A/N: Just wanted to get this part out, while it was on my mind.

"Damon." I gasped, immediately sitting up causing the room to spin about me. My head pounding at the influx of memories filling my mind.

"Damon?" Matt.

"You're mate?" Jenna.

"Did he do something?" Jeremy.

"Did something happen?" Vicki.

"Yes. Yes. No. And a lot." My eyes closed as I took a deep breath. "The picture and drawings. They . . . they made me remember."

"Remember what?" Jeremy asked.

"My life. Or lives, before this one. When I was Amina Jones and a century before that Amaryllis Salvatore, . . .Damon's wife."

"What!" they yelled.

"Magic. I think someone used magic on me."

"But I thought no one's magic could affect you but your own?" Vicki questioned

"No, magic still affects me it just can't be used to control me, making me do things I normally wouldn't. I think it happened before my change though." Maybe even before I woke up in this world. "Jeremy help me up, please"

It was as he did so that I noticed the weight around my neck. I felt the coolness of a chain around my neck and some sort of charm laying between my breast. I pulled it out only to find the very necklace Samuel Bennet had gifted me. The necklace I had worn when I died as Amaryllis Salvatore.

"Umm, no offense but. . . is it just my imagination or was that dress looser around the middle before?" Vicki spoke up hesitantly, her eyes focused on my stomach. My hand moved to feel it and I froze.

"Mom?" Jeremy spoke, his voice tight and brows furrowed. "Is there something you need to tell us?" But my breath was heavy, coming in rasps.

"Ames, sit down." Jenna moved to grab my arm pulling me back onto the sofa. "Breathe honey. Big breath in . . . out. In. . . out. In . . . and out." My breathing calmed and my mind raced to find an answer when suddenly the words of Samuel Bennet flowed through my mind. And I lifted the pendant up to my view.

. . .Capable of holding great power . . . . It is said that the holder of that specific stone could always reunite the owner with whomever they loved most.

Whomever they love most. I loved Damon absolutely at the moment of my death as Amaryllis but I was willing to give him up, to let him go for my baby if he could not treat me with the respect and love I had come to expect to be shared in our marriage. My baby held my heart the moment I'd learned of the pregnancy. I may have known of the baby I was carrying for less then 24 hours but did that truly matter?

The baby was my miracle. My little love, growing within me. It didn't matter. No matter how short the time was, it was just that. My mother of that life had always said there was no greater love then that of a mother. She was right because within seconds my love for this baby had surpassed any I'd ever experienced before. I hadn't given a thought to what people would say about me. Not a thought for how I would be viewed should I be the one to seek a divorce if Damon did not treat me right. All I cared for, all I wanted was for my baby to grow up safe, in a loving home. And while I wanted him to be there, whether Damon was or not, it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. All that mattered was my child.

"I'm pregnant, with the same baby I died carrying in 1864. Think he'll understand I'm pregnant with his baby from when we were both human, over a hundred years ago, after being reborn and him turned into a vampire?" I broke out with laughter at the ridiculousness that was becoming my laugh only for it to become a broken mess of sobs as the emotions of my past lives and the violence of my deaths came to mind.