AN: Psst, there's a reason why you're only getting Bonnie's point of view, and if you've ever seen the movie Rebecca with Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine or read the book, then you might have an idea of what I'm trying to do with this BAMON fic.

The votes are in, so let's get on with the story. BAMON!

PART II

For some unknown reason Bonnie just assumed that she and Damon would go down to the courthouse and get married, it never once occurring to her to think otherwise.

So when he told her that they would be getting married at the Plaza Hotel in less than a month and his family was flying to New York for the wedding, stunned was too small of a word to describe how Bonnie was feeling.

Lacey had gasped when Bonnie told her.

Apparently it was a big freaking deal to be getting married at the luxury hotel. A movie was made about it and everything. There was a two year waiting list and that was if you were lucky, she was told.

Damon had to have pulled some major strings to get them booked in only a few weeks. For the first time ever, Lacey was actually impressed by him.

But everything was just happening so fast.

Two days after Damon proposed to her, some designer showed up at Bonnie's job, telling her she was hired by Damon to make her wedding dress and they spent her lunch hour going over styles of dresses and fabrics and colors.

Bonnie never knew there were so many shades of white.

And then the following day, Damon took her ring shopping.

Bonnie was happy with getting just a simple gold band and when she said so, the jeweler looked at her like she was fucking crazy.

They must have looked at a hundred rings that afternoon, but none of them were right. Having seen enough wedding rings to last her a lifetime, Bonnie turned to Damon about to tell him that she was ready to leave when he suddenly slipped this one ring on her finger and she literally gasped.

It was perfect.

She looked up at him.

"Gotcha." He said with his blue eyes sparkling. He then brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Bonnie's entire body grew warm.

So much had changed in a matter of days and this weekend she would be moving back in with Damon.

Lacey had cried when Bonnie told her.

"It's not like I'm moving to China, Lace...I'll only be twenty minutes away." Bonnie said, trying to soothe her.

Lacey wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Yeah, but I want you here with me. You know how selfish I am Bonnie."

Bonnie couldn't help but chuckle as she rubbed Lacey's back comfortingly.

"We'll see each other all the time, I promise. You'll get sick of seeing my face."

"Never." Lacey said, sniffing softly. "You're my best friend and I love you."

Aww shit. That got to Bonnie and she started to cry as well. "I love you too, Lace." She sobbed.

The two clung to each other like Celie and Nettie from The Color Purple.

Saturday came all too soon and Bonnie was back living in Manhattan, but things were different now.

She would be sharing Damon's bed.

Bonnie was quiet most of the day as she got settled in. The majority of her stuff was put into storage because none of her things went with the modern décor of Damon's apartment and when she said as much he just shrugged like it was nothing and said she could redecorate after the wedding.

She was speechless.

When it was getting close to dinnertime, Bonnie made them something to eat. She slightly jumped when Damon came up from behind, wrapping his arms around her.

"You've got it smelling really good in here." He said.

She swallowed hard. "Thanks."

Bonnie's heart was beating so fast inside her chest.

Telling herself to breath, she softly cleared her throat. "Can you set the table?" She asked because she really needed to calm the fuck down.

Bonnie didn't think she would ever get used to him being this way with her.

"No problem." He said, kissing her cheek before releasing her.

Bonnie began to breath normally as he got the plates from the cabinet and began to set the table.

Not long after dinner, she began to yawn incessantly. It was still so early though, barely even eight o'clock.

But Bonnie took a shower anyway and got dressed for bed, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she was knocked out for the night.

Thinking that Damon was still in the living room doing some work on his computer, it surprised her when he just so casually walked into the bathroom while she was standing in front of the large mirror, wrapping her hair.

Briefly checking her out in the purple pajama short-set she wore, he tried to picture Bonnie with a big belly.

She watched as he grabbed his toothbrush about to brush his teeth.

"Hey, I've been thinking...how about Hawaii for our honeymoon?" He asked, putting a glob of Crest onto his toothbrush.

Bonnie almost dropped the comb in her hand. She'd always wanted to go to Hawaii ever since she was little and watched Blue Hawaii with Nonna, who just adored Elvis Presley.

Totally forgetting herself, Bonnie squealed jumping into Damon's arms, wrapping her bare legs around his waist as she hugged him. His toothbrush fell to the floor.

"Oh my god Damon, really?!"

He laughed. "I know how you've always wanted to go."

She gasped in surprise, pulling back to look at him. "You remember that?"

He chuckled softly. "Of course I remember. How could I forget? You wouldn't stop talking about it for days after watching that Elvis movie. "

That was so long ago. Bonnie couldn't believe he actually remembered.

It grew quiet as they stared at each other. But when her eyes dropped to his mouth, Damon cleared his throat, putting her down.

Without saying a word, Bonnie turned away from him and picking up her comb, she left the bathroom.

By the time Damon finally came to bed it was midnight and he thought Bonnie was asleep, but she wasn't.

For the first time in weeks, sleep wouldn't come to her.

She felt him pull the covers back and get into bed. He fell asleep ten minutes later.

Around three o'clock in the morning, Bonnie awoke from a light sleep to find Damon spooning her. His arm was draped over her stomach and his warm breath tickled the back of her neck.

She wondered if he thought she was Elena.

"Oh god...Damon move!" Bonnie said, trying to get up from the bed.

He startled awake, moving his arm from her and she shot out of bed with her hand covering her mouth.

"Baby, what's wrong?!" He jumped out of bed, following her into the bathroom.

Bonnie dropped down in front of the toilet, lifting the lid just in time before puking.

Damon knelt down beside her and began to rub his hand up and down her back. "What can I do, Bonnie?"

A few moments later, she wiped her mouth, flushing the toilet. "Can you bring me that opened pack of saltine crackers on the kitchen table and a small glass of ginger ale?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute." He said, kissing the side of her head before getting up.

Ten minutes later, Damon began to relax as he sat on the bathroom floor next to Bonnie. He could see that she was starting to feel better as she ate the crackers.

"Do you want another glass of ginger ale?" He asked, picking up the empty glass from off the floor.

Shaking her head, she finished the cracker in her mouth. "That's okay, I'm feeling better."

"How did you even know about this little remedy for morning sickness?"

She swallowed hard. "Jax looked it up online."

Getting up from off the floor she didn't see Damon's jaw tightened.

Bonnie didn't like to think about Jax because whenever she did she felt like a horrible person. Ending things with him was the hardest thing she ever had to do. For as long as she lived she would never forget the look on his face when she told him Damon had asked her to marry him and she'd said yes.

"I thought you said it was just a one time thing?"

"It was." Bonnie said quietly, dropping her eyes from his intense blue gaze.

"Then I don't get it, why are you marrying him?" Pause. "Is it because of the kid because people have children all the time out of wedlock, Bonnie."

She looked at him. "You don't understand Jax...I love him." She thought the least she could do was be honest with him.

Jax was the one to look away this time as he absorbed this. "And does he love you?" He asked after a moment.

When she didn't say anything, he looked back at her. "So you're marrying someone who doesn't love you...I don't know who's more pathetic here Bonnie, me or you." And there was no malice in his voice when he said it.

"How about I throw on some clothes and go to the bakery for some treats." Damon said, as he came into the bedroom, pulling Bonnie from her thoughts of Jax.

"I'm not really hungry." She said, placing the pack of crackers on the nightstand and sitting down on her side of the bed.

Even with his hair all wild and messed up from sleep, Damon looked so beautiful standing there in the morning light. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms and his upper body was so ripped.

Bonnie had known him since forever and still to this day she hadn't gotten used to his stunning looks.

"Not even for a delicious cheese danish?" He asked with a teasing smile on his handsome face, coming to lay on the bed, draping himself across her lap.

She tried to act normal and ignore the feel of his chest pressed against her thighs. "Maybe later."

Damon frowned slightly, his arm dropping down over her smooth legs. "You haven't been eating much lately."

Seriously? Did he even realize what he was doing?

All of this was so fucking surreal. It really was. From sleeping in the same bed as him to him being draped all over her like this.

And to be quite frank, it was confusing because even though he was being affectionate with her, there was still no real intimacy between them.

Like Damon would hug her and kiss her on the forehead or her cheek, but he had yet to really kiss her kiss her.

Bonnie honestly had no idea how their marriage was going to work. Would it even be consummated?

By the way things were going, she truly didn't know.

A few days before the wedding Damon and Bonnie were woken from their sleep by Bonnie's phone going off on the nightstand.

It was seven o'clock in the morning.

Who in the hell could be calling this early, she wanted to know as she blindly reached for the phone?

But when she saw Lacey's name on the scene, Bonnie immediately sat up, thinking something bad had happened because Lacey was never up at seven o'clock in the morning unless she was just getting home from partying all night long.

"Who the hell is calling you this early in the morning?" Damon grumbled, rising his head off the pillow to look at her.

She didn't answer him, putting the phone to her ear. "Lacey, what's wrong?"

"Bonnie, hurry up and turn on the channel 4 news."

"What?"

"Bonnie do it, hurry up...!"

"Okay, okay!" She said searching for the remote and spotted it on the nightstand next to Damon's side of the bed.

She leaned over him to grab it, unintentionally motorboating his face with her boobs.

When she pulled back, he licked his lips, his eyes still on her tits. "What's going on?" He asked, not really caring at that point.

"I don't know yet." She said as the television blared to life. And there on the morning news was Jax's mugshot.

"Oh my god." Bonnie gasped.

Damon turned his head to look at the TV and when he saw Jax on the screen, he sat up. "Turn it up." He told Bonnie.

She lifted the remote, pressing the increase volume button.

"Jackson Teller is believed to be apart of an outlaw motorcycle gang called the Sons of Anarchy. He was last scene at the Halo bar where witnesses saw him beat a man who later died of the injuries sustained in the fight. Police are on the lookout for him and say that the suspect is possibly armed and very dangerous. In other news..."

Bonnie switched off the television.

"Can you believe it Bonnie...Jax actually killed some guy." Lacey breathed into the line. Bonnie completely forgot that she was holding the phone to her ear.

She blinked.

"I guess you never really know people, huh?" Lacey said thoughtfully.

Bonnie still didn't respond, lost in her thoughts. Out the corner of her eye she could see Damon staring at her, but even that was secondary to the thoughts in her head.

The Halo bar was where Jax took her on their date and he taught her how to play pool.

The guy they were describing on the news wasn't the guy she'd spent time with getting to know.

"Bonnie? Are you there?" Lacey said into the phone.

Lightly shaking herself from her thoughts, she cleared her throat and spoke. "Um yeah...I'm here."

She felt Damon place his hand over hers, squeezing it gently. She swallowed hard. "Hey Lace, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"But wait Bonnie, I..."

She hung up the phone, putting it down.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked, softly.

She pulled her hand away, getting up from the bed. "I'm fine."

"No you're not, Bonnie." He said, looking up at her in concern.

And for some reason that pissed her off. "Like you care...you're probably so fucking happy that this happened because you hated him!"

Damon moved to get off the bed.

But she didn't want him anywhere near her, so she rushed into the bathroom slamming the door and locking it behind her.

Bonnie slid to the floor, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh god, what have I done?"