A/N:

I bet you all are all DYING to know if Elena is preggers or not! Muahaha! I shan't reveal it right in the beginning of this chappie! Instead, I'll give you a dose of Steroline to calm your frazzled nerves... Until I reveal, it! DUN DUN DUN! Hilarious A/N, I know... I'm just awesome that way... :) haha lol I'm damn high right now(figuratively, I'm 14 now, but I'm never, EVER, gonna be high for real) Love you all! Please review! *blows kisses muah! muah!

Chapter 14

Caroline POV

Ding Dong! The bell went off, sending me into another fit of squeals. I checked my reflection one last time, smoothing down any wrinkles on my green sheer blouse. My outfit was designer worthy, sheer blouse, together with denim high waisted shorts and oxford wedges. I blew a kiss at my reflection strutted out of my room. I came down the stairs just in time to see Mom opening the door, and his mouth forming a perfect o at the sight of me. I blushed, and grinned widely, happy that I had such an effect on him. I was yanked out of my inner thoughts of a crowd applauding me on a job well done for my outfit by Mom's voice.

"Caroline, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" She looked at me expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

"Mom, I just met Stefan. This is just a date."

She arched one of her eyebrows and said,

"Well, it certainly seems like you two are dating, based on the fact that you both dressed up mighty fine for 'just a date'."

I blushed and avoided her knowing look. I instead focused on Stefan, and realised what she had said about us dressing up 'mighty fine' was true. He looked like the perfect mixture of cuteness and hotness in his crisp shirt, the top button unbuttoned, revealing a tantalising glimpse of his chest. I started salivating tv the thought of his entire shirt off. My inner drooling was interrupted when Stefan offered his arm and said,

"Shall we go, Caroline?"

I smiled broadly and replied,

"Lead the way."

Elena POV

A few minutes before IT

I snuggled deeper into the warm body next to me, refusing to join the land of consciousness. A wave of nausea walked over me, reminding me of the reason why I was yanked out of sleep. I leaned back and groaned, laying my cool palm on my forehead, hoping that it would cease the churning. Another wave stronger then the first hit me, sending me flying to the toilet.

I retched violently into the toilet, with only a few breaks in between to catch my breath before the vomiting began again. I was vaguely aware of Damon lifting my locks away from the line of vomit shooting from my mouth.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, the vomiting ceased, and I raised myself from my crouch at the toilet bowl warily. My head was full of jumbled thoughts as I contemplated what could have triggered this. I had never been vomited so much in my life. Sure, I had my share of falling ill, but not like this. Never like this. My thoughts flew to the corner of my mind I had tried desperately to ignore. No, it's couldn't be... Couldn't it? I thought back to all the times we fucked. But I was on birth control... But I had heard of cases when the pills didn't work. My mind flashed back to the incidents which I had dismissed as just weird occurrences.

"Elena, are you ready?" Damon shouted from outside the room.

"Yeah, I'm coming! Just wait a minute!"

I contorted into positions I didn't even know I could do. Come on, come on... There. I sighed in relief. I looked down and frowned. My boobs were practically spilling out of my bra. They seemed bigger nowadays, maybe it was the confidence Damon was giving me... But thinking about it now, they were really sensitive too... One brush from Damon could send me into a frenzy. I shrugged and slipped on my dress before leaving of the room.

And the other strange thing which I had just dismissed as nothing.

"Come on, Elena. Please?" Damon batted his incredibly long eyelashes at me.

I smacked the side of his head in mock anger.

"Damon, I don't feel like having sex right now... That's what having your period does to you." I explained.

"But it hasn't come yet! We can still have one more..." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No! It should be coming today and just the thought of it is a major turn off."

"Aw... At least just check if it is? If it is, I promise I won't touch you, but if its not... You know what I'm talking about, right? Come on, for me?" He pouted adorably and my steely resolve began to melt.

"Okay, okay."

I hopped out of bed and into the toilet. As I peered down, my eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Hm... I've never been late before...

I was distracted from my inner thoughts when an arm snaked around my waist and lips brushed the back of my neck. I moaned in anticipation.

"So, how about that one more, hm?"

I giggled and turned around to capture his lips with mine before he carried me, bridal style, to the bed.

Could it be? As much as I wanted to shove that thought into the darkest recesses of my mind, I couldn't. I probably was. With a shaking voice, I turned to Damon and said,

"Damon, I think... I think I'm... Pregnant."

Damon POV

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Pregnant? I thought she was on birth control. If not she would have to told me to wear a condom when we fucked. Oh please, oh please, don't let her be pregnant.

"Are you sure? Have you taken a test?" I asked, praying for her to say no.

"I haven't..."

I almost collapsed with relief.

"But I think I might be."

My sagging shoulders shot up to my ears. No, no, no... This can't be happening! I'm 24, for fucks sake! I still have so much I want to do! Not to mention, how Father will react when he finds out about this. No, no, no! My heart pounded loudly until it was the only think I could hear, I couldn't even hear myself think.

"I... I gotta go." I said abruptly.

"But Damon-"

I didn't hear the end of her sentence as I was already striding away.

With every step, my lungs began functioning, and by the time I stepped out of the house, I could breathe properly. My thoughts flew to the direction of the Mystic Grill. Exactly what I needed. Bourbon, lots and lots of bourbon.

Elena POV

With every step he took, it felt like an ice shard was piercing through my heart, with agonising slowness. How could he just leave me here? He didn't even say where he was going! I ran out to the porch in an attempt to stop him, but he was gone. A wave of tears overcame me as I crumpled to the ground, sobbing.

Caroline POV

"A rose for the lady?" Stefan said, plucking a rose from the rosebush next to him.

"Why, thank you." I replied, blushing furiously.

I took the rose from his hand, but yelped in pain when the thorn pricked me.

His expression changed to one of panic.

"Oh my god, Caroline, are you okay?"

Sucking gently on my finger, I stopped to say, "It's okay, Stefan."

To my surprise, he whacked himself on his head, muttering under his breath.

"Ha, what an idiot you are. Try to be charming, giving her a rose. Now she's hurt because of you. What a debonair gentleman you are, huh?"

I chuckled when I heard his mumbling. He looked up at me in surprise.

"Stefan, don't beat yourself up about it. It's fine. Really."

His eyes softened and his face relaxed.

"Really?"

I smiled. "Really."

His lips tilted up in a smile and he captured my hand with his. I stared into his green eyes, falling into the emerald pools. Our faces inched closer together and I closed my eyes.

Sniff.

A muffled sob.

I cracked open my eyes curiously and pulled away, disappointed. My eyes scanned the area for the source of the crying. My eyebrows disappeared into my hair when I realised that the one was Elena.

I ran towards her when I realised that how sad she was.

"Elena? What's wrong?"

She just sobbed harder.

"Elena! Tell me."

"Please, just hold me." Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, telling me how long she had been crying.

I wrapped her in my embrace, puzzling over what could reduce her to this.

Damon POV

"I should have known, sooner or later that bitch wouldn't be good enough for you."

I arched an eyebrow at the woman standing next to me.

"You really think that's why I'm here, Katherine?"

"Oh, then do tell why you are here, alone, drowning yourself in bourbon?"

Suddenly, all the fight left me, and I slumped against the counter.

"Elena's pregnant."

She sucked in a breath.

"I was not expecting that."

"You think I was?" I scoffed at her.

"Well, I can think of a few thing which will make you feel better." She purred as she trailed her fingers up and down my chest.

She swooped down, capturing my lips with her. But instead of the lust that I had felt for her a year ago when she did this, I felt revulsion.

She broke the kiss abruptly and looked like the cat that ate the canary. She leaned down so that she was whispering into my ear.

"How do you think Little Miss Preggers felt about that little show I put on for her?"

I whipped around to see a someone running out of the bar, brunette locks flying behind her.

Damn.

A/N:

Hm... This wasn't one of my favourite chappies but it'll do! :) anyway, I've just posted a new fanfic about the Trylle Trilogy so I hope you guys will check it out! :) remember, the 50th reviewer will get to pick any scene to be incorporated into my story! So review, review, and review!

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