Bonnie had no idea why they called it morning sickness, she was sick all the time. So much that she had to take a leave of absence from work. Damon stayed by her side the whole time and he was a little perplexed, she had morning sickness with her first pregnancy but this was different. He went to every doctor's appointment and told everyone he met that he was going to be a dad. He was so proud.

Things were absolutely perfect until in her 7th month of her pregnancy, the witches coven showed up to tell them that the news of the baby had leaked out somehow and that the child was in danger. Damon released a bunch of cuss words and wanted to kill everyone of them, until they told him they would use their magic to hide the baby and Bonnie until it was delivered safely. It would only last so long though before they would have to come up with another solution.

They'd decided not to find out the sex wanting to be surprised. " We never get any good surprises." Bonnie explained to the gang.

Bonnie gave birth to a healthy baby girl with Damon by her side, on a hot and boring night in August. No complications, in fact she was only in labor for 4 hours. The gang all gathered around Damon the proud poppa giving details like he was the one who gave birth.

"What's her name?"

" Emma Sophia Salvatore." Damon beamed. Everything was perfect, he had Bonnie, a healthy baby girl and all was well in the world. He should have known it wasn't going to last.

The first attack came one month after she was born. Their home, Bonnie's grandmother's home was burned almost to the ground by a pack of wolves after the baby.

Three days later on the way home from her first pediatricians appointment, some creatures Damon had never even seen before ambushed their car in broad daylight.

They fortified the Salvatore boarding house. Damon and Stefan calling in every favor they had, Tyler and Rebekah doing the same and still the attacks kept coming. Bonnie was exhausted. She and Damon had no time to enjoy the baby before another attack came. She contacted the witches. There was nothing to be done. This is the way things would be until she came into her powers.

3 months after she was born Jeremy was killed trying to protect the baby. Elena had lost her last remaining family member. Still they all wanted to protect Emma. Tyler lost half of his pack. Still they fought on. Damon and Bonnie would lie in bed with the baby between them, exhaustion written on their faces and watched over her. No sleep, no joy, no happiness, just war.

He saw it in her face the day she gave up. She asked Rebekah for a moment and Damon watched as Rebekah made a phone call. Three days later the originals arrived with the coven. They made a pact. Elijah and the originals would protect Emma, away from Mystic Falls. Bonnie and Damon would have to give her up. Damon protested vehemently, she was his baby, she was his to take care of, he was her father. Bonnie touched him lightly on the shoulder and whispered. "We have to let her go Damon."

So they did. Lucy explained to Bonnie, "I didn't realize it would end this way. I thought it would all be okay. She is to unique, she is the only one of her kind. Everything wants her."

"It's okay Lucy," she said dry eyed. "I know she will be alive and protected. And maybe she has a chance to be happy."

And that is where the story began. "What else can you take from me, huh?" she screamed. "I am so tired of losing, so tired of coming out with nothing!" He stood with his arms stretched towards her. He wanted to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. "I'm sorry." He paused, "I know how much you wanted…and watching you with…and that baby, that baby," he whispered. She turned her back to him so he wouldn't see her cry. She was done with vampires hurting her; she was done using her powers for them. She was done with giving up things that she loved.

Damon took a step toward Bonnie, "Don't" she simply said. She looked up into the night sky into the direction the private jet had taken off and disappeared into. "We can't protect her Bonnie, we can't. "He said, "We can't." She turned and screamed in fury, "Don't you think I know that! You couldn't protect Elena either, but you at least tried."

"That's not fair. Let me help you, we can help each other," he finally screamed to her, "I love her too you know! I lost her, I wanted to watch her grow up and laugh and smile. And I wanted to protect her!'

"She came through me, she was mine. The witches gave her to me!" Damon stepped back as if she had struck him. "You are not the only one in pain Bonnie."

And she wasn't. It was their choice. They went home together and climbed into bed the same way they had done when Abner died. Bonnie didn't get out of bed for a week. Damon didn't have the heart or the drive to motivate her into doing so. She was slipping away and he was letting her. Caroline and Elena tried but nothing. Abby showed up a few days later and Damon didn't know what she said but Bonnie dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. Slowly she became her old self again, there was still an underlying sadness, Damon knew it well he saw it in his own face in the mirror. They tried to go back to the way things were but couldn't. She blamed him, he blamed her. There was hatred and anger there and neither was willing to address it. Something have to give and one night 6 months after Emma was taken away it did.

Bonnie decided to get rid of every reminder of Emma, every photo, every toy, blanket, brush everything. They were sitting by a box in the living room waiting for the Salvation Army to pick it up. He stormed up the stairs to find Bonnie wrapped in a fresh towel brushing her hair.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked flinging the box onto the floor.

"We don't need them Damon, someone less fortunate can use them."

"You didn't ask me!" he snarled.

"Whatever, I don't need to ask you anything." Turning her back to him.

He sped over to her and grabbed arm spinning her around to him." You better watch who you turn you back to missy, I got nothing to lose."

"Neither do I!" she screamed into his face.

He kissed her then hard, it was the first time in 7 months they had touched each other. She broke from the kiss stared at him for a moment and then slapped him.

He grabbed a hand full of hair and yanked it kissing her again. He felt her melt in to the kiss. She was on fire, he thought, dear lord she is going to kill me when this is over, and it will be worth it. He picked her up and she straddled his waist, rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants. He pressed her against the wall in the bedroom and the towel long forgotten, he looked at her then her naked body, she had a few stretch marks and her breast were fuller. He saw a small drop of milk drop from her breast. She must still be using the pump he thought. He pulled the breast between his mouth and sucked. She threw her head back and moaned his name. Some way his shirt was ripped off his torso and his pants were around his knees. He stumbled with Bonnie still wrapped around him to the bed and kicked off his shoes and pants. He stood over her for a moment. Her green eyes taking in every part of him. He grabbed her by her ankle and yanked her to the edge of the bed, she yelped at the roughness. He vamped out and bit into the side of her thigh as she ran her fingers through his midnight hair. His head between her legs,she felt his tongue go in and out of her, his fangs scrape along her most sensitive area.

"Oh God." She screamed yanking his hair at the same time. She rolled him over to reciprocate when he shook his head no.

"Ride me." He said through gritted teeth.

She didn't ease herself onto him. She knew she was tight, she hadn't had sex since the baby. But she didn't care. She wanted to hurt and she wanted Damon to do the hurting. She rode him like a pro, frontwards, backwards, sideways. He flipped her over and entered her roughly from behind. Neither one said a word. There was no moaning or expressions of love. They fucked, hard and rough, each giving as good as they got.

Afterwards Bonnie took a bubble bath and Damon watched. Neither saying a word. The next few weeks were spent the same way. Bonnie working, Damon sitting around drinking all day and mindless fucking into the wee hours of the night until.

"I miss her." She confessed.

"Me too." He said kissing her softly.

"Do you think she remembers us?"

"Of course."

"I wish she wasn't unique. I wish she was just a baby."

And she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Damon made love to his wife. It was the first time in almost a year. It was so beautiful and so special that he cried afterwards. He missed her. They'd missed this.

On what was Emma's 10 month on earth Damon walked into their bedroom, making sure he was quiet since Bonnie was napping on the bed. He was halfway to the bathroom when he stopped short. It couldn't be. He walked to the bed and lay his head gently near her belly. There it was again. He jumped back as if he had been electrocuted.

It took all he had in him to wait until Bonnie realized what was happening. He couldn't be patient any longer one morning when Damon made her favorite breakfast ranchos huevos, she loved the dish when she was not pregnant but when she was it didn't not agree with her. No sooner had he entered their bedroom with the tray was Bonnie flying to the bathroom to spill her guts. He stood in the doorway and watched as it dawned on her.

"Do you hear it?" she asked tears of disbelief shimmering in her green pools.

"Yes," he grinned, "for weeks now."

"Did you call Lucy, Emma…" She laughed.

"Our bags are already packed, Elijah is sending the jet. We should be there by morning." He smiled kissing her hand.

"I love you Damon."

"I love you."

He placed his hand on her belly, closed his eyes and listened to the heartbeat of their child. Their child, who was not the only one.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Thank you for all of your encouragement. Gypsy OUT(: