eating, Bonnie got to work on cleaning the apartment...and Damon helped.

She had to show him how to operate the vacuum cleaner and then had to instruct him on how to use it when he was doing it wrong.

He sat on the toilet keeping Bonnie company in the bathroom while she cleaned the shower, his eyes never moving from her ass as she scrubbed the tiles clean.

Damon took out the trash, not realizing that one little action scored him major brownie points with Abby.

Having another person to help shortened the cleaning time drastically. They were done in a little over an hour.

Grabbing Damon by his collar, Bonnie tongued him down so good that when she was through with him all he could do was just stand there with his mouth still tingling from her lips.

They were all sitting in the living room watching television with Bonnie and Damon on the sofa, Tristan laying asleep in Felicia's lap on the love-seat, and Abby sitting all comfy in the recliner.

When the news was over, Abby placed the armchair back in its upright position. "Well I'm going to call it a night. I got church in the morning. Felicia, you make sure that you wake that boy up and let him pee before he goes to bed."

"Alright." Felicia said, playing some game on her phone.

Abby then turned to the couple sitting on the sofa. "Damon, if you plan on spending the night make sure you lock up before laying down. This ain't Buckhead."

Silence.

Damon cleared his throat. "Um, yes ma'am. I will."

Abby leaned down and kissed Bonnie's forehead. "Goodnight love."

"Goodnight mama." Bonnie said, her voice almost choking slightly from emotion.

When Abby was gone, Damon and Bonnie stared at each other in shock.

"D-Did your mother just..." He couldn't even finish the sentenced. Just stunned.

Bonnie nodded her head smiling.

Neither one of them paying attention to Felicia and the pissed off look on her face.

While Damon was in the bathroom taking a shower, Bonnie slipped into her mother's room, closing the door.

"I figured I'd be seeing you." She said, taking off her reading glasses and placing them aside along with her crossword puzzle book.

Bonnie smiled softly.

"So you love him?" Abby asked, cocking a brow.

Bonnie walked over to the bed sitting down. "I didn't mean for it to happen...it just did."

"Have you told him?"

She shook her head no.

"Why not?"

Bonnie sighed. "I don't no."

Abby didn't believe that for a second. "Yes you do."

Silence.

Bonnie's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm afraid." She confessed.

"Afraid of what baby?" Abby asked concerned, reaching out taking her hand.

"That it'll end somehow."

"Oh baby, you can't think that way. You got to be positive."

Bonnie gave her mother a sad smile.

A few seconds later they could hear Damon coming out of the bathroom and walk past Abby's door headed to Bonnie's room.

The two stared at each other until they heard him closing the bedroom door.

"Thank you for allowing me to be the woman you raised me to be." And leaning forward she kissed Abby's cheek. "Goodnight mama, I'll see you in the morning."

Not trusting herself to speak, Abby nodded her head. Placing her right hand to her heart.

Bonnie took a long hot shower. By the time she was finished she could hear her mother's snores as she walked past her bedroom door.

When she walked into her room, Damon was sitting up in bed with the covers pulled to his waist. She was pretty sure that he was naked underneath.

She closed the door behind her.

"About time, I was starting to think that you drowned in there." He joked.

Bonnie smiled.

Damon lifted his arm with his hand reaching out towards her. "Come to bed."

She hesitated ever so slightly.

Knowing why, he put her mind at ease. "Bonnie, I just want to hold you in my arms. That's all I promise. Now come to bed, please."

Turning the light switch off by the door, she crossed the room and climbed underneath the covers.

And keeping his word, Damon held her all night.