A NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS: I KNOW I'VE INUNDATED YOU WITH A LOT OF CHAPTERS IN THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS. IT'S BEEN A GOOD COUPLE OF DAYS FOR MY MUSE, I LOVE THOSE DAYS. IT SHOULD BE SAID THAT I AM SHOCKED THAT I LET KLAUS LIVE (I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO DIE, REALLY I DID, BUT THEN I REALIZED THAT HE'D DO ANYTHING TO SURVIVE, INCLUDING RUN SCARED). NEXT UP, I DO THINK THAT UNDER THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES THAT DAMON SALVATORE WOULD DRESS UP LIKE BIG BIRD. I SAID IT, I MEANT IT. PLUS, I KIND OF WANT TO SEE IT NOW.

THE FINAL CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFICTION ARE GOING TO BE BIG BAD FREE. I FELT THE NEED TO WARN EVERYONE. JESSA AND DAMON HAVE EARNED IT. DAMON ESPECIALLY. HE'S PLAYED HERO ENOUGH. NOW IS HIS 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER' TIME. SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR BIG BADS. SORRY. DRAMA, PERHAPS. BIG BAD, HERO HAIR STUFF, NO.

ONCE AGAIN, THANKS FOR READING. FEED ME REVIEWS.

Two weeks of honeymoon spoiled Jessa and Damon. They had such peace from spending time learning each other's ways. Not just bodies and sexual needs, but how they liked their mornings to begin. Jessa wasn't a morning person, which should have been the major tip off on the morning of her scones and fresh squeezed orange juice binge.

They learned what television shows they really liked to watch. Damon was open to new shows, but would turn on a dime. Jessa preferred shows that actually taught her something. She didn't really do mindless shows. Damon's goal was to introduce her to escapism television and movies. He found that in movies, Audrey Hepburn was a winner.

Books were always a winner with Jessa, while Damon was more interested in magazines. It worked, because they had both in abundance. The library was still their favorite room, barring their bedroom. It was were they went to relax.

Next came foods. Damon was still curious about Jessa's change in appetite. Suddenly she was ravenous. First she convinced him it was due to her more active lifestyle. Which made sense. They were having even more sex than usual. Then she tried to explain it as the fact that he was drinking from her. Also true, but not really all that much. He'd sip here or there, nowhere near as much blood as he'd take from a blood bag or human. And her appetite in comparison was exponentially larger.

After the pizza, not two hours later her stomach was roaring again. This time it was steak with a baked potato, broccoli, roll, and more tea. And then it kept going. She was eating more and more and more. He wasn't worried that she was going to gain weight or anything weird like that, it was simply not in character. And after the Martha Stewart morning, Damon was looking for any other changes. Her mother had given him a talking to, in his head of course, to tell him to watch for changes.

Here he was, as Jessa slept next to him, trying to decide if he felt like tattling to her mother. He was worried. This was so different from the Jessa he knew, what if something was wrong and he didn't share? Even if it was nothing, would it be better to ask and it be nothing than not ask and it be something?

Pulling out his cell, he quietly dialed as he moved to the bathroom. Her mother picked up almost before the first ring. As he quietly explained his fears, she listened and told him what she suspected, and he stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Letting her words sink in, he asked the first question that came to mind.

"Your book said we had to both want this?" He asked, accusingly.

She sighed. "Your marriage meant you did."

His grip on the phone was tight enough to break it so he had to force himself to loosen it. "You should have warned us." His voice was a hiss. "You should have told her or me."

"I know," she said, quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Too little," he snarled, keeping his voice low. "I'm going to have to tell her. You might want to stay clear. I'm not sure how she's going to take this. We haven't even had a chance to talk about it yet."

"Maybe her papa," she offered.

"NO," he said, cutting her off. "I'll take care of it. I'll let you both know when and if you're welcome again."

He hung up and set the phone down and clutched the basin. If he were being honest, he'd thought it might be this. Jessa was pregnant. Already. Looking in the mirror he considered what he had to do. They wanted children. Of course they did. He just wasn't sure NOW was when they want to start. He chuckled quietly. God had a hell of a sense of humor when it came to him and Jessa.

Damon walked back into their bedroom. She was still asleep. Her hair was fanned out behind her on her pillow. She looked so tiny. And inside her was his baby. His heart clenched. He'd give his life for her, and now he had another reason to live.

He crawled into bed beside her and felt her shift toward him. He opened his arms and she moved instinctively into them. She snuggled against his chest and his chin fell against her head. He could breathe her scent and it calmed him. They'd be alright. She was always the voice of reason and he'd be right beside her. It just always seemed to pile on. He felt her shift and start to wake up.

"Hey, you," she said. Her voice thick with sleep. She pulled back slightly so she could look up at him. "You left me."

"Only for a few minutes." He soothed. Cradling her face and giving her a kiss. "I had to make a call."

She looked confused and glanced at the window. Noticing it was still the dead of night. "It's still dark. Who'd you call?"

He thought about trying to put her off until morning, but that wasn't the type of relationship they had. "Your mother."

Jessa started to wake up for real. "Why would you call my mother in the dead of night, Damon?" She pulled away and sat up. Reaching for the bedside light, she turned it on. Blinking away the cobwebs, she turned to him for answers.

"I was worried about you, babe. You've been eating differently. And a little off kilter, so I wanted to check it out with your mother." He told her, being fully honest. "It turns out that I was right, you're not yourself."

"What do you mean, I'm not myself?" She asked, taking his hand. "I told you, between feeding you and our extracurricular activities, I have to keep up my strength. A little extra nourishment isn't all that odd."

He pulled her onto his lap, and stared deeply into her eyes. "You're right. It's not odd to have extra nourishment in your condition. You're pregnant, Jessa."

Jessa felt her eyes go wide. It couldn't be. They both had to agree. They BOTH had to be on the same page. There had to be permission. She could not be pregnant. She felt herself shaking her head. "I'm not, Damon."

"I spoke to Madeline, Jessa. Apparently, our MARRIAGE is the agreement." He said, smiling ruefully at her, knowing where her mind had gone. "It seems your mother failed to mention that part to us."

Jessa felt lightheaded. She fell forward, letting her forehead lay on Damon's chest. She allowed his scent fill her senses and calm her. It was too soon. They were only just starting out. And that was what her papa was alluding to. He'd known. He probably thought her mother had said something.

"A baby?" She said, muffled against his chest. "Are we even ready for a baby?"

Damon was rubbing her back, soothing her as best he could. "I'm not sure anyone is ever fully ready for a baby, Jessa. We'll try to be." He cupped her chin and tilted her head back so he could see her face. "I love you. It's sooner than we expected, and sure we hadn't started the conversation about a family of our own yet, but we know we want one, Jessa. We'll figure it out."

She smiled at him. Damon Salvatore, her rock. "I love you, do you know that?" She said, thickly.

"I think you might have mentioned it a time or two." He said, dipping his head down for a kiss. "We're going to be fine, Jessa. We have each other."

"And baby makes three," Jessa whispered.