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Chapter 21
Katherine yanked out a disposable cell phone she had tucked away inside her purse and punched in the number of the man whose neck she wanted to ring. She had worked too hard to let some hired hand disrupt her plans without facing her wrath.
"What?" A angry voice growled through the line.
"What the hell happened? You were only supposed to rough up Elena, Damon was off limits. You managed to send both of them to the hospital!" Katherine spat out her temper frayed and her nerves shot. She just spent hours being interrogated by the police with her lawyer by her side regarding the attack on Elena and Damon. During the questioning she found out Damon had been shot and she nearly lost in front of the police. Her genuine shock worked in her favor lending credibility to her claim that she had nothing to do with what happened to them. Always a planner, she had an airtight alibi for the time of the attack. Klaus had used enforcers for some of his more questionable business deals and was never shy about conducting business in front of her. Katherine contacted Paul, a career enforcer that Klaus used often but luckily never met Katherine. To protect her innocence, her only contact with Paul had been via disposable cell phones and she paid him from one of Klaus's accounts he rarely used, but Katherine still could access. Pays to snoop and find passwords for emergencies such as this. Klaus would never miss the ten thousand dollars she paid Paul to scare Elena out of New York.
"The bitch was feisty, had to be a little rougher to get my point across. Then the guy showed up out of the blue. He's not dead, be grateful" Paul said flippantly.
Katherine cursed and continued to berate him as she stomped down the sidewalk into the hospital for her appointment with Dr. Jonas Martin. There was a slight worry in the back of her mind that both Elena and Damon getting injured would bring them closer together, but working with Dr. Martin would give her an ace in the hole. Damon would never let go when he found out she's pregnant with his child. She took every precaution and planned this down to the smallest detail. A regimen of injections helped increase her egg production for when she could have Damon in bed. Even with the help of the rohypnol, Damon wasn't as compliant at the peak of her ovulation as she would have liked so she included Marco in her plans. Plus the extra nights she spent with him increased her chances of getting pregnant. Marco's looks were identical to Damon's to ensure the baby would pass as a Salvatore if needed. Dr. Martina's role was to take of questions of paternity so the results were in Katherine's favor. Soon Damon would never be able to deny her and he would want her like no other.
Upon entering the hospital, Katherine spied an orderly scanning her from head to toe. A few flirtatious comments and the promise of meeting up after his shift secured her an insider to gather information on Damon and Elena's condition. She needed information to know how much damage control she needed to put into play due to Paul's botched attempt to run Elena out of town. Satisfied the orderly would text her soon with the needed information, she sauntered off to find Dr. Martin's office.
Katherine walked up to the receptionist with a large smile on her face as she saw the pieces of her plan falling into place. "Katherine Pierce for Dr. Martin." Katherine gloated internally as she imagined Elena's face when Damon left her to be with Katherine as they started their family together. One of the nurses brought her into an exam room and Katherine prepared herself to do whatever was necessary to ensure Dr. Martin cooperated.
An hour later Katherine left the doctor's office and wandered in a haze through the hospital corridors, Dr. Martin's words echoing in her ears. There's nothing I can do to help you. No amount of bribery or threats will change that fact. All of her well crafted plans were disintegrating before her eyes.
The door to Katherine's apartment loomed in front of her and she had no clue how she had gotten home. As she entered her apartment a ping from inside her purse alerted her to a new text message. Functioning on autopilot as she shuffled down the hall to her bedroom she pulled out her phone letting her purse fall its contents scattering across the hardwood floor. With stilted movements, she glanced at the text message freezing in place as the words swam before her.
Damon Salvatore minor gun shut, released.
Elena Gilbert concussion, held for observation pregnancy complications.
Katherine dropped the phone on the floor and stumbled to the bathroom her eye twitching from the pain spiking through her head as if a railway spike had been jammed into her brain. Her plans were ruined. Her chance at Damon was ruined. The life she deserved gone, stolen by a sister that stole from her time and time again. She received the things Katherine deserved, loving family, friends, the world laid at her feet without ever having to lift a finger. Elena never had to face life without a father, living in a world her mother bought their way into which never accepted her.
Klaus and all the other men she let seduce her never made her feel like she fit in the upper echelon of society, she was always made to feel the imposter. With Damon, the socialites accepted her without questions as they knew Damon could easily squash them with a single word and she craved that feeling of power and dominance. Now all of that was going to go to Elena who didn't deserve any of it. A scream tore from her throat echoing around empty bathroom as she attempted to release the anger before she marched back to the hospital and took care of Elena herself.
"What has you in such a tizzy?" Katherine whipped her head around to see her mother standing at the entrance to her master bathroom, a glass of wine elegantly placed in one hand.
"You're precious little daughter got herself pregnant" Katherine dropped her gaze back to her hands that were grasping at counter so tightly that her knuckles were white.
"So she accomplished what you couldn't...tsk, tsk Katherine. Looks like your sister is a natural at getting what she wants. What have you got to show for all of your efforts to ensnare Damon?" Isobel let out a wicked chuckle before taking a large drink from her glass.
Katherine's arms trembled as she fought to restrain her desire to let loose her anger and betrayal on the woman that gave birth to her. Her vision zeroed in on the pregnancy test that she had taken not so long ago, having kept it as a reminder of how things were falling into place for her. Now it was a just a reminder of her crumbling world Her mother's mocking words only deepened the hole she felt like she was falling into. The hatred for her sister burned through her veins fueling the need for revenge and to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
Forcing a smile onto her face, she took up the pregnancy test in her hand and held it out to her mother. Isobel's eyes widened at seeing the positive pregnancy test. "You trained me better than you thought. Congratulations, you'll be a grandmother soon as I welcome in the next generation of Salvatore."
Alaric and Stefan walked into Damon's corner office and saw him staring out the window at the Manhattan skyline. "What the hell Damon?" Alaric slammed the office door closed with a loud bang.
Damon didn't even flinch at the sound. He just reached back and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels off the corner of the desk. He took a long pull from the bottle then let it rest against his chest not acknowledging the presence of his brother or best friend.
"You leave Elena alone and scarred in the hospital and you're sitting here drinking. This is a dick move even for you." Alaric ran his hand through his hair and just stared at the back of Damon's chair tapping his foot impatiently.
"I begged you to leave her alone, Damon. But as usual you did what you wanted. Now when the going gets tough you run" Stefan practically growled.
After a few minutes of silence Alaric slams his hand on the desk. "Wake the fuck up Damon. You're going to be a father," Alaric yelled.
"Elena isn't Katherine Damon. Whatever happened four years ago has you running scared now." Stefan said his tone softening.
"And this proves she isn't Katherine." Alaric tossed a bundle of papers over Damon's shoulder so they landed in his lap. Damon scanned the documents. They outlined that Elena would not seek any financial support from Damon at any point in the child's life and in exchange Damon gave up all parental rights. Damon sighed his feelings at war within him. He felt even worse for the things he said in anger to Elena at the hospital. He knew she wasn't a gold digger and the pregnancy was never a means to trap him; but he also angry at her attempts to so quickly cut him out his own child's life.
Tossing the papers onto the desk his defenses went up as he addressed his brother."I'm not running. I'm living every man's dream. Rugged good looks. More money than I can spend. Girls dropping their panties at my feet. And all the alcohol I can consume." Damon held the whiskey bottle up in the air in a triumphant gesture his back still to Stefan and Alaric. He stared out at the view he once coveted as a low level grunt at the firm. Now staring out, separated from the sights, sounds, and people of the city, the view seemed to be just be another reminder of how alone he was. Elena didn't want him, she didn't even want him to be a father to his own kid, a kid that may never be born.
"How can you be such a callous asshole?" Stefan said, his voice laced with disgust.
"She doesn't fucking want me! Do you know what it's like to have the woman you love faced with the choice to either be with you or be alone as a single mother...then chooses to be alone. She doesn't want me in the kids life. She wasn't even going to tell me she was pregnant. I found out by accident and two seconds after I did she was telling me she was leaving New York. She was going to 'live her life' which is code word for go fuck yourself if you ever think you are going to be a father to her baby." Damon voice was low despite the anger coursing through him. It was taking every ounce of self control not to destroy his office or pummel one of the men standing across the desk from him. Damon turned his chair finally facing the pair.
"Trust me, I am plenty pissed at Elena right now too, which I may have expressed at some point." Alaric had a sheepish look on his face. "I don't what the hell she was thinking trying to keep it from you, but you've never been shy about saying you didn't want kids. By running away from her, you are proving her right that you want no part of her being pregnant." Alaric gave Damon a sympathetic look. He appreciated his friend in that moment, especially since he probably had to endure the wrath of Jenna for standing up to Elena in his defense.
Damon looked down at the bundle of legal papers in his lap and noticed the ultrasound picture clipped to the front. He ran his hand across the picture and small smile crept across his face as pride and love caused his heart to beat in his chest with a renewed rhythm.
Alaric's eyes widened. "You want this kid." Alaric said in awe. Alaric snatched the picture from his hand.
Alaric held the picture in Damon's face. "You want this kid, yet you're letting Elena walk away. What the hell is really going on here Damon? The Damon Salvatore I know takes what he wants. The Damon I know would have done his flirty eye thing, flashed a stupid smirk and had Elena melting in five seconds flat if he really wanted something. Yet here you sit, getting piss drunk." Alaric crossed his arms, his posture demanding answers Damon wasn't sure he was ready to give.
"He's letting his past eat him alive and kill any chance at a happy future." Stefan uttered softly staring at his brother, his face hard.
"You don't know anything Stefan," Damon bit back.
"So the fact that Dad had one of your girlfriends followed four years ago….I believe the PI's tenure was nine months. That has nothing with why you are sitting here drunk when you could be comforting the woman you love." At Stefan's statement Damon breath caught wondering how much his brother and father knew about what happened four years ago.
"Did you ever wonder why I lost my trust fund back when I was still at Columbia?" Damon's gaze returned to Manhattan skyline as he heard Alaric and Stefan settle into the chairs opposite his desk.
"I just figured the long line of things you did to piss off daddy-dearest finally caught up with you. What does that have to do with you abandoning the mother of your child? If Jenna sees you, pregnant or not, she will kick your ass," Alaric growled.
"Kat was pregnant. That's why I lost my trust fund. According to Dad it was the last straw in the long of irresponsible transgressions against the Salvatore name." Damon almost chuckled at the silence that followed his statement. He seemed to have a knack for silencing a room.
"That's why? Dad never would say why he cut you off." Stefan sighed shoving his hands in his pockets.
Damon felt guilty at Alaric's silence. He never told his best friend about what fully happened four years ago. Damon swiveled his chair to face his friend.
"I-I never knew," Alaric stammered. "I don't remember Kat being pregnant." Alaric slumped further down in his seat.
"We never made it past the first trimester. Never made it to the point where we told people." Damon took another long pull from the whiskey bottle.
"I think you've had enough." Alaric reached out snatching the bottle away from Damon who offered no protest.
"So because you and Katherine lost a baby you're going to abandon Elena now?" Alaric asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not father material Ric." Not anymore, that was made abundantly clear to him. "I vowed I wouldn't do it again. Elena was never supposed to get pregnant. She's got some fucking medical condition that makes it unlikely to carry this baby to term." Damon looked from Alaric to Stefan and back to Alaric, hoping that his impending fatherhood would make him understand his plight.
"I-I can't Ric. I can't go there again." Damon dropped his eyes in shame. "Losing that baby four years ago was the worst pain I've ever experienced."
"Do you think it's going to hurt any less if she loses that baby while your wallowing at the bottom of a bottle, Damon?" Alaric crossed his arms and glared at Damon.
Alaric had a point. That baby was his. If they never get to see him be born, the pain will follow him to ends of the earth. Sober, drunk, alone, or with Elena, the pain will find him.
"Elena more than anyone deserves a happy ending, Damon. Why an asshole like you is part of that happy ending is beyond me" Stefan rolled his eyes at his big brother "but you have to try and hope that she gets it. Plus I will make one kick ass Uncle. What kid wouldn't want to be born and meet me?" Stefan gave a crooked smile.
"Oh my God, Stefan cracked a joke. The world must be coming to an end." Damon bit back sarcastically. His chest ached. It had ached since the second he left that hospital room. The second he walked away from the woman he loved and the child he wanted more than anything in his life. The time for letting his past echo through his soul and ruining his at happiness were done.
Elena sat in the graveyard in front of the headstones of her adoptive parents. The cold winter breeze ruffled her hair and she like to think it was the presence of her parents that she missed every second since the accident. She placed a bouquet of lilies on each grave before reaching under her shirt and rubbing at her still flat stomach.
"There's a chance you're going to be grandparents. I never thought I would get to tell you that news. I'm scared to this do this on my own. I'm scared this will end in more heartache. I had given up hope that I would ever have a chance at being a mom. I only hope that I can be half as good a parent to this little one as you were to me and Jeremy. I love you and miss you both so much." The tears were flowing down Elena's face. She always had imagined being a mom with own mother by her side to offer guidance and advice. Doting grandparents to lend a hand when it was needed. A house full of laughter, love and surrounded by lots of family, but things didn't look like they would work out that way.
She wiped her tears and stood up brushing the grass from her jeans. She turned and took a few steps staring at her feet before looking up. Her breathe and steps faltered at the site before her.
"Damon" Elena breathed out new tears springing to her eyes. He stood before her, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans that hung low on his hips his leather jacket open despite the chill in the air.
Damon pushed himself off of the gravestone he had been leaning on and strode forward stopping directly in front of Elena. He dropped to his knees before her and Elena thought she saw tears brimming his eyes. He tentatively reached up and placed his hand under her coat on her stomach causing a shiver to run down Elena's spine at the intimacy of the gesture. He ran his hand across her flesh before leaning in to kiss her stomach lightly.
"Please forgive me" he whispered against her skin. Whether it was meant for herself or the baby she wasn't sure. Damon looked at up Elena his eyes full of regret and sorrow. "This baby is a miracle and I want to share this with you." Damon dropped his gaze to Elena's stomach again. "I love you baby and I will love you with every fiber of my being like I love your mother." Elena's breath hitched as she stared down at the man that had the power to crush her heart and leave devastation in his wake. He said the words she longed to hear fall from his lips for weeks. Their eyes locked and Elena raised her hand to touch Damon and she saw the hope in his eyes. She balled her hand into a fist and let it drop to her side shaking her head furiously side to side. A sob escaped her throat and she ran around Damon to her car. He doesn't want this. He never wanted kids and I won't trap into something he doesn't want Elena thought to herself as she ran.
Damon found Elena on the porch swing in front of her house a blanket wrapped tightly around her legs. Climbing the steps slowly he gently sat next to Elena causing the swing more vigorously under his weight.
"Just go back to New York Damon. You never wanted a family. You told me yourself. I can do this on my own. I won't trap you into something you don't want, that's why I drew up the papers. It's better for the baby if you leave now instead after the baby is born." Elena just stared off into the distance not looking at him.
Damon reached into his pocket pulling out the white envelope he hidden in his closet. He ran his hand across the surface fighting back the pain he knew would come when it was opened. Staring straight ahead he brushed Elena's arm as he held the envelope out to her. He felt Elena take it from his hand and he continued to stare into the distance.
"Open it" Damon ordered softly. He heard the tearing of paper and he felt like his heart was being torn open at the same time. He heard her slide the contents out and he braced himself for the last of his skeletons to be revealed. He knew he had to tell the story he didn't even have the heart to fully tell Alaric and Stefan when they found him drunk in his office.
"It's an ultrasound picture. You're giving me back the ultrasound picture?" Damon could hear the sadness and disgust in her voice.
"Look closer," Damon said softly as he leaned forward placing his forearms on this knees linking his hands.
"Why is this ultrasound picture from four years ago?" Elena asked in confusion as she stared at the image.
"That's my kid or was I guess. That picture is all I have left of him." Damon dropped his head taking a deep breath.
"What?" Elena whispered.
"I was 22 about to graduate from Columbia. Kat and I had been together almost a year when she got pregnant. She was only 20 but I knew we could make it despite being young. I always told myself I never wanted kids. My role model of a father was such an ass and I was a monumental screw up. What kind of father could I be? But the second she told me she was pregnant, all I felt was joy. I wanted that baby more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Within a minute of her telling me she was pregnant I proposed. I could see a family, I could see myself as a father. We waited until she was just over 8 weeks to tell my father right after that ultrasound was done. My father was furious. Said I had yet again disgraced the family. No one as irresponsible as me should ever reproduce. I tried to explain to him that I had already proposed and we would be getting married. I was due to receive my trust fund when I graduated, but he cut me off on the spot." Damon saw Elena run her hands over the ultrasound picture gently and he smiled at the soft gesture.
"Kat begged me for weeks to go talk to him. But I knew my father would never relent plus I was too proud to beg. I never really loved Kat. I was in love with the idea someone wanted me, that someone believed in me. I thought she saw the past the money and notoriety and saw a person. She knew all the right buttons to push. I was better than my dad, could do anything. The Salvatore firm was too limiting, it would be a stepping stone to bigger and better things she always told me" Damon scoffed at his naiveté back then.
"When Kat and I started dating she convinced me to enroll in law school so I could follow in my dad's footsteps and eventually join his practice. Something I always scoffed at, but to give her the life she wanted I was willing to do it. I find it irony in the fact that my Dad hated Kat, but she managed to get me to do the one thing he couldn't...get me into law school. When my father cut me off I rescinded my acceptance to Harvard Law. I knew I would have to get a job to support Kat and the baby. I had a little money from my mom that my dad couldn't touch that would get us started. I had a business degree from Columbia, I was smart and a hard worker I knew I could get a good job. We wouldn't have the life of millionaires but we would have had a good life." Damon sighed remembering the life he mapped out for his little family.
"What happened?" Elena asked quietly. There was so much more to the story and Damon was worried he didn't have the strength to tell it. He had never told anyone this before.
"Near the end of the first trimester I had leave town for a few days to finish a photography project. I came home and Kat dropped the bomb on me that she had a miscarriage. She didn't want to interrupt my school work so she didn't bother to call. I was devastated. I had already starting planning the nursery and secretly been buying things to surprise Katherine. I wanted that baby so much." A sob nearly escaped his throat, but Damon fought it back. Shedding tears never helped him before and he wasn't about to start now. Damon felt Elena's hand gently stroke his cheek and he leaned into the touch comforted by her warmth.
"Damon." She said his name with such comfort and compassion it was the only thing keeping the anger and pain from overtaking him yet again.
Damon suddenly jumped up and started pacing in front of Elena. "I was so stupid back then. She left me. Packed her bags up one day and was gone. She came back two weeks later announcing she was pregnant. I found out years later that my dad had paid her to walk away. He figured out she was a manipulative bitch and tried to extricate her from my life. She took the money and left. When she found out she was pregnant she figured the payday would much bigger and came back. I should have seen the signs. Within minutes of telling me she lost the baby, she started on me to go talk to my father again to get my trust fund back and tell him that we lost the baby. I was too proud to grovel. I wanted to make it on my own and make a life with Katherine. That's what I thought she wanted too." Damon balled his hands into fists at his sides.
"That's not the lifestyle she wanted, was it?" Elena astutely observed.
"Nope" he said popping the p. "We started fighting and her anger kept ratcheting up that I wasn't doing more to get my trust fund back and trying to get back into Harvard. Finally she said she needed some time apart to sort her mind out. I thought she was lost and confused because of the miscarriage so I agreed. I let her stay at our apartment and I crashed with Alaric. After a couple of weeks I decided enough was enough and went home. I caught her in bed with Klaus Mikaelson. He made a hasty retreat from my bed. It wasn't the first time she had been with someone else while we had been together, but I had taken her back before and justified this dalliance on the loss of the baby."
"Oh my God." Elena gasped.
"That wasn't the worst part." Damon's eyes hardened in anger as he recalled the truth he learned a few days after finding Katherine in bed with Klaus. The memory of when he learned what Katherine had done would never fade from his mind's eye.
Damon returned home hoping to talk to Katherine, willing to forgive her for Klaus and convince her they could have a good life even without his trust fund. It was late when he crept into apartment. He heard voices in the kitchen sounding like Katherine and her friend Lucy and silently walked in that direction keeping to the shadows.
"So now that you saw dear old Dr. Emily Bennett and took care of your little baby problem, are you done with Damon?" Damon froze at hearing the words fall from Lucy's lips.
"No trust fund, no Damon. You know he actually wanted to have me raise the baby without the money. Can you image Damon as a father? That man is one stud in the bedroom, but anything outside of it" Katherine let out a chortle, "does he really think he could raise a kid without boarding schools and nannies? I don't think so." Katherine scoffed.
Damon blinked trying to let the past stay where it belonged. "She purposely got pregnant thinking it would force me to marry her and she would get half of my trust fund. When karma bit her on the ass and the trust was revoked she took away anything that would have linked her to me." Damon shook his head at all that had transpired between him and Katherine.
"I'm sorry for what she did to you," Elena said quietly.
Damon had opened himself up, ripping open all of his wounds for Elena. She was already seeing him at his most vulnerable, so he wasn't above some groveling on top of it. "I know at this moment, you wish anyone else in the world was the father of this baby instead of me, the monumental fuckup. But I'm asking you to let me try. Let me be there for you and this baby. I know I'll screw up and most likely fail miserably, since I have been told more times than I can count that I am not cut out to be a parent. But I need you to let me try. Please."
Damon was still staring at the wooden planks of the porch, met only with silence from Elena. Part of him knew that there was a chance she would reject his plea, but he had to at least try and fight for what was his. He stood shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat prepared to walk away when the sob stilled his feet. Turning slowly he saw Elena, tears streaming down her face staring up at him.
"I thought I was doing the right thing. You said...you said you never wanted kids. I didn't want to trap you, but I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." Her words came out as a whisper at the end. The pain etched across her face nearly broke Damon's heart.
Kneeling before Elena, he reached up and wiped away the tears. "I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean any of them. I was hurt and...wanted to hurt you." Damon admitted feeling disgust at his knack for verbally dissecting the people close to him when he's angry.
"I know. God, we are both so stupid...this kid doesn't stand a chance at being normal." A teary smile spread across Elena's face and Damon started laughing. At least it wasn't just him worried about screwing this kid up for life.
"We can't do this anymore Elena. No more making sweeping decisions for the good of the other, no more running, no more saying idiotic things out of anger. We need each more than ever." Damon stared into Elena's eyes as he cradled her face.
"I'm scared Damon." Elena's eyes glistened with new tears, the fear written across her face was the same that dwelled deep inside Damon. This was not the time to show it. Elena was always so strong and he needed to be strong for her now.
"You and I are stubborn beyond reason, do you really think Junior here will be any different. He'll be born just to torture us through his teenage years." Damon smiled gently as say Elena's face soften and a smile pull at her lips.
Damon leaned in brushing his lips gently against Elena's. Her lips were soft and inviting and it felt as if it had been an eternity since he felt them. Elena reached up and gripped Damon's hair tightly intensifying the kiss thwarting Damon's plans to keep it light. His libido flamed to life as the kiss seemed to consume him. Damon picked Elena up and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as they stumbled into the house upstairs into Elena's room.
"Are we even allowed to be doing this?" Damon mumbled against Elena's skin as he kissed down her throat. The last thing he wanted to do was anything that would jeopardize Elena's health or the health of the baby.
"If you don't, I'll find someone who will" Elena said breathlessly as she started pushing his jacket off his shoulders and pulling at his shirt.
Clothes hit the floor in a blink of an eye. A second of guilt hit Damon for what they were about to do in her childhood bedroom, but was quickly pushed aside as they was no longer enough blood to have his brain function any longer. He laid Elena down on the bed and kissed or caressed every inch of her body. The need to reaffirm their feelings physically after the emotion turmoil of the past week was overwhelming. Elena gasped as she finally got a look at fresh pink scar from the gun shot and the bruises over his chest and back. Damon, in turn had to tap down his anger at seeing the yellowing bruise on her ribs. They resumed their ministrations trying to forget the pain they caused each and magnitude of what could have happened during the attack by losing themselves in each other.
After bringing Elena to the heights of pleasure, Damon rolled them over so Elena was astride him. As Damon guided Elena and they finally become one, they both gasped at the feeling of having nothing between them. Damon had to still her, before he lost all sense of control at the feeling of her that surrounded him.
"Holy shit!" Damon whispered to himself willing his body to listen to his commands and not things end before they really got started. Sitting up quickly so that as much skin as possible was touching he touched his forehead against hers still not moving inside her. He just needed to relish the feeling of her especially when he thought she had walked out of his life forever.
"Move Damon, please," Elena pleaded tilting Damon's head to the side to pull him into a passionate kiss. Wanting to give Elena whatever her heart desired, he quickly obliged. Their bodies moved as one the feelings of love and passion consuming both of them as they climaxed simultaneously staring into each other's eyes the other's name spilling from their lips as if a prayer.
Damon remained stretched out on the bed resting against the headboard, Elena cuddled against his chest. "Junior?"
Damon laughed at her non sequitur. "Salvatores have boys." Damon rubbed at Elena's stomach. "This will be next in a long line of Salvatore men." Damon could feel Elena roll her eyes at him.
"We're going to be okay?" Damon could hear the fear creeping back into her voice as she whispered the words against his chest.
"As long as you call Jenna so she doesn't kill me, then we'll be fine." Elena started to laugh and Damon closed his eyes relishing the sound. All thoughts of Katherine, his past, and pregnancy complications were pushed aside and for the first time Damon had hope. Hope his future could be bright. Hope that he could finally get the life he dreamed of long ago. A life filled with love and family.
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