Mary burped happily after finishing another bottle. Damon lifted it from her lips, shaking it slightly to see how much was left, and set it aside sufficiently satisfied the baby was well fed. Purse in hand, Bonnie dug through the bags Matt brought, and under the cushions on the couch searching for her keys.
"Where do you think you're going?" Damon asked, stretched out on the sofa. Mary sat on his knee, leaning back against his chest happily shaking Bonnie's car keys in front of her face.
Bonnie raised and eyebrow and looked towards the door. "Home?" she said.
"You wouldn't be bailing on us, would you Bon Bon?" he frowned dramatically and held Mary up beside his face in an attempt to endear Bonnie into staying.
She rolled her eyes and stepped over to where Damon was sitting and reached for the keys in Mary's pudgy hands. Mary pulled them away and gave an unhappy squawk, and wailed when Bonnie finally maneuvered them out of her tight grasp.
"Aww, see Mary wants you to stay too," Damon held the screaming baby out to her. "One night? For her?"
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him, but scooped Mary up into her arms and handed her keys over reluctantly. The baby accepted them back happily, moving on to gnawing them. Bonnie pulled a disgusted face while Damon smirked.
Damon went to find the bassinet buried deep in Salvatore storage, leaving Bonnie to dress Mary in her pajamas. She brought the baby up to Damon's room and laid her out on the bed. After a few tries, she got the footie pajamas upright, buttons completely undone and laid on the comforter beside Mary. Now all she had to do was get the baby in them.
Easier said than done. Mary giggled and laughed, turning crawling away from Bonnie into a game. Anytime an arm got squished in, a foot popped out. For a miraculous moment she thought she had won, until she realized every single button was one off and she had to undo them and start. All. Over. Again.
Mary wiggled out of her grasp once again and Bonnie lunged across the bed to pull Mary back over. She laughed loudly as she slid back to the edge of the bed and Bonnie couldn't help but join in. Eventually all limbs were in, and as she clipped all the buttons up over the baby's tummy she blew a loud raspberry on her belly. Mary giggled and kicked and crawled away to sit by the pillows.
Bonnie ran a surprisingly tired hand through her hair and watched as the baby rolled around drooling on Damon's pillows.
He appeared moments later placing an ornate bassinet in the doorway. "I can put you two in the room next door," Damon offered, and picked up Mary's bed again.
Bonnie crossed her arms. "Wait, why do I get the overnight shift?"
"Because you're the-"
"Damon, I swear to God if you say woman, I'll-"
"-human," he finished. "You're like, a living breathing blood bottle."
She shook her head. "No way, she's your responsibility. You do the overnight feedings," Bonnie squared her shoulders, ready for him to argue.
Damon pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes, gears turning in his head trying to think of a way out of this. "Fine," he finally said, rubbing his hands together, "sleep in here. We'll take turns – deal?"
"Fine," Bonnie agreed reluctantly. She dug through the nearest dresser and pulled out one of Damon's shirts to sleep in.
"I might still have something of Elena's you could borrow," Damon offered.
Bonnie shrugged. "This works," she said and motioned for Damon to turn around while she pulled his shirt on. He pulled the bassinet in the room and dragged it around to Bonnie's side of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged innocently.
She coaxed an increasingly sleepy looking Mary back over to the side of the bed and pulled her up into her arms. Mary laid a sleepy head on Bonnie's shoulder and grasped a fist of Damon's shirt into her tiny hand. Bonnie swayed gently and Mary's breathing slowed.
Damon flipped through a book on his side of the bed absent mindedly, watching the pair out of the corner of his eyes.
"Is she asleep?" Bonnie mouthed, the words coming out barely more than a whisper. He nodded, a careful smile spread across his face as he watched Bonnie gently lay the baby down in the bassinet, and tenderly tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear.
Bonnie climbed into her side of the bed and he promptly offered a silent air high five before turning off the light and sliding under the covers. It was the first time since the 1994 prison world that they'd shared a bed, but Damon quickly discovered Bonnie was still a notorious blanket hog.
It started a few hours later with soft whimpers coming from where Mary slept. Bonnie's eyes slowly fluttered open and adjusted to her surroundings. She could see the baby sitting up, her shape silhouetted by the moonlight shining through the windows. As if Mary could sense she was awake, she started crying miserably.
Bonnie nudged the deadweight beside her that was a sleeping Damon. He muttered something and rolled over. Bonnie glared at his shape in the darkness and elbowed him harder in his ribs. Damon groaned.
"You're up first," she tried to push him off the bed with no success. Without opening his eyes, he pushed her off him and mumbled something that sounded a lot like "bite me", but it was hard to tell over Mary's increasingly loud crying.
Fed up, Bonnie burst a couple aneurysms. That got his attention.
"What the hell, Bonnie?" he sat up clutching his head.
"Bottle," she instructed, her voice still rough from sleep.
Damon groaned again. Instead of walking downstairs to heat up some blood in the bottle warmer he leaned across the bed, reaching for the bassinet. His weight pressed against Bonnie, pinning her to the bed as he dragged Mary beside them. She made to smack him to get him off of her, but Damon caught her hand by the wrist and grasped it gently, but firm. Her breath hitched.
Damon watched her stare up at him as he let go. He rolled off of her back to his side, and curled his arm around the pillow. "Stick your arm in the crib," he mumbled, already half asleep.
Bonnie weighed her options, but her tiredness won out and she tentatively offered Mary the arm that was previously hanging over the side of the bed. She winced as the vampire's teeth broke her skin, but laid her head back down as Mary began to suckle from her wrist. The baby drank until she fell back asleep, and Bonnie deftly slipped her arm out of her grasp careful not to wake her. She drifted off shortly after.
Bonnie woke up entirely too early judging by the dim sun light shining through the windows of Damon's bedroom. She sat up and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand.
"Morning sunshine," Damon greeted, and flipped the page of a book propped up by his knees. In his other arm Mary was cradled soundly drinking from an actual bottle. Damon reached over with his free hand and lifted a mug from the bedside table over the book and baby's head, offering it to Bonnie wordlessly.
She cupped it in both hands and inhaled the scent of the fragrant tea. "Thanks," she smiled gratefully and took a sip. Bonnie leaned her head against the headboard sleepily. "I didn't even hear her wake up," she reached over and tickled one of Mary's feet. Mary kicked her hand away gleefully.
Damon shrugged and flipped another page. "You were up with her last night, I thought I'd take the morning shift," he said, "I can go get breakfast started if you'd like."
Bonnie took another sip of her tea and shook her head. "I'm not ready to be up yet," she curled up beside him clutching her mug and reading over his shoulder. Mary pushed her bottle out of her mouth indicating she was done, and crawled over to Bonnie, nestling herself in both her caretakers' grasps.
Bonnie stroked Mary's hair absentmindedly as Damon began reading aloud from his book to the two of them for the rest of the morning.
I'm really enjoying writing these! I don't generally go for fluff but here we are. I have a list of ideas for a few more chapters but if you have any prompts you'd like to see hit up the reviews or my tumblr ask (url nemily)! I'll give you a s/o on my blog and here if I end up using your idea - hope you enjoyed!