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Again, the chapter may be a little short, and I'm sorry for it, but I think you'll enjoy it anyway!

Elena had gotten dressed in record time, as Damon had left, going into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She kind of felt bad that he'd cooked for them every morning since he'd moved in, but had to admit that it was a nice change.

Brushing on a little makeup, she pulled her hair up into a professional bun, and made sure everything was in place.

Once she was satisfied, she made her way to Chris's room.

Her son was still passed out, and she smiled at his sweet face.
It was hard for her to look at him and know that soon he would be a man, instead of her little boy.

She brushed her hand over his hair.
"Hey, sweetie. It's time to wake up."

Chris stirred some, as she shook him.

"Chris, come on, you're gonna be late for school."
He sat up, "What?"

"School...that thing you seem to occasionally forget about."
He nodded, "Yeah, sorry."

She smiled, "Just get dressed. Damon's making breakfast."
Chris rubbed his face, "Okay, sounds good."

She kissed his forehead, before standing to leave.

She found Damon in front of the stove, flipping bacon.
"Need any help?"

He looked back, smiled at her, then nodded, "Sure, you want to stir the eggs in that bowl?"
"Yeah," she walked over to the counter, and grabbed the bowl he'd mentioned.

As she stirred, she could feel his eyes on her.

"Staring is rude," she smirked, and then felt his hands on her waist.
"So is looking as good as you do," he shot back, planting a kiss on her exposed neck.

His hands gripped her hips a little harder, as his lips planted a path down to her shoulder, his tongue trailing.

"Mmhm," he purred, "You taste amazing."

"Down, Salvatore!" she commanded, with a laugh, as she turned in his arm.

With a smirk, he pressed himself against her, trapping her body between him and the counter, "How far down do you want me?"

She blushed at his comment, "You know that I didn't mean it like that."
"Yet, I don't hear you denying it either," he noted.

She shook her head, "You're a little full of yourself."
He laughed, "Again, not a denial."

She gave him a set look, "God, are you going to kiss me already or not?"

He grinned, satisfied, before leaning down and connecting their mouths.
His arms slid around her back, pulling her as close as possible.

She let her hands move from his chest and wrap around his neck, so she could run them through that silky hair of his.

He groaned his approval against her, his tongue darting out.
She opened to him, and he deepened the kiss, making her head spin.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, or just the way Damon kissed, but her thoughts grew scattered, and she felt dizzy.
But still, she kissed him.

"Hey, what's burning in he-"

Damon pulled away from her at the voice, and it took her a second to realize Christian was standing in front of them, with wide eyes.

Shit.

"Chris!" she exclaimed, her voice breathier than she would have liked, "We were um...we were-"

She looked over at Damon, who she could have sworn was blushing, but he was looking at Chris.
"Making breakfast," he finished for her.

She nodded, as Damon reached over to turn the stove off.
Chris seemed to be processing, "Oh. Breakfast. Right."

She couldn't read him, which made her nervous, but after a moment, he moved to the island and sat down, "So what are we having?"

Chris could feel the awkwardness in the air.

Though there was really nothing to be done about it, considering that he'd just walked in on his parents in a major liplock.

He'd been stunned.

Here he'd thought they were skating on the edge, only to find them "full force in the throws of major passion", or however April described it.

It was a little unsettling, and the image felt fried into his brain.

Damon pressed against his mother, her all wrapped around him, as they made out like two teenagers.

But it was different.

Something about the way they were pressed together, it was different than all the horny kids at school who'd have makeout sessions in front of the lockers.

This seemed more personal...intimate, almost.
They'd been kissing each other, not as if they wanted to, but like they had to.
As if it weren't even a choice.

He blinked as Damon set a plate of food in front of him, and mumbled a thanks.
It looked amazing as usual, though the bacon was a little crisp.

Perhaps that had been the burning smell.

He shrugged, taking a bite, before realizing that his mother was still staring at him.
He glanced up at her, and for a moment it seemed like she wanted to say something, but instead, shifted her gaze, moving to the sink to start on the dishes.

Yeah, getting out of here soon would be good; this silence was suffocating.
But they probably couldn't think of anything to say either.

He watched as they avoided his gaze, and each others, busying themselves with the food, and cleaning.
It was actually starting to become a little amusing.

They were acting like two kids that had just been scolded, and he hadn't even said anything.
What could he say?
What could they say, that would make this all less awkward?

He could mess with them so bad, and was half tempted to, but knew that that probably wouldn't help in the long run.

Luckily, Damon broke the silence, before he could focus on it too much more.
"What class do you have last period, Chris?"

"English today," he answered, "Why?"

Damon glanced hesitantly at Elena before clearing his throat, "I just thought that maybe I could pick you up early. We could go to the Grill before it gets crowded, shoot some pool, talk..."

He had to keep the smirk off his face.
Talk? Hmm, as if he didn't know what about.
His mother's blush was sign enough.

"Sure, sounds good," he admitted, "But I really should go wait for the bus."
"Is Tyler not picking you up today?" Elena asked.

He shook his head, "Nope, he has football practice this morning."
"Oh," she seemed to consider something, "I'll walk you out then."

He nodded, standing, and threw his bag over his shoulder, "See you later, Damon."

His father nodded, telling him to have a good day, before he followed his mom out the door.

It was obvious that she wanted to talk.
And by the way her hands wrapped around herself, he could tell it mattered a lot to her, to make her that nervous.

"You okay?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew what this was about.
She nodded as they reached the end of the drive, "Yeah. I just...look, about what you saw in there, with Damon, I'm sorry, Chris. I wasn't trying to-"

"Mom, it's fine," he stopped her, "I'm not upset."
She blinked at him, "You're not?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm not. I'm not even that surprised. I saw the two of you last night..."
Her cheeks were red now, and her voice came out a little desperate, "What did you see?"

"Damon in your bed," he answered, "I got up to get a drink and he wasn't on the couch. I...I was worried."

"Worried?" her tone was soft now.

"Yeah, that he'd...I don't know. Left or something. But his car was still here, so I walked down the hall...anyway, I saw him in your bed. I kind of figured that something was going on then."

She sighed, "I'm not exactly sure you could say that something's going on. But I want to be honest with you, Chris. No secrets."

He nodded, "I want that too, Mom."
She exhaled, "Then answer something for me."

He waited.

"Would you hate it if I decided to give Damon another chance?"

Chris thought about that for a second.

His first response was to tell her to go for it.
He wanted them together, he knew that now, but there were a few things to consider.

Like her getting hurt in the long run.
But April was right. His mother is a big girl, who can handle herself.

"Is that what you want?" he asked instead.

She breathed, before nodding, "I think it is. I loved him, Chris, so much, and no one else has ever come close to making me feel that way since. And I think that there might still be something between the two of us. I'd really like to find out, but you are my first priority, baby, always. If you don't like it, then that's that. It's your life too."

He nodded, before moving to hug her, "If it's what you want, then I'm okay with it. If you're happy, I'm happy."

He swore her shoulders loosened as the tension left them, "You're sure?"
She pulled away to look at him.

He nodded his head, "I swear. All I've ever known about Damon is what I've been told, but that's changing, and I like it. I like having him in our lives...just, promise me you'll be careful. You're my priority too, Mom."

She chuckled a little, just as they heard the bus turn onto their street.
"I promise," she agreed, patting his cheek, "I love you, Christian."
He smiled, "Love you too."

He turned to get on the bus then, as she waved goodbye.
His mind felt as relaxed as her face now looked.

Things were probably about to change.

Okay, so getting caught in a hot make out session? ;)

Lol, things are gonna move forward a little easier now!

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