Date: April 12th | Three months along.

Dear Diary: I've come to the conclusion that I'm not supposed to wear heels during the pregnancy... ever. Which is painful for me, since all I own are heels. I've resorted to borrowing Elena's flats, which is sad, because we just found out that Elena is only four weeks pregnant and she can still wear heels. It's been two months since the wedding, and I couldn't be happier than I am now. Who wouldn't, with Damon Salvatore bringing you breaksfast every morning? In fact, I'm sitting here, writing this as he prepares breaksfast downstairs. It's such a weird feeling, being married, pregnant and human, all in a few short months. I've been a vampire for so long, sometimes I still find myself shielding my skin from the sun, only to realize that I am no longer a slave to the sun. The baby has been good. I've finally come to terms with the morning sickness and I've found a way to overcome it too. Grey or Caroline would give me a vial of their vampire blood and it would get rid of the morning sickness. At first, Damon wasn't too fond of it, but he was happy to obey my pregnant attitude, ha. Anyway, I hear him coming up the stairs, so I'll write more later.

Eva closed her diary and stuck it beneath her pillow just as Damon came into the room.

"Smells delcious." She grinned as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Fresh strawberries, freshly squeezed orange juice, toast with some his own specialtly of scrambled eggs. Her favorite. "Looks delicious too." She picked up a strawberry and bit into it. Damon's hand slipped under her silk night gown, caressing her barely swollen belly. They sat there in perfect silence, just enjoying each other's company. "You know, I'm fully capable of driving to the doctors, instead of them coming here." Eva mentioned, biting into another strawberry after a moment of silence.

"Absolutely not." Damon argued. "I'd rather you not drive."

"Oh, here we go." Eva muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

Since she told him, he'd been nothing but a dotting soon-to-be father, only now, it was getting on her pregnant nerves. He could trust her to carry his child safely, but not drive herself to the doctors? Eva rolled her eyes again.

"Stefan lets Elena go to the doctors."

"Stefan drives her."

"Why can't you drive me, then?"

"Because, I want you to be where I can see you."

"You can come in with, to the doctors."

"Why can't you just be patient with me?"

"Oh, Damon." She grinned, kissing him. "I am patient with you, but I can only be so patient. I'm tired of looking at the same four walls, just like I'm tired of you fussing over everything I do - not that I don't appreciate it - I just... need room to breathe, love. I would like to be able to get out of bed and walk without you following me, wondering when I'm going to trip." She held his face with her hands. "If you trust me enough to carry your child, trust me enough to be able to do things on my own without worrying."

"I'm sorry." Damon said after a moment. "I can't help it."

Eva grinned. "I know. I can see it in your eyes. You want to smother me."

He placed his hand back on her swollen stomach. "That I do."

"I'll make a deal." Eva replied. "How about a double date? I can get out, have some girl time with Elena and you can still keep an eye on me? We have a picnic in the park or something."

Damon contemplated this idea of hers. It wasn't a bad idea. It got her out of the house and he could still keep an eye on her. The only thing he had to do was get Stefan to agree to it. That wasn't a hard task, to be frank. But Damon would still have to convince his brother that it wasn't his idea to begin with. That was the hard task.

"Deal." Damon retorted.

"Good." Eva pouted. "I just need some fresh air."

Damon had kissed her then, taking her argument with her breath as he continued his assault. There was urgency in his kisses, like he could never get enough of them to sustain him for the day. When he finally let her come up for air, Eva blinked at him, breathing heavy.

"You are the devil himself, Damon Salvatore." She narrowed her eyes a him.

You're an addict and you don't want to be free.

It took her longer than it should have to get dressed, but only because she couldn't find something decent to wear with the flats that were Elena's. Finally giving up on the tenth outfit she tried on, Eva sighed heavily, hearing Damon call to her from the other side of the door.

"I'm coming!"

She pulled open the door, meeting his gaze as she walked past him.

"Something wrong?"

"I'd like to call off the deal. I look terrible."

"You do not."

Stopping, Damon came to stand beside her. She took a look at him, dressed in all black, looking as sharp as he did the day he turned back into a human, then looked at herself. They were complete opposites. She was in her last fitting pair of black leggings with a gray short sleeved shirt that went past her ass, completing the look with a pair of Elena's flats and some long over lapping necklaces.

"You look fine." Damon replied, wrapping his arm around her waist.

One look at Elena and you couldn't tell she was even a little over a month pregnant. The car ride was silent, for the most part. Stefan opted to drive with Damon in the passenger seat, while Eva sat in the back with Elena. "Where are we going first?" Elena had asked half way into the car ride.

"You'll see." Stefan replied.

Somewhere in that conversation, Eva had managed to doze off into a uncomfortable car ride slumber. She was awoken by Damon tapping her leg.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

Eva lifted her head just as Damon opened the back door. "Come on, you're going to be late."

"Late for what?"

Damon helped her out of the car. "Your doctor's appointment." When Eva gave him a pointed look, Damon explained further. "I changed the one that was for next week to today, since we were out."

Eva raised an eyebrow as she walked up the steps with Damon, Stefan and Elena staying behind in the car. "Why are you guys not coming with?"

"Elena doesn't want to impose." Stefan chuckled.

"It's a surprise." Damon replied as he held the door open for her. She walked through and went up to the receptionist, Damon right behind her.

"Check-up." He told the receptionist.

"Name?"

"Salvatore."

"Five minutes. Have a seat. Doctor will be right with you."

"I've been sitting for too long, I'll stand." Eva was still trying to stretch her stiff bones. The smell of a clean medical building was making her nose itch. It was too clean.

"Salvatore?" The same doctor that was usually coming to the manor was standing in the doorway. She let Damon and Eva pass as she held the door open. "What changed? Usually I'm coming to your house."

"She bugged me to get out." Damon grinned.

"It's nice to get some fresh air every once in awhile while you're pregnant."

"Ha." Eva retorted as she stepped into the room and sat on the cold table.

Damon stood next to the exam table, taking her hand in his.

"Lay back." Dr. Julia lifted up Eva's shirt once her back was on the table. Tucking a napkin into the hem of her pants, Dr. Julia excused herself for a moment.

Damon, however, didn't look surprised.

"What is she going to do?"

"We're going to find out what it is." Damon smirked. "I asked, when I called earlier, if it was possible."

Dr. Julia came back, wheeling in a cart. Smiling softly, she squeezed some cold gel onto her stomach. "Ready to find out?"

Eva nodded numbly, the sudden reality of knowing that there's a child growing inside of her becoming more and more pronounced. Rubbing the gell around her exposed stomach, Eva watched Damon silently as he searched the monitor, watching the unborn child move around at the intrusion. Wonder was in his eyes, that much she could see from his expression. It was cute, watching him watch his child - his fresh and blood - on the screen.

"Ah. There we go." Julia stopped moving the stick around and smiled at the two of them. She pointed her index finger at the screen, toward the spot that was the lower half of the small baby. "See? That right there, means it's a boy."

"It's a boy?" Damon questioned, to which Julia nodded.

Eva watched him grin lopsided.

"My son." Damon looked down at her. "Our son." He leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Do you want to hear the heartbeat?" Julia asked.

Both Damon and Eva nodded, listening as Julia flipped a switch on the machine before searching against with the stick, the little sound of a heartbeat finally sounding through the speakers. She hadn't realized she'd been crying until Damon's thumbs ran under her eyes, wiping them away.

"He's real." Eva whispered. "He's real, Damon and he's alive." More tears were flowing from her eyes as Damon kissed her softly.

Julia wiped the gel from her stomach and left the room to print out some pictures. As soon as the door was shut, Damon bent down and kissed her exposed stomach before pulling her shirt down and helping his wife sit up. Once they got the photos, they scheduled another appointment and left the building, walking back to the car. Damon helped her back into the car and it wasn't long before Stefan had asked how it went and Eva watched his expression carefully when Damon handed his brother the photos. First it was shock, then it was awe. Elena leaned over the driver's seat to get a good look at the photos.

"A boy?"

"Mhm." Damon grinned at his brother.

"Good, a boy to carry on the Salvatore bloodline." Stefan chuckled.

"Hey!" Elena smacked his arm.

Damon raised an eyebrow.

"She thinks she's having a girl." Stefan answered his unspoken question. "She has a 'feeling'."