Elena's P.O.V

I didn't want to stop. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I would have been able to. I had been thinking of a night like this for months. I had been thinking about being pinned under him as our lips were locked. It was as if he couldn't pull away.

"Damon…" I moaned as his lips moved to attach to the sensitive spot on my neck. I could feel him smirk as he continued to kiss my skin, nipping at it with his teeth occasionally.

I grabbed his hair a minute later, needing to kiss him again. I pushed my lips against his in a passionate manner. His hands wrapped around my waist and I gasped as he pulled us both up farther on the bed. I threw my head back onto the pillows as we continued to kiss and found my hands travelling to the bottom of his shirt. Once I grabbed onto it, my hands stopped.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him, taking deep breaths. He looked back down at me and I felt myself getting lost in his eyes.

"What are we doing, Elena?" he asked. I almost groaned at how rough his voice sounded.

I licked my lips and shook my head. I didn't know. I couldn't give him an answer.

"I need an answer," he continued to speak.

"I can't give you one," I whispered. I turned my head away from his intense gaze, finding it hard to breath. As I looked at the wall, I felt his hand touch my cheek gently. I turned back to look at him as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine in a way he never had before. It was soft and brief. It was a kiss you wouldn't expect from him. My eyes fluttered shut and only opened moments later when I heard him chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him.

"You," Damon grinned.

"What did I do?" I suddenly started to feel embarrassed.

"Nothing, except for look insanely adorable."

I blushed as I looked up at him and felt the corners of my lips turn upwards. I leaned up a little to brush my lips against his, just like he had done to me moments ago. He slid his hand to the back of my neck so I couldn't pull away as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid along my lower lip and I moaned. We were back into kissing heatedly, his hands tangled in my hair while my hands gripped at his shirt.

"Take it off. I know you want," Damon smirked as he continued to kiss me.

I rolled my eyes and pulled away to rip his shirt over his head. I tossed it to the side and stared at his chest for a moment, desire filling my entire body. I looked up to see him smirking still.

"Like what you see?" Damon asked.

I pushed him gently and he laughed as he grabbed my wrists in his hands gently. He tugged me up against his bare chest and continued to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I smiled, allowing him to press me into the bed again.

"You have way too many clothes on," he muttered.

"I think I'm good," I said in a teasing voice.

"I disagree," Damon whispered in my ear. His hands inched down towards the end of my shirt and I held my breath as he pulled the shirt up slowly. He pulled it up but stopped suddenly. I pulled away from the kiss as Marie started to scream in her cradle. I pushed Damon off, jumping off the bed as I pulled my shirt back down.

"Alright, Marie," I sighed. I pushed my hair out of the way as I bent down to pick her up.

"I'll get her bottle," Damon said.

I nodded my head. As he left the room and headed downstairs, I started to rock back and forth as I held Marie. She continued to cry and I whispered to her in a soothing voice, "Alright, baby. Mommy's got you. Daddy's going to get you a bottle. Does that sound good?"

She continued to cry and I shut my eyes. I continued to rock back and forth for a couple of more minutes before Damon came back in.

"Do you want me to feed her?" he asked in a low voice.

"No," I shook my head and reached out with a hand to grab the bottle. Once I had a tight grip on it, I moved over to sit down on the bed. I sat up and held Marie as I began to feed her. At first she fought me, but she eventually gave in and began to drink. I took a deep breath and looked up at Damon with a small laugh, "Still think she's the best baby ever?"

He laughed with me as he sat down on my bed. "All babies cry when they're hungry. She's still the best baby ever," Damon grinned at me.

I found myself smiling back a little as he grinned and pulled my eyes away from his. I looked down at Marie and whispered, "You have Daddy wrapped around your little finger, baby girl."

"She's not the only girl who has gotten me wrapped around their finger, Elena."

I took a deep breath when he said that. I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his, but I felt all air leave my body when I did. I had never seen his eyes so blue. They were filled with hope, vulnerability, and something I had never wanted to admit to myself until recently: love.

Damon loved me. It wasn't Mystic Fall's greatest secret. I used to push the idea of him loving me out of my mind. I couldn't see how someone like Damon could love anyone, so I ignored his feelings. I continued to act as his friend, never taking things too far. Despite all of that, I would be lying if I said I never thought of how him and I could be.

In the past few months, I caught a glimpse of what could be if we were together. Obviously it all started the night we slept together. I could feel my body react instantly as I thought of how well our bodies fit together. His hands fit in mine perfectly and as I thought of that, I looked down at his hand resting next to my leg. I thought of how my name rolled off of his tongue as he moaned. I thought of how he held me as we both reached our climax. His arms wrapped around me tight, making me feel safe. We were both drunk, but I couldn't say that I didn't feel anything.

It was so easy being around him when I was pregnant. He made me feel comfortable. Damon took care of me. We definitely grew closer during those nine months. Things were rough for us but that didn't matter. It didn't matter because at this point in time, things could only get better for us.

"Elena," Damon said.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him.

"Are you alright?" he chuckled.

"Yeah," I shook my head as I lifted Marie to burp her. I rubbed her back before patting it gently, trying to get my thoughts straight.

"You kind of zoned out on me."

"Sorry," I bit my lip. "I was just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?" he asked in a soft voice.

Lying was pointless. I couldn't lie to him. I cleared my throat before saying, "Us."

I looked up at him slowly, nervous to see his reaction.

He licked his lips before saying, "What about us?"

"Just about how far we've gotten," I continued to speak. Marie burped and I moved to hold her in my arms again. I gave her bottle back and exhaled before looking back at Damon. "We hated each other. You wanted me dead. I wanted you to leave town."

"I'm failing to see how these thoughts were good…" Damon frowned.

"Why do you automatically think all thoughts of you are good?"

His frown was gone instantly and replaced with a smirk as he said, "Because I'm Damon Salvatore."

"I'm trying to be serious, Damon," I sighed.

He started to laugh and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Continue."

"I was trying to say that we went from being on horrible terms to this. We have a baby, Damon," I said as I looked down at Marie. "She's one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me."

"One of the things? What are the other things?" Damon asked.

I took a deep breath. This was it.

"Her Father is one of the other things," I said in a soft voice.

Our eyes connected and I gave him a small smile. His face was blank, causing me to worry. I started to panic. What if I had said the wrong thing? I continued to stare at him, hoping he would say something soon. His eyes lit up suddenly as he began to smirk.

"I heard her Father is a bit of an asshole."

"Ha!" I laughed shortly. "Oh you have no idea. He is the biggest asshole I have ever met. He makes me want to pull my hair out and hit him repeatedly. He pushes me to the brink of insanity. He may have caused me to grow a few grey hair strands. He's sarcastic, cocky, irritating, and so many other things!"

"Alright, Elena. You're going a bit too far," he shook his head.

"Nope! Not finished!" I said to him. I couldn't stop now. "He does all of these things to me and sometimes I can't stand to be around him, but then he'll tell me that I look beautiful. He'll tell me a joke just to see me laugh. He gets up every morning an hour early before our daughter just so I can sleep and so he can have everything ready for her when she wakes up. He tries his best to get along with my family. He sits through Disney movies with me and even though he says he hates them, I know he's lying."

"Elena…" Damon whispered.

"You are one of the greatest things in my life, Damon," I gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry that I've been fighting this. I'm sorry that everyone has been stating the obvious and I just decided to ignore it. I'm sorry for putting you through the ringer. Things are different now. They've been different and I realized it the first time I saw you hold Marie."

A moment of silence passed between us and I took that moment to stand up so I could put Marie back in her cradle. I leaned down and rubbed her back a little before standing up straight. I turned around and bumped into Damon's hard chest. I looked up at him to see the same vulnerable look I had seen moments ago.

"Say it," he whispered. He reached up with a hand and rested it on my cheek. I leaned into his hand with a small smile and slid my hand over his. "I need to hear you say it, Elena. Even if it's just for tonight, even if you change your mind in a day or a week, or even in an hour, I just need to hear it once," Damon pleaded with me.

"I'm not going to change my mind," I shook my head. I stepped closer to him and leaned up, brushing my lips against his. I pulled away a second later and smiled up at him as I said the words he had been dying to hear, the words that I had needed to say for a while.

"I love you, Damon," I whispered.

Yay Delena! Boo, one more chapter!