Bonnie was adjusting a boutonniere on his lapel, a clipped red rose, when the pin had pricked her finger, and beads of blood began to bleed into his white pocket square.
Wincing, she jerked her hand away. He could tell she was anxious and ready to give up on the whole idea if he said the word.
He winked and took her hand into his and placed her bloody finger between his lips.
They were a scene to behold in the ancient chapel.
The vampire and his witch.
At the stroke of midnight he escorted the very pregnant Bonnie, looking like some Springtime Goddess in her snug white gown and braided hair, down the candlelit aisle to pledge his love and loyalty and all that jazz.
The priest cleared his throat and looked on at the pair with dazed eyes, "Do you, Damon Salvatore take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Smiling down at Bonnie, Damon experienced a rush to the head, an otherworldly feeling as he held her hands in his and he thought she was the most beautiful thing ever to soon belong to him with her crooked smile and big wondrous green eyes.
So this was bliss.
"I do."
Their housekeeper dabbed at her eyes and expressed her joy at their union in Italian under her breath.
At the villa they had cake and champagne.
Damon over served the priest and played rare jazz albums as they discussed everything other than how he liked to drink blood, while the housekeeper helped Bonnie unbraid her hair and toss petals on what was now to be known as her and Damon's marriage bed.
After the priest had given the housekeeper a ride back into town, Bonnie wanted to call Caroline and Stefan and give them the news, but Damon pulled her onto his lap and told her it would have to wait until the morning.
They sat under the moon in the backyard, her nestled under his chin and in his arms, as he drank from the expensive French champagne bottle.
"I've been thinking. After the squirt gets here, maybe we should think about moving back to Mystic Falls."
"When did you get so sentimental?"
And he considered her question thinking of a time before Katherine and all the blood and guts.
"I never thought it could be possible for me to have a wife, and a kid, and here I am. All domesticated. But a long time ago, I used to want to have a big family, like seven kids and I wanted to have a farm as grand as my father's, preferably bigger and without the captive help, but not far from Stefan. And I imagined our families spending gatherings and holidays together," He said, his voice trailing as he recalled that dusty memory, " Why are you giving me that look?"
Bonnie beamed at him, "Of course you would be the one to want a farm and wife and a passel of kids. I can't believe I missed that about you. I thought I was on to you. Damon."
"Pfft, on to me, baby?" He said, crinkling his face, " I'm Mr. Mysterious, there's a lot you don't know about me woman."
"Suuurrreeee, Damon. "
"I want that too, Damon. "
"You do?" He exclaimed, his voice cracking from excitement, "We could make Mystic safe, the coven doesn't know who I am from any other vampire, and there has to be a ton of magic you can pull from your ancestral land. It's there that we could secure a real home for our little family. And with Stefan, Goldilocks, Fur ball and Kid Sheriff there we could make it our very own haven.
She laughed, "Did you just refer to Mystic Falls as a haven? "
"You're right. I'm being delusional."
She laughed and tilted her head back to kiss her husband square on the mouth, "No, you're being hopeful and I love it."
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Rebekah is standing at the threshold of the opened front doorframe glaring up at him as he descends quickly down the stairs.
He slams the door behind him.
"Why the hell are you here?" He spits; grabbing her by the arm, ready to toss her off the front porch.
"Nice to see you too, Damon. You look like shit."
"You have exactly three minutes to tell me why you are here before I rip your heart from your chest."
He grimaces and his blue eyes darken as he notices the parked Mercedes sedan on the street with the limo-tinted windows.
The engine is still running and he can detect two heartbeats in the vehicle.
The icy- blonde rolls her eyes and bats Damon's hand from her arm, "He wants to see her, Damon."
"I don't care what he wants, Rebekah. Now turn right around and take your ass back wherever you were hiding. You are putting everyone at risk by coming here."
"The Garden Coven is dead remember? We were both the-
"Yeah along with my wife."
Car doors slam open and shut, the passenger side of the driver and the backseat.
Another blonde rounds the vehicle and walks up the driveway and behind her trails the other occupant of the car.
Damon barely acknowledges the other blonde as she explains that she is Rebekah's long lost sister and she's a witch and blah blah blah because all he can see is Bonnie, her crooked smile and her big wondrous green eyes approaching him on the face of a little boy.
Author's Note
SPOILER ALERT::::DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO RUIN THE STORY::::
I don't want to ruin the story for ya'll but considering this is one of the most emo stories I have ever written I thought I could at least assure some of you that Bonnie will be making an appearance again.
