Damon looked down at his watch and smiled. It was seven. After a long, boring and uneventful day, he could finally go come and relaxed with Elena. Despite the fact that they only spend a few hours apart, he did miss her already. He looked down at his phone gazing at his wallpaper, it was him and Elena at the zoo from a few weeks back. That felt like a lifetime ago. He made sure he didn't get any messages from her, and was disappointed when there for not a since call or text. He grabbed all his belongings and got into the car, making sure to stop at a flower store before going home. Elena had never been like a princess, and he wanted to be the prince to change that.

Elena sat in the bedroom she shared with Damon staring at every little part of it, sadness and ache replaced a look of love and happiness that was there only a few hours back. She tried to replay every little moment, maybe, just maybe her sons were Damon. The doctor said the twins were conceived three weeks ago, she was still with Stefan. Elena closed her eyes as a painful came from her lips, god she hated Stefan for never using protection. She slowly let her eyes drift open as a light shined through the bedroom window, Damon was home.

She had to tell him.

Damon got out of the car with a huge smile on his face as he opened the door holding daisies, Elena's favorite. He slowly set his keys down on the table as he looked around the house. It was dark, and quiet. Lucky came in from the outside, but Elena was nowhere to be seen.

He walked around the whole first floor before freezing in fear hearing a sob come from the bedroom. Damon knew that sob, holding Elena all the times she was crying, he knew how she sounded.

Damon darted upstairs and stood at the doorway of the bedroom letting the scene in front of him sink in. Elena sat on the ground, the ground the made love for the first time last night, holding her knees to her chest. Something was wrong, and then he remembered she went to the doctor's this morning. The thought that something was seriously wrong sent shivers down his spine.

He walked into the bedroom taking short, unsure steps before he finally reached Elena sitting down next to her. As soon as he sat by her side, Elena threw her arms around Damon's neck holding onto him tightly as she clawed as his shirt. She buried her head into his neck and began to sob again, releasing all the tears that she had held in, and more that came by the second.

Damon held Elena silently in his arms. He held her protectively, making sure she knew that she was safe with him, but inside Damon was screaming. He was screaming to find out what was wrong, what she found out, but he knew she needed this. Elena needed a shoulder to cry on for a while, and he would be that person forever.

After about fifteen minutes, which seemed like a lifetime to both of them, Elena slowly started to calm down. She pulled back looking at Damon's tear stained shirt before feeling his fingers lift her chin and start to wipe away the remainder of her tears off her cheeks with his thumbs.

Even with mascara stains over her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy, she was still the most beautiful woman that Damon had seen. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around her shaking silhouette. "Elena. You're scaring me, what's go—"

Damon quickly stopped his trail of thoughts as Elena's lip began to quiver. She laid her head against his chest clinging onto the back of his shirt. She couldn't be like this forever, she had to tell him, and he had every right to know. She had just gotten a good guy, a guy she was truly in love with, and now because of these two mistakes she'd lose him. At this moment, Elena began to hate the two little creatures growing inside her. She let out a barely audible whisper.

"I'm pregnant. With twin boys."

Elena could feel Damon's body begin to stiffen, his arms that had a tight hold around her began to loosen. She could feel him slipping through her fingers, and when he removed her hands off his body and stood up, she knew that not only did she lose her fiancé, but also the best friend she ever had.

Damon couldn't think. She was pregnant. As much as magnificent as he was, he couldn't get Elena pregnant, not this fast. He needed to get away, his brain couldn't process this all. If he hadn't gotten her pregnant, then it was… it was Stefan. As soon as this realization popped into his head, he let go of the wall that was holding back his tears, he ran out the room downstairs and found a bourbon bottle hidden in the kitchen and drank straight from it. He needed to numb the pain. The girl he was madly in love with was carrying the babies of another man, the man he hated, the one that tried to kill him and Elena.

Damon managed to down a quarter of the alcohol, letting it sit in his mouth longer than it's supposed to, he let the liquid burn his throat before he saw Elena standing in the kitchen holding her arms around herself. He let their eyes meet, he saw a different girl standing in front of him. She was no longer the girl that he had gotten used to these days, he saw something in her eyes, pain, heartbreak, fear.

Elena watched Damon before eyeing the bottle, he never drank. Not like this, not this much, she had driven him to drive, and that broke her heart even more. She had hurt him once again, she didn't even know why he dealt with all the pain she caused him.

"D-Damon I-I am so so sorry. I-I never wanted this, I-I just wa-want you. I'll get rid of the bab… of them. We'll forget this ever happened."

As soon as Damon shook his head, Elena held onto the counter behind her feeling as though her knees could give out any second. She was really going to lose him.

Damon took one more swing of the bourbon, letting it slowly drip down his throat as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew exactly what he had to do, this was the right thing to do.

Damon wiped the tears that were dried off on his cheeks before walking over to Elena. He noticed a slight flinch, and it broken his heart that her immediate reaction was that he would hit her, he hated Stefan even more for that.

He gently placed his hand on Elena's stomach and heard a gasp come from her at the contact. Damon shut his eyes once more taking a deep breath before meeting sad doe eyes. "You won't get rid of our kids. Yes. They are mine, ours. I will be the father, not him, I am their dad."

Elena closed her eyes feeling her breathing hitch in her throat as Damon dropped to his knees, lifting her shirt up slightly and placed a soft kiss against her skin whispering quietly. "Hi there. I'm your daddy. I promise to protect you two and mommy. You are mine, but please… please don't look like him. I love you both."

Elena tangled her fingers in Damon's hair letting a smile form on her lips. Tears fell down both of their cheeks again, this time though they were happy ones. They would be starting a family together. Damon held Elena's hand walking back up the stairs closing the bedroom door behind them. They disappeared under the blankets, holding each other through the night, both of them dreaming of the family they would soon have, their family with their kids.