Song: Carrie Underwood~ Good Girl
Chapter 9
EPOV
Hey, good girl (hey, good girl)
With your head in the clouds
I bet you I can tell you
What you're thinkin' about
You'll see a good boy (you see a good boy)
Gonna give you the world
But he's gonna leave you cryin'
With your heart in the dirt
His lips are dripping honey
But he'll sting you like a bee
So lock up all your love and
Go and throw away the key
Hey good girl (hey, good girl)
Get out while you can
I know you think you got a good man
I wake up to my phone blaring this song and I automatically know who it is. I specifically put this as his ringtone so I can keep reminding myself to stay away.
I look at the time and my head screams in confusion. I look down at my phone in my hands and see his name flashing on my screen.
Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won't you open up your eyes?
It's just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go, go...
Better listen to me
He's low, low, low...
Hey, good girl (hey, good girl)
You got a heart of gold
You want a white wedding
And a hand you can hold
Just like you should, girl (Just like you should, girl)
Like every good girl does
Want a fairy tale ending, somebody to love
I finally touched the answering button, "Hello?"
I hear screaming in the back ground. "Elena I'm so sorry to wake you up at like 3 in the morning. But I've tried everything for two hours. Nothing is working and I really need you right now. I seriously have no idea what to do. Can you please come over? I'll pay you extra."
I hear the screaming pitch rise and I finally make it out as my name. "Of course Damon. I'll be right there."
"Thank you so much."
"I'll be there in ten."
I hang up and pack some clothes for the next day and rush to my car. I already have a feeling I won't be coming back till later tonight.
I get out of my Mini-Cooper and knock on the door. I seriously need to get a key to this place. The door opens no sooner than I knocked with a tired looking man holding a red faced baby. Damon's hair is sticking up in all places, bags under his eyes, and red eyes probably from rubbing them too much in frustration.
"Well you look like shit." I say with a laugh. Damon gives me a glare and I walk into the house like it didn't faze me. I take Bryan in my arms. I hold him close to my body and whisper in his ear that everything is alright and that I'm finally here. I rub his back and soon his screeching turns to sniffles.
I sit on the couch and motion for Damon to sit down.
"I don't know what I did wrong. One minute he was waking up and I knew it was time for him to eat. So I finished feeding him but when it was time to change his diaper he started to scream and cry and yell for you and I tried to change him but he wouldn't let me and now he might have a diaper rash and then I'm going to look like a horrible dad and I don't know what I did wrong. I use to be able to change him just fine."
Damon was stumbling over his words, talking fast, and looking upset.
"Did you give him a toy to play with while you changed him?"
Damon looks at me quizzically and shook his head no. I gave a sigh of guilt. "I'm sorry. I probably got him used to it. He was being a little difficult the other day when I was trying to change him. So I did what I used to do with my brother when he wouldn't let me change him. I gave Bryan a toy to play with to distract him from what I was doing. It helped so…I did that every time I changed him. I'm so sorry it turned into a problem."
And for the first time that night Damon gave a little smile. "It's not a problem. It's good to know actually. Wish I would've known because then I wouldn't have had to call you in the middle of the night and make you rush over here in such a hurry that you forgot to even change."
I look down at what I was wearing and instantly became embarrassed. I was still in my black sophie's with my tight red tank top. Talk about modesty!
"Oh crap, I'm so sorry. I just heard Bryan crying and instantly came. I brought clothes because I didn't think I'd get the chance to go back home, I can change into that."
"Elena don't be ridiculous. Bedhead suits you well."
I pushed his shoulder and his smile widened. "Well since you are here, can you change him before he completely falls asleep on you."
I got up and started for the stairs. "Where are you going?"
"Huh to his room. He has a changing area there and it'll be so much easier than down here."
"Oh right." Damon then stands up and starts to follow me to Bryan's room.
I lay Bryan down on the changing table and give him a Lego to play with. I quickly change his wet diaper and just in case I put anti-rash cream all over. I get Bryan all settled and then pull him back into the safety of my arms. His baby blue eyes looking up at me and I smiled feeling the love for him consume me. I kiss his forehead and lay him down in his crib. "Night sweetie."
I turned to leave and crash into a hard body. "Oops sorry." He rested his hands on my hips and gave me his signature smirk. "Don't be."
As soon as he touched me the mood changed from lighthearted to serious. I need to just lay down the law.
I sighed and stepped out of Damon's warmth. "Damon…this can't happen." I look at his face and recognize it falls.
"I know."
"It's just that…wait you do?"
"Yeah I do. It's not right. Katherine needs me and Bryan needs me and obviously Bryan needs you in his life and you're young. I can't ask for you to take on and adults job. You still need to grow up. Trust me I get it."
"Wait are you saying that I am not ready to be a mom?"
"No that's not what I'm saying at all. You are young and you have so much more you can do before responsibility takes over. You should go out and have fun. It'd be wrong to do this to you. I mean yes I want you. God knows I do. I'm not a cheater. You sure as hell ain't a cheater. It'd be wrong to change us into that kind of person. So boss and babysitter again?"
I just stood there. Staring at him. All of a sudden him thinking I wasn't capable of taking on the role of having Bryan as a son pissed me off and made me feel a longing in my stomach. But he was right, this is wrong.
"No. But I can be your friend." I'll have to settle for that.
"Sure. Now it's late. You can use the guest room to sleep in; it's the room right beside this one. I'll see you in the morning." He gave me a smile goodnight and then walked out of the room.
What the hell just happened?