"The truck is here...the truck is here!" Tristan screamed excitedly, literally jumping up and down on the sofa as he stared out the window, watching as the huge U-haul truck slowly backed its way in front of their apartment. .

Hearing her nephew from her bedroom, Bonnie took a moment to gather herself. Today was going to be a long day. They were moving into the house.

She stood in front of the cherry oak mirrored dresser and practiced her smile.

It was important that it look natural, spreading across her face with ease.

Meanwhile outside, Damon was behind the wheel of the U-haul with Stefan and Klaus riding shot-gun.

The three men hopped out of the truck just in time to see Tristan barrel his way out of the front door to meet them.

"Damon! Damon!" The boy yelled happily, running at full speed and launching himself at Damon, who easily caught him.

"Hey little man, you ready to put those muscles to work and help us move?" Damon asked.

The boy nodded. Then his curious little eyes landed on the other two men standing there. "Who are they?"

Pointing out the men one at a time, Damon made the necessary introductions. "Well this guy over here with the cool hair is my little brother Stefan. And this guy here who looks like he's wearing red lipstick is my buddy Klaus."

Tristan giggled.

"Gentlemen this little fellow here is Bonnie's nephew Tristan."

"Hey Tristan, it's finally good to meet you. Damon talks about you a lot." Stefan smiled at the boy in amusement.

The boy frowned. "You talk about me, Damon?" He asked, having been surrounded by gossiping women he equated people being talked about to something bad.

Damon chuckled. "Only good things my friend. Like how smart you are and how you're learning how to read. Things like that."

"Oh okay. Well I guess that's fine."

All three men laughed.

Damon placed the boy down. "Okay men, let's get to work."

When they walked inside of the apartment, Damon made introductions once gain introducing Stefan and Klaus to Abby and Felicia.

They all stood in the living room and went over the game plan as to what was to be moved first with Abby doing must of the talking.

Everything was already packed up, all of the beds were taken apart.

So literally, all they had to do was move. Abby thought it would be easier to do one room at a time.

All the while she spoke, Damon's attention kept going towards the back of the apartment where Bonnie's bedroom was located.

"I wanted to make things as easy as possible for you guys." Abby finished.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Stefan stated. "But aren't we missing someone?" Referring to Bonnie.

Before Abby could respond, Damon spoke up. "You're right. You two start loading up the truck and I'll go see about my boo thang!"

Abby, Klaus and Stefan chuckled.

Felicia rolled her eyes. Not really here for Damon's sometimes Justin Timberlake thinking he black, white ass.

"You better not let Bonnie hear you call her that!" Abby laughed as Damon made his way down the hall.

He found her sitting Indian style on the floor in the center of the room flipping through what looked to be a photo album.

She was dressed in sweats and wearing sneakers with her hair pulled back in a ponytail with a baseball cap on her head.

Her bedroom was all packed up, full of boxes and her mattress and box spring were up against the wall.

"Hey you, everyone's out there waiting for the Queen B herself. Whatcha doin in here?" He asked coming into the room.

"Nothing. I found this old photo album that I made back in high school...I guess I got side tracked." She answered.

Damon came over to her side and squatted down to have a look.

There were various pictures of Bonnie at school, dressed in a leotard and tights with her hair up in a bun.

Some of the photos where of her laughing with friends or making silly faces to the camera.

But the one that caught Damon's eye was of her wrapping her arms behind this really good looking dark skinned black guy with a nice bright white smile.

They were at some park at a picnic table. It looked like some 4th of July gathering.

"Who's that?" Damon pointed at the picture.

"Jody."

"Oh wow. That's him?"

Damon was surprised. For some reason he didn't seem like Bonnie's type at all because he looked like a straight up thug. White tee, sagging jeans and all.

"Yeah, that's him. We were at his family reunion." Bonnie stared at all of the photos in disbelief.

She couldn't get over how young she looked in them. It was crazy. Those days felt like a life time ago and yet they weren't.

"I was a baby." She uttered aloud, not really meaning to.

Damon turned the page of the photo album and was hit with pictures of Bonnie during performances.

Her ballet movements caught in mid-air as the photo was snapped by a camera.

As he looked at each one, he wished that he was there sitting in the audience watching her perform. "Do you have any video footage of your ballet performances?"

"No."

Whoever snapped the shots did a great job of capturing the moment.

"If we have a girl, I want her to have ballet lessons. I want her to be just like her mama. Maybe you could teach her." Damon said as he continued to flip through the album.

Bonnie cleared her throat, moving to stand to her feet. "Yeah maybe."

Closing the photo book, Damon got up as well. Turning slightly so that he was facing her. "You ready to move into your new home?"

That smile she'd been practicing in front of the mirror just minutes ago appeared across her face effortlessly.

"I'm ready."

The two were interrupted seconds later by a decidedly British voice. "Come now mate, we have work to do. Chop, chop."

Klaus's presence there was a surprise to Bonnie. "How did you get roped into helping us move? I thought manual labor wasn't your thing?"

Klaus swaggered his way into the bedroom, taking Bonnie's hand and kissing it.

"For you my darling, I would do anything. I would slay a fire breathing dragon. Go toe to toe with Hercules himself. All for you. You chose the wrong man my dear, but I forgive your folly. You didn't know any better."

Damon rolled his eyes, crossing his big arms over his chest.

Having known the British man for a while now, his antics still made Bonnie laugh. "Wow all that? I'm touched. But I appreciate you coming because Damon and Stefan can use the help."

"Whoa, what is that suppose to mean?" Damon asked a little affronted but not really.

"Just what I said. You could use the help. With more hands on deck the faster we're done."

"Ahh, beauty and brains. How could any man resist such a combination." Klaus went to kiss Bonnie's hand once again.

Damon slapped his hand away from her. "Try."

Bonnie was right, with more hands things did run much smoothly and they got a lot done in a short amount of time.

The men did all of the heavy lifting with Felicia helping out when an extra pair of hands was needed.

Like when they had trouble lifting the kitchen table with just the three of them.

It was heavier than it looked being made of solid wood.

The quality of the furniture Damon bought did not go unnoticed by Bonnie who realized that he could have easily went the cheap route but he didn't.

Everything he bought was tastefully understated yet expensive.

Doing her part, Bonnie carried things like the sofa cushions and pillows and the lighter weight boxes that contained things like sheets and towels or clothes. Damon being very adamant about her not lifting anything heavy because of the baby.

Not wanting to start an argument with him in front of everyone, she just did what he said. It was easier to go along to get along at that point.

Between her mother and Damon, Bonnie felt like she was losing her voice in the mix. Feeling like a puppet with strings attached, being pulled this way and that way, no longer in control of her own life.

While everyone worked, Abby did the supervising and handed out water upon requeste because though summer was technically over, it was still slightly warm outside with temperatures in the lower 80s.

Fall was around the corner. Emily had already left for college. Her last year. She and Bonnie said their goodbyes days ago.

When the last of their things were loaded onto the truck and it was time to roll out, Abby, Felicia, Tristan and Bonnie stood in the empty apartment that had been their home for so long.

"I thought I'd never see this day." Abby spoke.

She looked at Bonnie with somewhat of awe on her face. It was supposed to be Felicia who married well and got them out of the projects.

But that wasn't how things turned out.

The woman walked over to her youngest daughter, placing her arms around her in a loving hug.

"I should have known it would be you who got us out of these projects. We're set, baby girl...and it's all because of you."

Had Abby not pulled away first, Bonnie would have because her mother's words made her feel like some gold digging ho.

As if she'd planned it all.

Like she was on the come up. When that wasn't the case at all.

Bonnie swallowed hard.

"Come on little man, it's time to go home." Abby said holding her hand out to the little boy and they walked out the front door, neither looking back.

"How does it feel?" Felicia asked after a short moment.

Bonnie was pulled from her thoughts, blinking. "Excuse me?"

"I asked you, how does it feel?" Her sister repeated the question.

"How does what feel, Felicia?" Bonnie asked, rubbing her temples to starve off the coming headache.

Felicia looked Bonnie up and down before answering. "Being mama's favorite." She then left out, leaving Bonnie alone in the apartment.

The truck was all packed up.

Damon watched as Abby and Tristan came out of the apartment. Then a minute later, Felicia walked out going to get into the car.

But there was no Bonnie.

"I'll be back." He said to Stefan and Klaus before hopping out of the U-haul.

He jogged up the sidewalk to the apartment and went inside, but Bonnie was nowhere to be found. He walked towards the back to the bedrooms but stopped when he got to the bathroom because he found her.

Bonnie was on her knees, throwing up inside of the toilet.

He went to her side and began rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. "It's the middle of the day, so it can't be morning sickness. Did you eat something that upset your stomach?"

Bonnie flushed the toilet when she was done. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I don't know. Could be." She lied, not wanting to tell him the real reason why she was sick.

Having loaded up the truck room by room made it easy moving everything into the new house because they unloaded that way, doing one room at a time.

It went without saying that the master bedroom suite downstairs was Bonnie's room.

It was one of the reason's why Damon bought the house because of the privacy it gave being so far removed from the four bedrooms upstairs.

No longer would he and Bonnie have to be quiet during intimate moments.

While the guys were setting everything up, Abby got to work on the kitchen, unpacking boxes and putting everything in its place.

Feeling very excited about finally being in the house, she wanted to break in the new kitchen right away by making dinner for everyone.

Meanwhile, Bonnie was alone in her bedroom, hanging up clothes in her new walk-in closet.

For the first time that day, she was relaxed because she was away from everyone else, able to just be. Not having to pretend she was fine.

Damon and Stefan had already setup her bed and mounted the television on the wall.

There was so much that needed to be done that it was almost overwhelming to think about. Moving was no joke.

All Bonnie wanted to do was take a nice long shower and curl up underneath the covers of her bed and watch some ratchet TV.

But that would have to wait until later once Damon and them were gone. She's was kinda looking forward to it. Needing the rest after such a long tiring day.

"I think you need a king sized bed in here because the one you have is too small for this massive space." Damon said, interrupting Bonnie's quiet time away from everyone.

"My bed is fine Damon. A queen-size is more than enough for me." She responded, not breaking a beat with placing clothes on hangers and putting them up on the rod, all turned in the same direction.

"Don't you mean for us? Besides I was talking about how awkward it looks in the room. A king size bed would fill up more space and balance everything out."

"Who cares what it looks like. It's just going to be me and you in here anyway."

"Well I care...so I'm getting the bed."

Bonnie finally stopped what she was doing, giving Damon her full attention. "That's ridiculous though. The bed is still practically new. It will be a waste of money."

"No it won't because we'll give it to your mother. There problem solved. No waste whatsoever."

She just stared at Damon and then shook her head. "You know what, fuck it...it's your money. Do what you want. I don't care." She went back to hanging up her clothes.

"Hey, don't be like that. This is nothing to fight over, okay. It's a good thing." He said, moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her tiny frame.

Bonnie immediately felt smothered by his presence. The closet no longer seemed quite as big as it was with him in there.

She tried to pull away. "Let go Damon. You stink."

He released her, lifting up his armpit to sniff underneath his shirt. "That my dear is the smell of a hard working man. You better recognize the scent."

That got him a small chuckle with a smile from her.

"See now, that's what I like. Putting a smile on my lady's face. That's all I want Bonnie...to make you happy." He said, caressing her cheek.

The way he was looking down at her was making Bonnie feel warm inside.

He then bent his head and she leaned up to meet his lips. Wanting his kiss.

When their mouths touched, Damon and Bonnie melted into each other's arms.

It was like the last couple of weeks hadn't happened and their kiss was just as passionate and fiery as it ever was.

It was a relief to them both that they hadn't lost that part of them.

Their mouths caressed each other softly at first, but as their hunger grew, it became needy with a greediness that consumed them both.

Bonnie began to undo Damon's jeans.

"What are you doing?" He asked out of breath when their lips parted.

"What does it look like Damon. Focus." She unzipped him.

"Are you serious...you want to fuck right now with everyone in the house."

She stripped down her sweat pants and panties in one fluid motion, slipping off her sneakers one foot at a time as she did so. Completely undressed now from the waist down.

Damon was too stunned to speak.

"Shut the closet door. We'll be quick." She commanded.

When he just stood there not moving a muscle, Bonnie took matters into her own hands, closing the door herself.

She then yanked down his jeans with his underwear, letting them pool around his ankles.

Damon wasn't fully erect so she decided to help him out and began to stroke his member.

She struck her tongue down his throat in such a way that Damon finally snapped out of it and gave it back to her two fold. His tongue winning and dominating hers into submission.

He backed Bonnie against the wall in between her hanging clothes. They were an unnecessary shield of protection that the two of them didn't need.

She wrapped her tiny hand around his dick and began to tug up and down. The faster she did it, the harder he became growing in her hand until he stood at attention on his own, full salute.

Damon's hand went between her legs. "You wet enough for me?"

"Yes, now stick it in me." She panted, more than ready.

Never had Bonnie uttered such words to Damon. And she could see how her words affected him. He was so turned on.

Bonnie couldn't explain what came over her. It was like something had ignited inside of her body.

Her pussy just got HOT all of a sudden and she wanted him balls deep inside of her.

It was like she was on fire and only he could put out the flames.

Damon lifted Bonnie up with her back pressed against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Gripping his manhood, he hesitated for just a second. "Say it again." He demanded, his blue eyes full of lust.

Bonnie's hand tightened around his hair as she gripped the back of his head.

"Stick it in me."

His mouth covered hers as his body pushed its way inside of her.

Bonnie gasped for air, pulling away from his mouth so she could breathe. His dick singeing her insides.

Damon groaned in pleasure, his teeth biting into her lower lip as he seated himself fully inside of her.

He then began to move.

She felt tighter to him. How was that even possible?

"Fuck!" He cursed, squeezing his eyes shut from the seer feel of her wrapped around him.

His thrusts becoming harder with each second he was inside of her heat.

Bonnie didn't understand what was happening to her.

One minute she just wanted Damon to get the fuck out of her face and leave her alone, and now she couldn't get enough of him.

What was wrong with her?

Whatever it was, she'd never felt something so intensely. "That's right like that. Just like that! Fuck me like that!" She instructed on bated breath, holding him tightly in her arms as his body moved almost forcefully inside of hers.

"Make me come Damon...I need to come right now. Please!" She cried out.

Damon didn't want either of them to come because that would mean it was over.

And he wanted to stay in that moment with her forever. With him fucking her warm, wet pussy.

The world could be burning down all around them and he wouldn't care as long as he could stay right where he was, inside of her body.

But of course it had to end sometime and when it did both of them came hard together, wrapped in each others arms with their bodies trembling against the wall.

"Shit!" Damon cussed once more, sagging against Bonnie.

His face buried in the crook of her neck. His body weakened because she literally milked him dry.

Bonnie peppered little light kisses to Damon's shoulder, rubbing his back. "You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. I just need a minute."

He was still buried deep inside of her, but he was no longer hard.

"Bonnie!"

Hearing her name being called by Tristan, snapped both Damon and Bonnie out of their orgasmic haze.

He pulled out of her, setting her down on her feet and quickly the both of them got dressed.

Bonnie struggled a bit putting her sweat pants back on because her legs felt wobbly, while Damon easily pulled up his underwear and jeans simultaneously.

"Bonnie, your panties!" He hissed.

The two staring at them on the floor by her feet.

Well it was too late to put them on now, so she kicked them behind the box of clothes and slipped her feet into her sneakers.

"Bonnie!" They heard once again.

Damon opened the closet door and they stepped out, shutting it back closed, so the smell of sex wouldn't linger its way into the room.

Two seconds later the little boy appeared, skipping into the bedroom.

"Bonnie, grandma wants you to go to the store to get some grease for the chicken."

"Oh okay sweetie, thanks. I'll go in a minute."

"Can I come with you?" He asked.

"Sure, if you want to." She answered licking her lips. Feeling weird not wearing any underwear.

"Can we take the Range Rover?" Tristan asked, practically jumping up and down where he stood.

Bonnie was a little taken aback by the request.

"Sure buddy." Damon answered for her.

"Yay!" The boy yelled out in excitement before exiting the room.

"Wow, that was close." Damon said, running a hand through his black hair.

"Yeah, it was." She agreed.

Bonnie wanted to take a shower, but she couldn't right then.

So she did the next best thing and got a feminine wipe packet out of her purse and went into the bathroom, closing the door.

"You okay?" Damon asked when she came back out.

"Yeah, I'm good...I didn't realize that I needed that."

Damon smirked sexily, coming to stand before Bonnie. He cupped her face, bending his head to kiss her lips.

Bonnie kissed him back. No longer so annoyed by him.

Damon was still smiling as their lips parted. Very pleased with the situation. "Damn, those pregnancy hormones are no joke!"

Bonnie's brows furrowed not understanding as she looked up at him in confusion.

What did her being pregnant have to do with the two of them fucking like rabbits in her closet?

Damon continued talking, in a good mood. "Who knew that sex would be one of your cravings. Yay!" He screamed lowly, mimicking Tristan.

"What are you talking about?"

"I read it on one of those pregnancy blogs. It said that women in their first trimester can experience an increase in their libido."

Wait, what? Damon was reading pregnancy blogs?

She hadn't read so much as a pamphlet in regards to her pregnancy. And yet it was her body. Damn.

The baby was only the size of a walnut inside of her womb and already Bonnie was feeling like she was failing as a mother.