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It's the book that makes most men cringe. What To Expect When You're Expecting. Most women squeal when they first touch the soft cover of the lengthy book.
As the soft breeze brushed against her skin, lightly ruffling her hair, Elena's eyes were plastered to the book. The town square seemed eerily quiet that day as she read her book on a wooden bench.
She flipped the page to a new chapter, 'Choosing A Name'. She momentarily froze at the words, knowing that she was well into her fourth month of pregnancy and still didn't have even a list of names.
Gathering what small amount of paraphernalia she had brought, she began to slowly walk to the boarding house, making a small list in her head.
Alex.
Strong, yet slightly feminine.
Drake.
Elena had been skimming through the channels on her television when she came upon the show, "Drake and Josh". Her ears perked up each time Drake's name was spoken aloud. It caught her attention.
Ian.
This was also strong with that little soft spot hidden behind the wall of masculinity. It made her smile each time she whispered the name to herself.
By the time she had finished rattling off countless names, she had come upon the dark shadow of the boarding house. Each time she looked up at its gloomy, dark windows staring down at her, it sent the smallest shivers up her spine. Even now, she could feel the tingles power up her backbone.
Her hand curled into a fist as she rattled in her knuckles against the large door. She waited moments before the door was swung open, "Why, hello, Elena." Damon smirked as he stepped aside to let her in.
Without a moment's hesitation, she rushed inside, making her way towards the staircase.
She paused as she came to the threshold of the parlour, sudden flashes of that day flooding into the small crevices in her mind. Damon closed the door, halting as he saw her standing there in front of the parlour entrance.
With a sigh, he rested his hand on her shoulder, "Let's go upstairs." She didn't even hesitate to push past him, not masking the slight anger coursing through her veins. His eyes slightly narrowed as her shoulder came into contact with his. He let it slide, this time, as he followed her up the stairs.
Once she came to his closed bedroom door, she pressed her hand on the handle, gripping it,then turned it clockwise. Her eyes were greeted with the familiar black-brushed walls and altogether dark vibe. She lightly shuddered from the coldness behind the theme.
She crossed her legs, Indian style, as she sat on his bed, waiting for him to venture towards the bed as well. Surprisingly, he walked over to his dresser where he leaned against the drawers.
"So, any reason you came over here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Elena's eyes slightly lit up as she remembered her reason for coming on such short notice, "Well, I was reading this," She held up the book that made Damon's eyebrows raise high, "And I realized that we haven't chosen any names yet. Thus, why I am here."
He thought for a moment before he uncrossed his arms and sat on the opposite side of the bed, "I only have one name in mind."
She raised her eyebrows, "And that is?"
He smiled before leaning forward, lips dangerously close to her's. She shuddered at the intensity.
His smile grew wider, "Damon Jr."
Elena immediately pulled away in protest, "Nope, not happening." This made him frown and later pout.
"P-p-please?" He fake stuttered, bottom lip pressed farther out.
She shook her head, "Nope," She crossed her arms, "I already have a list, but I want your opinion."
Damon looked into her eyes, "Shoot."
She lightly smiled before she began to list off some of the names she had previously thought of, "Well, there's Alex."
Damon frowned, "That could be a boy or a girl's name. Scratch that." [A/N: No hard feelings if I scratched off your names. I loved every, single one of your names!]
She shrugged her shoulders before continuing, "Then there's Drake."
Damon thought for a moment before tasting the name out, "Drake Salvatore. Hm, keep that on the list, we'll decide on that one later on."
Elena smiled, "Ian." He thought long before, once again, tasting the name, "Ian Salvatore. Has a ring, keep it on the list."
She kept going, "Liam," She paused, knowing that he would want to try it out, "Liam Salvatore." Her eyes lightly rolled as he snickered. "Just doesn't have that 'pop'."
"Langston."
Damon gripped her shoulders playfully, "Where did that one come from?"
She rolled her eyes once more before continuing, "Gavin."
He shook his head, arms dropping back to his side, "Nah."
"Fine, then what about Aiden?" She asked, her eyes twinkling.
Damon saw the twinkle and tried the name out, "Aiden Salvatore," He smiled, "Keep it."
She mentally circled the name as she continued down the list, "What about David or Daniel?"
He narrowed his eyes before firmly pressing, "No."
[A/N: I actually loved your suggestions, CoolAngel90, but it just didn't fit the story.]
Her fist lightly hit his arm. She loved those names, but continued on, "Caleb? Garrett?"
"Yes to Caleb, no to Garrett."
She shifted so she was now on her elbows, "Trilby?"
He shook his head, "I killed a vampire named Trilby. He was such an ass."
Elena giggled before she listed one final name, "Koby."
Before even a second ticked by, he was quick to reply, "Rhymes with Toby. Too girly," He paused for a moment, "Is that it?"
She began to think, then nodded, "Yep. So far, we have," She counted on her fingers, "four names."
He flashed his brilliant smile, "Crunch time."
(-)
Before long, they had fought over which names to trash and which to keep, only scratching one name- Caleb.
By this time, Elena had a pad of paper, scratching off the name. She placed the pen in her mouth, "Let's scratch Aiden." Damon flashed his eyes to her's, "Why? It fits the Salvatore name perfectly."
She giggled mentally, "Who says it had to fit the Salvatore name? Why not Gilbert? I mean, we're not married."
Damon jumped up, "Fine, then lets get married." She froze at his words, not expecting that sentence to come fumbling from his lips. He became slightly worried when she didn't answer after several minutes, "Elena?"
She snapped her head up, "Then let's scratch off Ian."
Damon hesitated, lost in thought, "I guess," He rubbed his temples, "This baby name stuff is frustrating."
She nodded, "Have any pickles?" He smiled, "Why, of course, Gilbert." Damon sped downstairs and grabbed the jar of pickles from the refrigerator before heading back up the stairs.
When he made it to the room, he found that the bed was utterly empty, the pad of paper long abandoned. "Elena?" He called out, rattling the house. "Elena!" He called out again.
His sensitive hearing picked up shuffling from a far away room.
He slowly walked down the hall until he came to the source.
Elena's Point of View
My finger traced the soft, lacy edges of the bassinet that was carefully placed in the center of the once-guest-room-now-nursery. I spun around at the sound of Damon calling her name, finding him standing in the doorway.
"Did you do this all by yourself?" I looked around the light black room, my eyes finally locking on his.
He slowly nodded as he walked closer towards me, "Yeah." Once he was a foot away, he turned towards the crib in the corner.
Tease.
This time, his fingers traced along the wooden edges of the beautifully-crafted crib.
"I had this imported from Italy." He murmured, eyes locked to the empty mattress inside. I could tell that he was imagining our small baby nestled inside, as I had with the bassinet.
As soon as the heart-string-tugging moment was there, it dissipated. I had no clue what clicked in him, but he suddenly became cold.
He slowly prowled towards me, our eyes locked in a deadly staring game.
The calm, blue ocean was now a thrashing, dark blue as he inched closer.
Just as before, he was a foot away when he stopped. So suddenly, that it took me back by surprise. He stood still for moments, eyes not moving or blinking. Meanwhile, here I was, blinking like crazy, trying to tell myself that I was imagining all of this.
He hands gripped onto my upper arms, his thumbs drawing small circles. He leaned in, ever so slowly and whispered hoarsely, "You drive me crazy."
I blinked wildly, unable to form any words. Before I could even muster any form of vocabulary, he thwarted the small circle movement on my arms and his hands traveled down my arms. This action sent shivers down my spine. His hands continued down until he stopped and lightly placed them on my slightly large stomach. He seemed enchanted, amused, bewildered, then, all of a sudden, his whole attitude changed again.
Suddenly, he was pushing me against a wall, eyes black. At this point, I was scared. I couldn't see the Damon that I knew anymore. Finally, I mustered up the courage to speak, "Damon?" It clicked suddenly, "When was the last time you fed?"
He growled, "Too long ago." He roughly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head. Slowly, he began to press his hands all over my body.
"Damon, please." I begged.
(No One's Point of View)
The plea that poured from her mouth caused Damon to growl. Something inside him kept wanting to stop this.
You'll hurt her and your child!
Suddenly, he pulled back, eyes lightening. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, Elena." He placed his face in his hands.
She lightly pulled his hands away, "It's not your fault, you haven't fed in awhile. I understand." She smiled before embracing him in a hug, taking him back by surprise.
He rested his face into her hair, letting his walls completely down. He couldn't help, but smile as he felt her baby bump pressing into his stomach as something of his pressed into her. A gasp escaped her lips, knowing that if he hadn't stopped, he could've gone too far.
Damon pulled back and led her to his room once more. Once they were situated on his bed, she began the name cycle again while lightly crunching on a pickle, "So, we scratched off Ian and Caleb."
Damon nodded, "And we have Drake and Aiden left."
She snickered, "I still think we should scratch off Aiden."
Damon laughed mockingly, "In your dreams."
She crossed her arms, "Then we're scratching off Drake?"
Damon hesitated, "I like Drake, though." He pouted, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
Elena giggled, "Which one do you like more?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Drake." She went to go cross off Aiden, but he grabbed her hand, "Keep it on the list. We still have to do middle names."
Elena smiled, "I already have a middle name." She crossed off 'Aiden' as Damon tilted his head, "When did we decide on a middle name?"
"Joseph. That's his middle name." She smiled warmly, "Drake Joseph Salvatore."
Damon smiled before wrapping his arms around Elena, the both of them lost in their own joyful world.
Bennett Residence (Later That Day)
Bonnie flipped the pale yellow pages of the Grimoire, searching for the spell. She had spent the past two hours flipping and flipping when she couldn't sleep. She was way too busy thinking about what spell she could use to hurt Damon as much as he hurt Elena. Her eyes burned.
Continuously, like clock work, her phone buzzed. It became too much of an irritation, so she picked the phone up and turned it off.
She sighed, "I need to concentrate." She looked directly at the phone that she had placed on the counter, wondering why so many people were texting her at such an hour.
Her eyes glanced over to the clock. She squinted her eyes, "1:67 AM." With a sigh, she continued searching through the book.
Another hour ticked by. She groaned as she looked out to the stars just outside her open window. Closing her eyes, there was a light breeze that passed across the room, the pages of the Grimoire flying. When her eyelids fluttered open, the Grimoire had flipped to a page near the back.
"What's this?" She read through the spell, her eyes growing wider as she read on.
A wicked smile passed over her face, "Perfect."
A/N: Oh, Bonnie, what are you up to?
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Surprises. Lots of surprises.
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