Elena looked up from where she lay, glancing over at the sleeping form of the man next to her. The early morning sun cast a glow through the blinds on the window and the light shone onto the bedspread making lines from the blind slits. She heard the crickets outside the window, and she smiled in the still dark of the bedroom. _"Stefan. Oh Stefan. How much we've been through and still we're together and happy."_ Elena thought to herself. Love surged through her and she stroked his soft black hair, as he lay next to her, his arms around her petite waist. How she loved him. Love seemed too small a word. He stirred at her touch, but he still lay asleep.
Memories flashed through her mind. The first kiss they had shared, back in Virginia at the boarding house. That night in the clearing, when she'd been so blissfully joyful, just to be alive, to feel the air on her face, the grass between her fingers, to hear the birds' sweet songs. Oh just to breath again had been wonderful. But then the magnificent wonders had to end as she realized that everyone in Fells Church besides her friends thought she was dead. She could never tell her aunt or her little sister Margaret she was alive. How could she? So she and Stefan had decided to find a place of their own, while her friends back home could come visit.
When she had died she'd been a vampire. When she'd come back, well to say the least things had changed. While Elena wasn't a vampire, she was still immortal. The blood switch between Stefan, his brother Damon and her had still left traces of immortality, yet she needed no blood to survive. It was strange, yes, but with all she had been through, it seemed almost normal. Now in their house in a town located in Pennsylvania, with Stefan everything seemed perfect. She had eternity to spend with her husband and eternity to share his love.
God, she loved him. They were soul mates, a match never to be broken. Not even death had kept them apart. They were meant for each other and that was all that mattered. Once, she had almost chosen Stefan's brother Damon. It would be a lie to say she didn't love Damon, because she did. But she'd put him in the past. Stefan was her life and she didn't want to imagine an eternity without him in it. As far as she knew he'd be with her forever and she'd never give him up, for anyone. As she watched his chest rise and fall she sighed. Life was perfect, she'd tried so hard to put everything that had happened two years before behind her. Most of the time she focused on the present and put the past to the back of her mind in some far unreachable corner of her brain.
Stefan shifted again and Elena planted a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes fluttered, soon opening and he smiled. His beautiful lips curving, and his brilliant green eyes, the color of emeralds, gazed back into her own unique lapis-lazuli colored eyes.
"Morning sweetheart," she whispered. Stefan moved so he lay on his back.
"Mm, sleep well?" He asked her.
"Yup. I hope you did," she replied softly.
"I dreamed of you," Stefan told her, grinning. He propped himself up with one hand, leaning on his elbow.
"Oh really? Better have been me and not some other more beautiful woman," Elena teased.
"Of course it was you, silly. No one else radiates more beauty then the women I'm looking at," he told Elena, moving closer.
Elena smirked, leaning down, and kissed his soft lips. She didn't break the kiss until she felt she'd burst if she didn't. Pulling back, she lay her head on his chest, her blond hair spilling over him, her head moving up and down with his breathing rhythm.
"I love you, Stefan."
"I love you, too, Elena. I always will, you know that."
Elena lay there for a few more moments before she sat upright, pushing the sheets off her. She draped her long legs over the side of the bed and rose. Stretching she stifled a yawn.
"I'm going downstairs, I'm going to make myself some coffee. Relax for a bit okay?" She told him.
"I'll be down in a minute. I want to take a shower," Stefan stated.
"All right," Elena said, and walked off into the hallway, down the steps and then to the kitchen.
In the kitchen Elena sat at the table listening to the shower water from upstairs. An empty coffee mug was in her hand, and she got up and sauntered to the sink. There were a few dishes in the sink, left over from her dinner last night. Of course she had been the only one who had actually ate.
"Might as well wash these now," Elena mumbled to herself, picking up the blue sponge lying in a sink of soapsuds.
By the time she had finished, Stefan was bounding down the steps. Elena stood at the sink still, a china plate in one hand, and a dishcloth in the other. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist again, and she put the dish down on a dish rack.
He swayed her back and forth and she smiled and leaned back against him. She saw his reflection in the mirrored image in the window above the sink where she stood. His black hair was still wet in some places, while others were drying into wavy tufts of hair. He had on a cream colored loose fitting shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked extremely handsome, like always. He smelled clean too, like soap and shampoo.
Her mind began to drift, returning to the frequent nights of endless pleasures when they had made love for hours. She fought the many feelings the memories gave her as she shook her head wistfully as she thought of what she wanted so desperately.
"Stefan, I want a baby."
There was a pause in the rocking motion. Silence intervened.
"I know. But you know that's not possible."
She knew they could adopt, but that's not what she wanted. It wouldn't be the same. She wanted to feel the way a mother feels when she has life growing inside of her. Life that she helped bring into this world.
Stefan brought his chin down to the crook of her neck, resting it there.
"You know Bonnie would love that. So she could teach it some psychic stuff Alaric has washed into her brain now that he's been doing tests on her."
Elena let out a small laugh and smacked her husband playfully with the dishcloth. "Stefan!"
"What? You know ever since Meredith and Alaric got married, Meredith told you she didn't know what the man loved more: Her or his parapsychology."
Elena's smile then disappeared as suddenly as it came. "But we can't. Oh, Stefan." She sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry, you know I would like a baby, too. I'd make a pretty good father, don't you think?"
"Of course you would. I think, Mr. Salvatore, you'd make a wonderful father." She smiled gently.
Stefan brought his chin up and rested it on the top of her head, once again starting to sway her back and forth.
"Baby or no baby, I'll love you," he murmured, kissing her lightly on her head.
Memories flashed through her mind. The first kiss they had shared, back in Virginia at the boarding house. That night in the clearing, when she'd been so blissfully joyful, just to be alive, to feel the air on her face, the grass between her fingers, to hear the birds' sweet songs. Oh just to breath again had been wonderful. But then the magnificent wonders had to end as she realized that everyone in Fells Church besides her friends thought she was dead. She could never tell her aunt or her little sister Margaret she was alive. How could she? So she and Stefan had decided to find a place of their own, while her friends back home could come visit.
When she had died she'd been a vampire. When she'd come back, well to say the least things had changed. While Elena wasn't a vampire, she was still immortal. The blood switch between Stefan, his brother Damon and her had still left traces of immortality, yet she needed no blood to survive. It was strange, yes, but with all she had been through, it seemed almost normal. Now in their house in a town located in Pennsylvania, with Stefan everything seemed perfect. She had eternity to spend with her husband and eternity to share his love.
God, she loved him. They were soul mates, a match never to be broken. Not even death had kept them apart. They were meant for each other and that was all that mattered. Once, she had almost chosen Stefan's brother Damon. It would be a lie to say she didn't love Damon, because she did. But she'd put him in the past. Stefan was her life and she didn't want to imagine an eternity without him in it. As far as she knew he'd be with her forever and she'd never give him up, for anyone. As she watched his chest rise and fall she sighed. Life was perfect, she'd tried so hard to put everything that had happened two years before behind her. Most of the time she focused on the present and put the past to the back of her mind in some far unreachable corner of her brain.
Stefan shifted again and Elena planted a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes fluttered, soon opening and he smiled. His beautiful lips curving, and his brilliant green eyes, the color of emeralds, gazed back into her own unique lapis-lazuli colored eyes.
"Morning sweetheart," she whispered. Stefan moved so he lay on his back.
"Mm, sleep well?" He asked her.
"Yup. I hope you did," she replied softly.
"I dreamed of you," Stefan told her, grinning. He propped himself up with one hand, leaning on his elbow.
"Oh really? Better have been me and not some other more beautiful woman," Elena teased.
"Of course it was you, silly. No one else radiates more beauty then the women I'm looking at," he told Elena, moving closer.
Elena smirked, leaning down, and kissed his soft lips. She didn't break the kiss until she felt she'd burst if she didn't. Pulling back, she lay her head on his chest, her blond hair spilling over him, her head moving up and down with his breathing rhythm.
"I love you, Stefan."
"I love you, too, Elena. I always will, you know that."
Elena lay there for a few more moments before she sat upright, pushing the sheets off her. She draped her long legs over the side of the bed and rose. Stretching she stifled a yawn.
"I'm going downstairs, I'm going to make myself some coffee. Relax for a bit okay?" She told him.
"I'll be down in a minute. I want to take a shower," Stefan stated.
"All right," Elena said, and walked off into the hallway, down the steps and then to the kitchen.
In the kitchen Elena sat at the table listening to the shower water from upstairs. An empty coffee mug was in her hand, and she got up and sauntered to the sink. There were a few dishes in the sink, left over from her dinner last night. Of course she had been the only one who had actually ate.
"Might as well wash these now," Elena mumbled to herself, picking up the blue sponge lying in a sink of soapsuds.
By the time she had finished, Stefan was bounding down the steps. Elena stood at the sink still, a china plate in one hand, and a dishcloth in the other. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist again, and she put the dish down on a dish rack.
He swayed her back and forth and she smiled and leaned back against him. She saw his reflection in the mirrored image in the window above the sink where she stood. His black hair was still wet in some places, while others were drying into wavy tufts of hair. He had on a cream colored loose fitting shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked extremely handsome, like always. He smelled clean too, like soap and shampoo.
Her mind began to drift, returning to the frequent nights of endless pleasures when they had made love for hours. She fought the many feelings the memories gave her as she shook her head wistfully as she thought of what she wanted so desperately.
"Stefan, I want a baby."
There was a pause in the rocking motion. Silence intervened.
"I know. But you know that's not possible."
She knew they could adopt, but that's not what she wanted. It wouldn't be the same. She wanted to feel the way a mother feels when she has life growing inside of her. Life that she helped bring into this world.
Stefan brought his chin down to the crook of her neck, resting it there.
"You know Bonnie would love that. So she could teach it some psychic stuff Alaric has washed into her brain now that he's been doing tests on her."
Elena let out a small laugh and smacked her husband playfully with the dishcloth. "Stefan!"
"What? You know ever since Meredith and Alaric got married, Meredith told you she didn't know what the man loved more: Her or his parapsychology."
Elena's smile then disappeared as suddenly as it came. "But we can't. Oh, Stefan." She sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry, you know I would like a baby, too. I'd make a pretty good father, don't you think?"
"Of course you would. I think, Mr. Salvatore, you'd make a wonderful father." She smiled gently.
Stefan brought his chin up and rested it on the top of her head, once again starting to sway her back and forth.
"Baby or no baby, I'll love you," he murmured, kissing her lightly on her head.