Eating home-cooked meals on a regular basis was starting to put some meat on Damon Salvatore's bones. He didn't know how to cook, so it was take out for him if he wasn't dining out with friends or Elena at some expensive restaurant. But having Bonnie there changed all of that.

Damon ate good every night and it showed.

Gone was the tapered waist and narrow hips that never really suited his physique because he had such wide shoulders and killer arms. His body was now more portioned. Even his face had filled out some, making him even more handsome.

Damon looked really good. He looked like a man that was being well taken care of, which he was...just not by his fiancee.

Elena hated Damon's weight gain. She liked him on the slim side, preferring the thin rocker look.

"She's making you fat with all that damn cooking she does." Elena complained, referring to Bonnie as she brushed her long hair. She didn't like how heavy Damon felt on top of her when they were fucking, which they'd just finished doing.

Elena sat at her vanity, taking her frustration out on her hair as she roughly pulled the brush through her brow tresses. She hated how her hair always got messed up during the throws of passion, so once they were done she always got up to fix it, cuddling be damn.

Fat? Damon chuckled at her words. Yeah he'd put on some pounds in the last couple of months but it was all muscle because he worked out, but the way Elena was talking one would think he had a double chin and a beer gut.

Elena swung her head around to face him, her hair flying over her shoulder as she glared at Damon lying in bed. "It's not funny...Damon, you're huge and I don't like it!"

Damon scoffed, getting up from the bed naked as the day he was born and Elena's doe eyes dropped down to his dick. She unconsciously moistened her lips, her pussy tingling between her legs at the mere sight of it.

She didn't look back up at his face and continue the conversation until after he disappeared into the attached master bathroom.

"I'm serious Damon." She said loud enough so that he could hear her as he took a piss.

"I can see that." He yelled out, annoyed.

"So you're going to lose the weight then and get back to your normal size?" She asked hopefully when he came back into the bedroom.

All Elena could think about was how he was going to ruin their wedding pictures looking all swollen up like some amateur body builder.

"This is my normal size, Elena. Being a workaholic and not eating right made me thin. So no, I'm not going to lose the weight." He told her, picking up his watch to see what time it was.

He sat the watch back down on the nightstand, rubbing his dick. He really needed to take a shower before he left Elena's apartment.

And besides, there was no way in hell he was giving up Bonnie's cooking.

Saturday mornings were now reserved for them going grocery shopping together with Damon pushing the cart as Bonnie filled it with the items she would need to prepare their meals for the coming week.

"You could stand to gain a few pounds yourself, you know." Damon said without thinking.

The room filled with silence. Crickets could be heard.

"Excuse me?" Elena spoke after a moment, her brown eyes narrowing as she gripped the back of the princess like chair she sat in, her knuckles turning white.

Damon's head snapped up and when he saw the look on her face, he cursed inwardly. Shit, he wasn't in the mood for another argument. It seemed like lately that was all that they did now, but he'd said was the absolute truth.

Elena was getting really thin.

She had herself on a very strict diet becoming overly obsessed about fitting into her size two wedding dress.

Elena was 5'7, she had no business being a fucking size two.

Damon sighed. He crossed the room and caressed her cheek. "You're getting really thin Elena and it's not healthy." He said, gently.

Her jaw tensed and she pushed his hand away, standing to her feet. "I need to gain some weight...are you serious?" She fumed as she glared at him.

He must be out of his fucking mind, she thought. All of her friends were so jealous because she didn't have an ounce of fat on her slender frame and she worked damn hard to get it that way and here Damon was telling her that she needed to put on some weight!

Elena was outraged and for some reason, she blamed it on Bonnie. Her being there in New York was changing Damon. Things he never once had a problem with was now suddenly an issue.

"So what, you're into fat asses now Damon, like Bonnie's?" She sneered.

Again, Elena's definition of fat was way off.

Damon's eyes widened at her bringing Bonnie into this. "Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Elena shut her mouth, swallowing hard when she saw the incredulous look on his face and she knew that she'd just fucked up.

Damon was looking at her like she'd lost her mind because if he heard correctly it almost sounded like she was trying to insinuate something really sleazy about him in regards to Bonnie.

She was slipping, Elena realized. It wouldn't be good if Damon knew how jealous she was of his relationship with the seventeen year old girl.

In the beginning, Elena really did want to like the younger girl.

She even wanted them to be friends, but when Elena saw how really close she was to Damon and how he doted on her, all thoughts of them being friends went out of the window.

Elena saw Bonnie as competition.

And it didn't help matters that Bonnie was taking care of Damon's home and cooking for him and even washing his fucking clothes, essentially doing all the things a wife would do for her husband, which Elena had no problem with her doing until the significance of it all was brought to her attention by her own father.

"What it sounds like Lena is that little girl's doing your job." He said, lowering the newspaper as he cut into his wife's and daughter's conversation as he sat on the living room sofa listening to them talk.

"Daddy!" Elena huffed.

Her father put the paper down. "Well sweetheart, I don't mean to be harsh, put I'm sitting here listening to you talk to your mother about what's going on and all I can say is that it's never a good thing letting another woman take care of your man and that's exactly what this Bonnie person is doing...she's taking care of your man."

Elena turned back to her mother, only to see her nodding in agreement. She patted her daughter's hand in sympathey.

Elena couldn't believe this was happening and she let it.

When Damon turned his back on her and began to get dressed, Elena started to panic. "I didn't mean anything by it Damon, I swear!"

His voice was cold. "Yes you did and I don't appreciate what you were trying to insinuate. Bonnie's my dead best friend's little sister and she's only seventeen years old and for you to imply that I...that I..." Damon couldn't even bring himself to say it. "If that's the kind of man you think I am then maybe we should rethink getting married."

"What?!...No!...I love you Damon! You're blowing everything way out of proportion...I wasn't trying to insinuate anything!" She back tracked.

Shit was getting too real for Elena and she became desperate.

She couldn't lose Damon.

So when he angrily grabbed his pants from off the chair about to put them on, she snatched them from his hands and dropped to her knees and began to suck his dick.

He tried to push her away, but she held on to him, taking him fully into her mouth, deep throat style and Damon lost all coherent thought as he held on to the back of her bobbing head.

It was around lunch time when Damon happened to notice the date on his computer and he realized what today was. He stopped working and swore underneath his breath, getting up from his desk and grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair, slipping it on as he walked out of his office.

He slowed down long enough to stop by his assistant's desk. "Janice, I'm leaving for the rest of the day, so just take down any messages that I receive and I'll deal with them tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Salvatore." The woman said, nodding her head.

Twenty minutes later he was walking through the door of his apartment and he found Bonnie standing on the balcony with her back turned to him. He could see her slender shoulders shaking up and down and he knew that she was crying. He went to her and gently took hold of her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"I can't believe I forgot what today was...I'm so sorry, Bonnie?"

It was the third anniversary of Connor's death.

"Why does it still hurt so much...I don't understand!" She cried, clinging to him.

Damon didn't have an answer for her, so he just held her close, trying to give her comfort in the only way he knew how.

He ended up holding her for a really long time until she no longer had tears to cry and he didn't mind.

Damon pulled away, bending his knees so that he could see her face as he wiped the last of her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "I think we need to get out of this apartment and go somewhere. Would you like that?"

Bonnie nodded her head, sniffing her nose.

"Then let's go." He said smiling softly, caressing her cheek.

They ended up walking to a nearby park. It was a sunny, crisp fall day and it looked really pretty outside with all of the different color leaves littering the ground.

"His death changed everything, Damon." Bonnie opened up as they slowly walked side by side. "It was crazy..." She said shaking her head. "...my mom totally fell apart, I mean there were days when I felt like I was the parent and she was child."

She continued as they walked. "My dad was no help... like usual. He came for the wake but couldn't stay an extra day for the funeral. Even Connor's death didn't come before his precious job. I was so mad that I cussed him out...my own dad. I called him a pathetic excuse for a father and I told him that if he left then there was no use in him ever coming back because I never wanted to see him again."

Damon took Bonnie's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He was at the funeral, so he knew that her father didn't show up.

"I haven't seen or talked to him since." She said quietly.

They walked for a bit more in silence before she spoke again.

"And when everything happened with Mason and my mom chose being with him over me...I felt so alone." She paused and then stopped walking, turning to face him. She shook her head." I've never felt so alone in my entire life, Damon."

He captured her face in between his hands and looked at her intently, not knowing the havoc he created inside of Bonnie's every time he pierced her with his blue gaze and touched her like this.

"Hey, you are not alone...not anymore. You have me."

No, I don't. She wanted to say.

Bonnie was no fool. She knew that Elena didn't like her and was just biding her time until she and Damon were married and then she would find some way to get her out of his life. And just thinking about that killed Bonnie because she loved him so much. It felt so right having him back in her life again and to know that in a few short months she wouldn't even have that anymore was too much to bear.

She gave him a weak smile, trying to hold back her tears. "Thanks Damon."

He kissed her forehead, pulling her into a tight hug.

Bonnie closed her eyes and tried not to cling to him so tightly.

Because it was so beautiful outside, they spent most of the day in the park and just talked, sometimes taking a break from walking and sitting down on one of the benches. Slowly Bonnie began to feel better and Damon stopped to buy her one of those soft pretzels when they came upon the vendor.

They ended up sharing it as they walked, unmindful of the stares they were getting from the people they passed by who mistook them as couple.

When they got back to the apartment, Elena was there and she was unpacking grocery bags.

"What's all this?" Damon asked rather tightly as he closed the door behind he and Bonnie. He hadn't forgotten about the other night and was still angry at Elena for what she said.

"I decided that I wanted to make you dinner."

"But you don't cook."

She smiled tightly, gritting her teeth. "Yes. I. Do...honey." Her brown eyes slid to the girl who always seemed to be permanently glued to her finance's side.

"Bonnie, you're more than welcomed to join us if you like."

Bonnie saw right through Elena's non invitation. "Um that's okay, Lacey and I have plans for tonight, but thanks any..."

Damon turned to look at her, cutting her off. "Plans? What kind of plans...you never mentioned anything about going out with Lacey tonight?"

To say that Damon didn't like Bonnie hanging out with Lacey was an understatement. The girl was trouble.

Lacey Porter was a Ford model, one of the only two black models that currently worked for the famous modeling agency and she was in high demand, sort of the "it" girl at the moment, branching out into doing commercials and music videos.

She was only twenty years old and had her own apartment which was in Damon's building and that's how she and Bonnie met when they both were working out in the fitness center located on the first floor.

When Bonnie introduced them to each other, Damon knew instantly that Lacey was about that model life. She just had that look about her that said that she would do any and everything to get ahead.

And he was right.

Lacey lived in the fast lane, going to parties every night and networking, trying to get her name out there as much as possible, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing because that's what everyone did in New York, however it was what went on at these parties that Damon had a problem with because he dated a model when he first moved to New York and for a while he got caught up in her glamorous lifestyle, but once he got a real good look into the belly of the beast which was the modeling industry and he saw what went on behind the scenes, Damon wanted no part of it and he got out.

So being a grown man and not being able to handle that type of lifestyle, Damon knew for a fact that someone as young and innocent as Bonnie couldn't.

So no, Damon didn't approve of Bonnie's friendship with Lacey Porter and that's why he questioned her about hanging out with the twenty year old model.

Bonnie looked at Damon curiously, not understanding the sudden third degree. "Who said anything about going out...she invited me down to her apartment for dinner."

The frown cleared from Damon's brows. "Oh...sorry."

Bonnie gave him a funny look before shaking her head. "Okay...well, I'm going to go then."

When she left out the door he turned back to Elena to find her watching him. "What was that about?"

"I don't like Bonnie hanging out with that girl." He said, coming to stand at the table and began helping to unpack the groceries.

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

Damon shrugged not really wanting to go into detail. "Bonnie's an innocent, small town girl...I just don't want her getting caught up in something she can't handle."

Elena snorted. "She's about to be eighteen, Damon...trust me she's not that innocent."

His jaw tensed. "Bonnie is a good girl, Elena...so stop."

A good girl? What the hell was that supposed to mean? But then Elena's face became incredulous when she realized what he was getting at. "Are you telling me that she's never fucked anyone before...that she's a virgin?"

She said virgin like it was something disgraceful to be.

Damon just looked at her.

"So you lied and said that we were having dinner together?"

Bonnie plumped down on the sofa next to Lacey as she sat hunched over her feet propped up on the coffee table, painting her toe nails.

"I had to." Bonnie groaned, leaning back on the sofa, throwing her arm over her eyes. "I just can't take being around them...it hurts too much."

"Gawd Bonnie, if you're so miserable why don't you just tell Damon that you're in love with him?"

Bonnie gasped, sitting up. "Are you crazy?"

Lacey turned her head to the left to look at the younger girl. "What's the big deal?"

Bonnie stood up and began to pace the floor all flustered. "I could never tell him that!...H- He doesn't even see me in that way! He thinks I'm still a child for heavens sake...he pats me on the head at least once a day!"

Lacey chuckled.

Bonnie swung around to face her. "Hey, this is not funny! It's killing me watching him be with Elena and in a few months he's going to marry her!"

"Bonnie, calm down." Lacey said standing to her feet. She waddled over to her friend, placing her hands gently on the girl's shoulders.

Tears welled up in Bonnie eyes. "I can't calm down, Lacey... I love him so much...I've loved him since I was a little girl...I saved myself for him because I couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else."

Lacey squeezed her shoulders. "So then fight for him Bonnie...go after him, take some action!"

Bonnie sighed defeatedly. "But I told you Lacey, he's not interested in me that way."

Lacey smiled slyly. "Then make him be, Bonnie. It's not that hard to get a guy's attention. You're a beautiful girl, so half the battle is already won... and I'll help you with the other half." She chuckled.

Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip in uncertainty. She didn't want to play any games with Damon, but if she didn't do something fast, she would lose him.

So with her mind made up, Bonnie squared her shoulders. "Then tell me what to do...I'm listening."