Today must've been in the top five of Damon and Elena's scariest but best days.
Damon called me at three in the morning, and if Bonnie had not made me answer I wouldn't have gone out in the woods, calling and looking for the littlest Salvatore. The littlest Bonnie.
"What on earth made you think telling your daughter you and her mother used to be monster-vampires was a good idea?" I asked him, cringing in annoyance at a cracked branch under my boot.
"First, it was Elena's idea. Second, she couldn't live with essentially lying to Little Bon anymore. She hated that her adopted and biological parents hadn't told her sooner the secrets they kept from her. And she didn't want the same for her."
"What about Robbie?"
"Enzo, Robbie's four. He wouldn't remember." Damon chided.
"Hopefully it'll go better than this time. When did you figure out little Bonnie was gone?"
"Elena went to tell her it was dinnertime. Bon had us believing she was alright with it, she just wanted a minute to think things over. Turns out she's a lot like Jer, just climbed out the damn window. Should've had her room on the second or third floor."
"You don't have a third floor."
"I'd build one!"
"Look, Little Bonnie wouldn't have gotten very far. She's still human, and she's tiny. We'll find her, mate," I assured him. Damon huffed and set his jaw, looking behind the next big tree we came across.
"We shouldn't be making so much damn noise, she'll hear and just keep running. Poor baby will be starving and on the brink of pneumonia." Damon muttered.
"All the more reason for her to run in the direction of home," I reasoned.
"No, she's too scared of us right now. She'd go to Bonnie or to town. If she gets that far."
"Mate, no matter where Little Bonnie goes, she'll be alright. You're her father, after all."