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Minutes passed as Doctor Harris circulated the wand across her stomach, searching for something. Her eyebrows furrowed, causing a flame of worry to ignite inside Elena.

"Please, tell me what's wrong," Elena pleaded, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't lose her baby; it was the only thing keeping her from falling into insanity. Afraid to glance at the screen, she kept her eyes glued to the doctor's face, hoping to find some clue there.

Doctor Harris straightened her back, locking her eyes with Elena's, "I'm not picking up a heartbeat," Elena's heart froze, eyes widening. "Miss Gilbert, there's two heartbeats."

Fright turned her veins into iced faucets. She expected the absolute worst after becoming accustomed to death. First her beloved parents, then her aunt Jenna. Her arms fell to her sides, jaw slacked and eyes glazed over.

"T-twins?" Shock ran through her at the realization that she could actually speak.

The doctor nodded, eyebrows furrowed. She began to mentally prepare herself for a freakout from the patient.

Elena nodded, shifting slightly in her chair. "Dammit, Damon." She hissed, eyes directed towards the window where the sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the blinds. Her heartbeat was racing a million miles an hour, mind rapidly trying to access the situation.

The door flung open with a flick of her wrist, her dangerous hybrid mix of confused anger and joy flowing through her. She was overcome with the urge to rip a certain somebody's head off, in fact her hands had begun to ache from the necessity of it.

Flagging down a taxi, she hopped into the car, slamming the door shut with force. The driver eyed her through the rearview mirror, giving her a nasty glare.

"Where to?" He spat, eyes directed back to the bustling road.

She kept her head hung low, slumping down in the seat as she gazed out the window, "Upper..." She trailed off, a sudden idea webbing inside her mind, "Bae Records, Lafayette Street."

Caroline rested her head against the bricks of the wall, feeling her scalp immediately cooling from the thirty-degree weather. Once Anthony dropped her off at the apartment building, she sat on the front steps, ignoring the pestering from the doorman constantly asking her, 'Are you alright, ma'am?'

With her arms wrapped around her knees, she gazed up to the clouds, wishing she could be like one of them, constantly floating around. What a life that would be.

Reality came crashing down on her when the door to the building slammed shut, drawing her from the dream world. She cleared her throat, sitting there for a few more seconds before slowly standing up, much to the doorman's relief.

He eyed her warily beneath his cap, to which she called out, "Think I'll take a walk." He nodded before flagging down a taxi for a person.

Her feet guided her down the sidewalk, further and further she ventured. Before she knew it, she was coming upon the luxurious streets of New York. Passing by the theater district as well as Chinatown and Little Italy, she ventured onto Lafayette Street, seemingly drawn there. The second building in, she nearly broke down.

Just down the street she spotted Bae Records, in all its glory and a black Ford Crown Victoria still parked out front.

Damon rattled his knuckles on the Oak door, hoping to be called in. There was a brisk 'Come in' spoken, and he swiftly opened the door before stepping into the boardroom. Mickey sat in the furthest chair, larger than all the others. His plucked eyebrows, abnormally high on his face, were furrowed, pouty lips drawn down.

"Damon, take a seat," One of the company's associates gestured to the seat opposite of him. Damon, in his leather jacket, took the seat, watching Markus while doing so. His bandmate was sat on the other end of the table, wringing his hands with his head hung low.

A balding man with a handlebar mustache cleared his throat before speaking, "As we all know, the previous days have been very difficult for not only Markus, but for the company as well. The tabloids have been all over the purported affair Markus has had with Victoria Donovan."

There were mumblings and grumbles from around the table, another man calling out, "Who exactly is this Victoria Donovan."

Mickey placed his chin in his hand before gesturing towards his assistant to speak up. She frantically jumped to her feet, "Victoria Donovan, commonly called Vicky, is the heiress to the Donovan Enterprise fortune."

"So, a spoilt child, then?"

"A child looking for attention, that's what she is."

Damon glanced towards the faces of those talking before looking towards Markus who remained strangely silent.

Damon shifted, "Markus," His eyes remained directed towards the table, "Markus, look at me."

The man slowly lifted his gaze, the room growing silent.

Damon inhaled sharply, "Is it true? What the papers are saying?"

Markus looked back towards his hands on the table.

"Did you or did you not cheat on Caroline?" Damon bit out.

Markus snapped his gaze up, eyes ablaze, "I did, okay? I fucking regret it, but I did it!"

The room remained deadly silent for a good minute, everyone accessing the situation.

The associate stood, pacing the floor, "Oh, this is not good, not good at all," He spun towards Markus, "Do you realize how screwed we are now? We could possibly lose sponsors over this, big cases that we need, Markus! Not to mention Serpenti will lose its image."

Mickey stood before briskly walking out of the room, his secretary close on his tail. Damon, shocked and angered, followed suit.

She turned in the opposite direction when the raven haired man walked out, not wanting him to spot her. Once the coast was clear, she spun back around and waited. This was the only way, since she had no other options.

The door slammed open, passersby staring and surprised the door did not shatter. Markus stormed out, face red and fists clenched. Caroline pushed through the throngs of rushing people, grabbing his coat rather roughly.

He very nearly punched her square in the nose before realizing who it was. His entire face softened, eyes a window to his soul. And she couldn't care less.

"Is it true?" She spat, her grip increasing on the shoulder of his coat.

He searched her face, looking for any signs of hurt. He found it in her impossibly-blue eyes, right on display for him to see. "Care, I-"

She immediately cut him off, "Don't ever call me that again."

He winced, "I'm so sorry, Caroline."

"Just tell me the truth, dammit!" She yelled, gaining the attention of passersby. There was the familiar click of a camera going off, yet the two were too lost in each other.

He swallowed the knot in his throat, choking out, "Yes," His heart shattered when her face fell, hand falling to her side and bottom lip trembling, "Oh, Care, I'm so fucking sorry."

She slapped him across the face, and he barely even flinched, knowing fully well that he deserved it. He had been preparing for this moment ever since the regret set in.

She looked him dead in the eyes, "I hate you." And stormed off.

He froze, legs practically dead. He had something so perfect, and he had to go and screw it all up.

The answering machine was flashing by the time Damon arrived at his apartment. Flinging his keys into the bowl on the counter, he pressed the button and attentively listened as the robotic voice announced that there was a message waiting.

"Damon, it's Elena. Listen, I really need to talk to you," There was silence, and he began to fear that that was the end of the oblique message, "Please call me as soon as you get this."

The machine beeped before he tore off towards the closest phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Damon."
Silence before an intake of breath.

"I went to the doctor's today-"

"Why? Are you okay? Is something wrong with the baby-"

"Damon, nothing's wrong with the babies."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing is wrong with the- Did she say...

"Babies?"

Silence.

"We're having twins, Damon." The line went dead just as Damon's heart stopped beating.

"Twins?" He asked the empty room, hand dropping the phone onto the wooden floor.

There was the sound of feet thudding against the wooden floor before a voice called out, "Whoa, man, did you score some twins?"

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but at least I got everything I wanted in there. Not much of Anthony (he was the one to ask the last question), but we're making some progress.

Don't worry, all the couples are still taking baby steps, minus MarkusXCaroline. They took a giant leap back. I was actually going to use the Vicky plot with Damon and Elena, but you all love them so much that I just couldn't do it.

I had someone ask me if my last name is actually Stark. No, it is not.

So my husband and I have thought about names for our son, and we're thinking about naming him Hayden James.

Next Chapter will be written by Jocelyn!