Story: Elena's Baby
Chapter: Reassurance
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or it's characters, but I damn wish i did
"But, you were supposed to be-, but," Damon spluttered before the man at the door gave a condescending chuckle. Damon gulped before his eyes turned towards Elena, cowering behind him. She looked at him with uncertain eyes as he held her hand from behind him. Damon cleared his throat before speaking again.
"What are you doing here?" Damon said; his cold attitude and icy blue eyes ready for anything.
"Oh Damon, is that any way to treat a relative?"
"Answer the question or so help me God I'll-" Damon said before being cut off again from the man in his front.
"You'll what? You'll kill me? I'd like to see you try, son," he said with fierce defense. The cocky man with grey hair standing in Elena's doorway was now replacing his cocky attitude with a cold one, matching Damon's.
Damon stared the man in front of him with utter coolness and confusion, "What are you doing here, father? I thought you were dead," he seethed. In the doorway stood the body of a man he last saw in 1864, his father. Perceived to have died the night Stefan went to see him, killing him and completing the transition with his blood. Giuseppe walked on over to the door before being sprung back by the force field of the house. It all made sense now, he was a vampire.
"Ah, I must be invited in. Damn rules of vampirism," Giuseppe smirked. Damon's expression never changed, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was like he was looking at a ghost. Elena stepped over to the side in fierce loyalty to her husband and narrowed her brown eyes in his direction.
"What do you want," Elena fumed. Giuseppe laughed at the human before turning his eyes to his eldest son.
"For a second, you had me fooled that she was Katherine."
"Well she's not Katherine. Heart beat and all," Damon said sarcastically, rolling his icy eyes. Giuseppe's face hardened in the beat of a second.
"I thought Katherine would have died, burned with all the other vampires, though I saw her earlier in my house with Stefan," he said with much distaste. Elena glared at him at the mere mention of her doppelganger, her sister.
"And we thought you were dead, killed by dearest Stefan and all. Guess things don't always work out as planned," Elena smirked furiously. Giuseppe's eyes narrowed at Elena and scoffed.
"Excuse me, human, but I was talking to my son. You weren't asked for your two cents," he seethed, his eyes spelling anger and the intruder of his conversation with his son. Damon's hands balled into fists at his father's poor manners to his wife and stepped closer to him.
"You watch your tone while speaking to my wife," Damon snarled. Giuseppe angrily looked up into his son's eyes and raged.
"You watch your tone while you speak to me, boy."
"What is it? What do you want? Why are you here, father? You've been thought to be dead since 1864, why come back now?" Damon said; his voice tired. There was always tension between the two of them, even before Damon was turned. His father hated him, always had. He chose Stefan over him because he always knew responsibility, ha, go figure. Damon hated his father back though, it was no surprise. His father pulled the trigger on him, Giuseppe killed him first.
Damon raged when his father didn't answer him and stepped up right in front of him, "Answer me God damn it or I will sure as hell stake you myself," he said angrily. His father rolled his eyes at Damon's theatrics, in no mood for Damon's games. He laughed as his son was fuming before his eyes, worked up over nothing. Damon had always been calm, even when his father was giving him a hard time. He always bottled things inside himself; Giuseppe guessed that since his emotions were amplified, that he would now be more impulsive and enraging.
"I'm just passing through Mystic Falls, missed my own home. I've been in Europe these past years, travelling from country to country. I thought my house would have been destroyed by now but it wasn't. To my surprise, I didn't have to be invited in. Although, you should have seen the shock on my face when I realized that it did have inhabitants; ones I thought I had killed. I tried to end what I had started by killing the wench that had strung you both along like puppets, but I was surprisingly thrown against a wall by my youngest son. Bringing back old memories of when my dearest Stefan had killed me the first time," Giuseppe spoke, his voice surprisingly calm.
Damon glared at his father, of course he's calm, and its Stefan after all. Though, if it was Damon he'd be enraged. Damon glared expectantly waiting for his father to continue his speech before Giuseppe continued.
"Anyway, I realized I wasn't a match for the two of them without the element of surprise so I began walking around town before I noticed a house up here on the outskirts of town. Deep into the woods, just like the boarding house. The closer I came the more I heard your voice, didn't surprise me though. If one of my sons were alive, there was no doubt that the other one was too. Then, well, here I am," Giuseppe spoke. Damon not buying anything that he said stared him down with his piercing blue eyes and tapped his foot on the ground.
"So? What is it you want? Surely you don't want a reunion. What was it you said that I was, a disappointment?" Damon said, his voice condescending. Giuseppe growled at his son's behavior and raised his finger in the air, but before he could speak Elena came out and said it.
"I'm not buying it. What do you want? We're not inviting you in so if that's what you're waiting for then you can freeze your ass outside all night. Though something tells me you wouldn't mind that, your hearts already as cold as the fall air," she said. Damon felt his heart constrict with pride at her words. Katherine had sucked up to Giuseppe when she'd met him and all throughout knowing him, even if it was for survival. Stefan praised his man's feet, and everyone in the town and the council had treated him with the utmost respect. Damon was the only one who spoke out against Giuseppe, challenging him and rebelling against him every chance he could. Yet here she was, meeting her father-in-law for the first time, and already challenging him.
Giuseppe wasn't pleased though, he was always used to people singing his praises. He had gotten used to Damon's attitude, but for someone else to treat him the way she treated him, it made him angry. He gritted his teeth at her before speaking, "Oh, the perfect couple. You both have no manners what so ever. No wonder she stooped so low as to go for you Damon," he said scornfully. Damon had had enough of this bicker and decided that he'd end it once and for all.
"Get off of my property, Father. You're not welcome here, ever. Go back to where you came from, and never come back. I don't know what you're here for because you've been avoiding the question, but I don't care. You're not welcome here, and you're not to go near my family. We've more of us than you think, and we're stronger. If you thought you could kill us without remorse even though we were family, blood, you don't want to know what we could do to you," Damon said disdainfully. Elena had shivers running down her spine at the fierce way her husband spoke to his father about protecting his family; it was both comforting yet nerve-racking.
Giuseppe raised his eyes to the stairwell as he saw a little girl walk down them. She had long jet black hair, a pale complexion, and the same piercing blue eyes as his son. His heart softened at the mere sight of her and his eyes that once held such anger now held confusion. Damon's eyes followed his and saw Ava standing at the bottom of the stairs with her teddy bear in her arms, looking very tired. Elena looked behind her because that's where everyone's eyes had seemed to be pointing and saw her daughter standing there.
Ava's eyes had roamed the parts of the main floor that she could see while walking down the stairs, her vision still blurred from sleep. She had thought of asking Kol to get her some milk but he was sound asleep beside her that she didn't want to wake him. She had snuck out of Kol's arms and grabbed her Teddy she had dropped on the floor accidently and descended down the stairs. When she got up, she had heard voices speaking downstairs but she was too tired to piece whose voice belonged to whom or what they were saying.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs surveying the living room to see if her parents were there, but they weren't. Ava had only taken two steps forward to get to the fridge in the kitchen when she felt the intense feeling of eyes burning holes into her back. Using her supernatural speed; she'd turned around quickly and saw her parents and an older man standing in the doorway. They looked at her, and she just stared right back at them. Unfazed that they were looking at her, a quality she'd acquired from her father.
Damon looked his little girl and smiled at her. Even though the scene in front of him had him boiling with rage, he didn't want his daughter to feel the way he was. She was too innocent for anger. Though, Ava mistook his smile for an invitation to stand by him. She walked over to him and Damon started getting alarmed, not wanting his precious daughter anywhere near his father. He met her half way and picked her up into his arms. He kissed her forehead as she snuggled into his chest, her eyes flickering with sleep.
"What are you doing down here, princess?" Damon said softly. Giuseppe saw the scene unravel in front of him before the idea clicked into his mind, the girl was his daughter. Though, he pushed the idea aside. Vampires couldn't procreate, not even Damon.
Ava smiled up at her dad, "I'm thirsty, I was going to ask Kol to get something to drink for me but he was sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up," she said softly before yawning, sleep almost taking over her from being in her father's soft arms. Elena smiled at her family and put a hand to her chest, before realizing the reason she was still standing at the door. She looked over at Giuseppe and growled deep within her as he was watching Damon and his daughter interact.
Damon heard Ava's heartbeat slow into an easy rhythm and came to the conclusion that she was sleeping. He smoothed the hair on her forehead off her face and kissed it before turning slightly so he could face his father directly.
"I see you and the human have made a child," his father observed. Damon nodded before hearing more footsteps come down the stairs quickly, he turned his head to the stairwell and there stood Kol, wide eyed.
"I'm sorry, I was sleeping and I hadn't even noticed that she had gone. I'll take her back upstairs," Kol offered to Damon, before looking over at Giuseppe in the doorway. He narrowed his eyes at the man, not hearing a heartbeat from him. Elena gave Kol a stern look and tilt of the head to behave himself while Ava was around and he rolled his eyes slightly.
He took a sleeping Ava from Damon's grasp and into the kitchen to grab a water bottle for Ava just in case she wakes up thirsty again. Instead of going upstairs this time though, he brought Ava down to the basement and into his room to sleep. His bed was much more spacious than her single bed so they could both be comfortable downstairs. Not to mention his clothes were downstairs, so he could slip into comfortable pajamas and sleep a little more leisurely.
Damon watched Kol take Ava down the stairs before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. His father wasn't supposed to see his daughter; he would just be more annoying this way. "I have a granddaughter?" Giuseppe said softly, his demeanor getting softer. Damon's eyes snapped to his father's as he blurred up to him, pinning him to the wall outside of the house. Damon's hand went around Giuseppe's neck and his eyes started darkening, on the breaking point of vamping out.
"No, you don't. You don't get to have a granddaughter. Hell, you don't even get have a son, or sons, however you want to put it. We are not your family. We may be blood but that's not what makes a family. A family is of people who love each other, support each other, protect each other, and respect each other. You've never done a shred of those things my entire life, you're not about to start now. You got that? You stay away from Stefan and Katherine, and you stay the hell away from me and my family. Do you understand? I'll rip you to shreds, old man, don't push me," Damon boiled in anger and protectiveness over his daughter and his family. Giuseppe's eyes went wide as can be with the abrupt force of Damon slamming him against the wall and the weight of his words.
He shrugged Damon off of his body and smoothed out his suit coat, "Until next time, Damon," he said before blurring out of sight. Damon huffed in frustration and looked over to his wife standing in the doorway, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Damon blurred in front of her and pulled her into a small embrace. His arms wrapping around her waist and her head leaning on his shoulder, this hug was loving and everything that a hug between a husband and wife should be. His arms like gates, closing in and protecting her from the world.
"What's wrong?" Damon said softly, smoothing his hand through her long silky hair and placing a gentle kiss at the top of her head. She shook her head and pulled back slightly to look up and him in his comforting blue orbs. She sighed as he brought his hand up to her face and pushed her hair back behind her ear, listening intently for her to answer him. She stared at his face, his blue eyes encouraging her to speak.
"There's nothing wrong, Damon. I'm really happy about the way you defended your family, your protectiveness is overwhelming. I just, I'm worried about Ava. What if he comes back and tries to hurt her? I can handle myself, I know how to defend myself against vampires, and you know that. I've gone through training and everything. But Ava's just a baby, Damon. She doesn't know how to defend herself against anyone, let alone a vampire," Elena rambled. Thinking of her daughter's safety was mother's instinct, no matter what. Damon shushed her and kissed her forehead before speaking.
"Baby, he won't hurt Ava. Like you said, she's just a baby. She doesn't go out unsupervised; she's not 16 and she doesn't go to the mall with her friends. She's always got someone to watch over her when she goes out. It's always me, you, Kol or someone else you trust. And, let's face it, everyone we trust her with is of supernatural origin or really prepared humans. Nothing is going to happen to her; no one will let anyone happen to Ava. Although, I don't think we'll need to worry about it anyway. The way he looked at her was different; you could see him melt at the mere sight of her. I don't think he'll harm her physically," Damon assured her. Elena nodded, knowing what he meant. Giuseppe may not hurt her physically, but hurting her family could cause serious emotional damage.
Elena leaned forward and upward, placing the most sincere of kiss on his lips, which he accepted gratefully. It was just that, a soft reassuring kiss. She pulled her lips from his, her face still close as ever to his. She tenderly ran her hand on his cheek and jaw before smiling in his direction, pulling away all together. He smiled down at her as she took his hand, leading him into the house. He closed the door behind him and Elena visibly shivered from the sudden burst of cold air that ran up her exposed arms.
"C'mon, let's get you up to bed. It's chilly out," Damon said. Elena grinned at him and followed him up the nearest staircase to the foyer and up to their bedroom.
The boarding house was quiet, more quiet than usual. Elena had gone about her morning routine of getting ready for work, making breakfast for everyone, letting Kol know that she was leaving and he was babysitting, and going to work. Damon however had business to do, he was to go to see his brother and get the story of what happened last night in his perspective at the boarding house. He'd already heard his father's point of view, hearing his brother's should be interesting.
Damon looked around the main floor, using his supernatural hearing to check where in the house he might be before hearing creeks in the east wing floor boards. He calmly walked over to the other side of the house and found his brother sitting there, drinking his bourbon, and reading the newspaper.
"Such a modern day citizen you are, brother," Damon chuckled. Stefan tore his eyes from the newspaper and set it down with his drink on the coffee table in front of him. He looked at Damon expectantly before Damon looked back and raised his brow, as if to say; what?
"I heard him on the other end Damon; I know he was at your house. What happened? What did he say to you?" Stefan rambled. Damon rolled his eyes at his brother's theatrics, and walked over to the bar. Pouring himself a drink, he turned to face Stefan.
"He came over, said hi, and we kicked back with a six pack of beer and told stories. What do you think happened, Stefan?" Damon said sarcastically. Damon was downing his bourbon in one shot, which could have only meant two things; pain or anger. He set his cup down as Stefan got up and walked over to his brother, standing tall and face to face, not backing down.
Damon's eyes burned with anger before he spoke out, "He told me he came by because he heard my voice after walking in the woods and wanted to see me. He came to my house after he left yours. Then he was dodging my questions, and putting you first. Although, who could blame him? It's always going to be Stefan right?" Damon lashed out sarcastically before brushing his brother's shoulder on his way to the couch. Stefan looked at him confusedly and blinked.
"Oh, and not only that. He's convinced he has a granddaughter, and sons," Damon scoffed, downing another glass of bourbon. Stefan frowned at Damon and leaned back against the fire place mantle.
"Damon, he does have a granddaughter. And he does have sons," Stefan bargained. Damon shot up from his seat and stood right in front of Stefan, his demeanor cold. Stefan could feel the rage radiating off of his brother's body before he saw it, there in his eyes. The twinkle of blue in his left eye had always given it away, he was beyond angry, he was enraged.
"Don't you dare, Stefan. Ava is not his granddaughter, and I am not his son, you got that? He lost the right to call me a son the moment he shot that gun and killed me in 1864, you know that. I hate him, Stefan. I've never hated anyone more than I hate him and my anger is about the only feeling I have for that man. You want to kiss his ass and call him Daddy, fine, be my guest. But he is not my father, I am not his son, and he is not Ava's grandfather," Damon seethed through clenched teeth. Stefan took a step back from Damon to let him cool off; maybe he had said the wrong thing to Damon at the wrong time.
Damon scoffed at his brother and looked him up and down, "How could you even say that, Stefan? He killed you, he killed us. He tried to kill Katherine, you know, your girlfriend?" he challenged. Stefan stuck both of his hands into his hair and closed his eyes, blowing a frustrated sigh through his lips.
"Because, Damon! I killed him! I'm the reason he's dead. He killed me, but I killed him too. He's the reason I'm a vampire, and I'm the reason he is a vampire. All he's ever done has been for me. He did everything for me when I was alive, and despite the way he treated you, I can't hate him for that because I'm not you. He didn't treat me that way; he only treated you that way. I can't hate him for that, only you can. And as much as I want to hate him for killing me, turning me into who I am, and trying to kill Katherine, I can't hate him. He didn't kill me, and Katherine isn't dead. Are you forgetting that he's only a vampire because I killed him? God damnit Damon," Stefan yelled in frustration. He couldn't take all of Damon's bickering about his father when he was still trying to process the information himself.
Damon narrowed his eyes and turned them into slits, glaring at his little brother. Stefan immediately felt guilty for lashing out at his brother and opened his mouth to apologize when Damon put his hand up to stop him. "Save it, I don't care. Why should I care? He's not in my life; he hasn't been for a long time. I'm not going to let him change that, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you change that either. If you want a part in my daughter's life, you'll respect that."
Something in Stefan snapped as he spoke about Ava and he pinned Damon to the wall, his hands grasping at his shirt. "You haven't played a part in that girl's life for nearly 4 years, you don't get to tell me I don't get to see her. She's been one of the most important people in my life since she was born, and I was here to take care of her while you were gone. No matter what I do, or what I say, or who I see, you can't forbid me from seeing her or having a part in her life. She may be your daughter, but you're forgetting that she's my niece too. Don't you dare say that to me again, Damon," Stefan said. Damon abruptly punched his brother in the face and sent Stefan flying back.
"Don't you ever tell me what I can and can't do; she's my daughter, not yours. No matter how much time you've spent from her, you owed it to me to take care of her while I was away. Had it been for you, I wouldn't be here, and neither would she. And don't act like you did this all for me in the first place. You did this because of Elena and you did this because of Katherine too. I will say this again brother, loud and clear so you can hear me," Damon started, before picking his brother up from the floor and staring him in the face, "you try to throw your views about Father in my face again, or even talk about him with Ava, I won't be held responsible for the beat down you get afterwards. She's my daughter, don't tell me how to parent her," he scoffed.
Damon looked over at his brother in disgust before putting his cup of bourbon on the table next to Stefan dramatically and bumped his shoulder roughly as he turned on his heel, exiting the house. As he was walking down the porch steps, Katherine was walking up them. She looked him in the eyes and saw the same pain and anger Stefan did in the house.
"Hey, you okay?" Katherine asked. Damon rolled his eyes at her question, he hadn't been around long enough to believe that she had actually begun to start caring about anyone's feelings but her own, especially Damon's.
"Peachy," Damon said sarcastically before walking off to his car and angrily slamming the door, putting his car into gear and driving the opposite way of the boarding house, never looking back. Katherine rolled her eyes, she knew what his problem was but she honestly just wanted to get into the house to be with Stefan. Damon wasn't her problem, he was Elena's.
Katherine walked through the doorway and over to the east wing and found Stefan where Damon had left him, only the scene was a bit more dramatic. There were broken cups, spilt bourbon, and an angry Stefan clutching onto the fire place mantle. She looked at him sympathetically before leaning against the doorway, knowing he heard her. He didn't even turn to look at Katherine before he started speaking to her.
"I'm sorry. I was going to clean this up before you got home, things just got a little rough around here," Stefan apologized. She could hear the guilt and remorse in his voice, and that was not okay with her. She walked over to the bourbon bottle and picked it up, putting the lid on it and setting it onto the drink cart. She'd sauntered over to his side and he turned to look her in the eyes.
"Did he do this? Did he come over and start throwing things around? Or was that you after he left," She asked, knowing her answer. Stefan was unpredictable when he was alone and guilt tripped. Stefan rubbed his face in frustration as she put her arm around his waist. Giuseppe Salvatore was going to pay if he ever showed his face again near this house. For one, staking her and running off like a coward, and two, for messing with her boys.
Elena was filing her taxes and bills in her office at the back of the café when she heard the door open and close softly. She tilted her head up and saw Katherine looking down at her, her usual clothes and hair still intact. Elena smiled warmly at her before gesturing to the seat in front of her and Katherine took it.
"I'll just be a minute. I just paid all of my taxes of the month and bills for the café and I want to neatly organize them in my desk, just in case I ever need them again. Sit, talk to me," Elena said softly. She put her last binder into the alphabetically ordered filing cabinet of the desk and looked up to see Katherine about to speak, but obviously wanted all attention on her so she thought she'd wait until Elena was done. Elena chuckled and closed the drawer, folding her hands in her lap and giving Katherine her utmost undivided attention.
"Our dearest father-in-law showed up at my house yesterday, that wretched man. He had the audacity to show up at my house unannounced and uninvited then proceeded to shove a stake into my stomach. That bastard, if I ever see that man again, I'll kill him," Katherine fumed. Though, she fumed classily examining her nails and pursing her lips as she spoke. Elena sighed; understanding the way Katherine was feeling.
"I know; he showed up at my house last night right after your house. Damon was so angry and confused, you should have seen the way he reacted last night, and it was something I'd never seen before. I'd forgotten how seriously protective of us Damon is, and last night was quite the reminder. He had his own decrepit father pinned against the wall and he threatened him," Elena said. Katherine smirked at Elena's words, mentally picturing the entire thing in her head.
"God, I wish I was there to see that. What did you do?" Katherine said, eager to hear Elena's first encounter with the one and only Giuseppe Salvatore. Elena rolled her eyes and almost snapped the pencil she had in her hand in two.
"That man is so infuriating. I may or may not have made some comments towards him, insulting him and his behavior in my own home. Who does that man think he is, insulting Damon in our own home? Not to mention the fact that he made Damon extremely angry and protective over Ava when Giuseppe said something about her being his granddaughter," Elena said. This sparked Katherine's attention and she leaned forward, looking Elena dead in the eyes.
"How did he find out about Ava?" Katherine questioned, wariness generating all over her facial features. Katherine had become very attached to Ava since birth; she was in the hospital room when Ava had been born. And no bond is greater than that. Elena huffed as she thought back to the events of last night.
"Ava had come down the stairs for a drink last night when we were talking with him at the door. It was simply wrong place and wrong timing. Kol was with her upstairs but she slipped past him quietly while he was sleeping. Damon saw her and went to her, got her back to sleep before Kol came back down and took her to bed again. Giuseppe obviously must have put two and two together and noticed that he was Ava was his daughter," Elena said. Katherine nodded, absorbing all of the information and getting a mental imagery of what happened last night. She shuddered at the thought of how upset Damon must have been last night.
"I was so worried, Kat. I still am. What if he comes back to hurt my baby, I'll kill him for that, I swear," Elena said. Katherine felt a tug at her heart when Elena spoke about Ava, knowing she'd do the same for that little girl too.
"Well, I just came by to talk to you about this, and I really should get going. By the way, Kol and Ava just arrived for lunch. I can hear those two a mile away, she's always laughing with him. As much as I hate to say this, because that kid is such a brat, he's actually really good with Ava. You should do anything in your power to keep him around, for her sake," Katherine smiled at Elena. Elena got up and hugged her doppelganger before Katherine stood on her heels and walked right out of her office.
Elena walked out of the office as well after making sure her office looked presentable, just in case anyone had to come in for some reason, and by the time she was in the café Katherine was gone. Though she saw her daughter sitting at the bar stool beside the counter with Kol right beside her on the left bar stool. They were playing with the kids menu and crayons that were handed to Ava and every other child that came by the café. Elena smiled at her daughter and Kol before walking in front of them, behind the counter and beside the register that Lucy was operating.
Ava snapped her head up at her mom and her eyes twinkled with delight, causing Elena's heart to melt. "Mommy, look, I beat the maze! I drew from one side to the other without hitting a wall," Ava said proudly. Kol grinned at Ava's happiness and Elena nodded very enthusiastically.
"Yeah, baby, I can see that. What do you want to eat today?" Elena smiled at her pride and joy. Ava put her small index finger to her chin and started tapping it dramatically. Elena and Kol laughed out loud at Ava's theatrics before Ava had come up with her choice.
"I want a ham and cheese sandwich, please," Ava grinned, her pearly white teeth shinning.
"You got it. Coming right up, baby," Elena said to her daughter. She went into the kitchen not paying attention to anything other than making her daughter the lunch she wanted. She knew that the questions were soon coming, from Kol and Ava. About who the man was at the door last night, and why Daddy was so angry with him. Though right now, she just focused on making her daughter the sandwich. She took out a bun from the storage room, placing cold cut ham pieces in it and two slices of mozzarella cheese on it, before sticking it into the toaster oven. She knew Ava liked it warm, with melted cheese. By the time the time was done, she took out the sandwich and cut it in half, placing it on a plate and walking over to the counter to give Ava her food.
"Do you want anything, Kol?" Elena asked, knowing what her answer will be.
"No thanks, I already had something at home," his mischievous eyes telling her that it wasn't human food he had at home. She felt herself relax in her mind knowing that he had fed from the blood bags in the basement, so he wouldn't be hungry. Elena grabbed a cup and filled it with orange juice and a straw while putting it beside Ava and smiled at them before going out to take orders from the busy café crowd.
She was taking an order from one of her regular customers, Mrs. Flowers, when Damon had walked into the café. Elena looked over at him and smiled as he did her. He noticed the laugh of his daughter somewhere in the room and started scanning the café trying to find her. She was sitting at the bar stool still with Kol, right where Elena had left her. Damon walked right up behind her, in an attempt to surprise her, when she smirked. Her back was turned and his front was facing her back.
"Hi Daddy," Ava said. Damon laughed and reached around her mid-section, giving her a hug and placing a kiss on her cheek. Elena saw the interaction between Damon and Ava from the other side of the café and her heart started melting, she could get used to this every day. He left Kol and Ava alone as he started walking past the kitchen and into Elena's office. She rolled her eyes at this; it was clearly a sign that he wanted her to follow him. Thankfully, she had chosen to clean the office before she started working with customers.
By the time Elena walked into the office and closed the door behind her, Damon was already sitting partially on her desk, his arms folded on his chest. He smirked at her and she just smirked right back. Elena walked over to him in a calm pace, her hands reaching out and tangling through his hair and pushing his head forward for her lips to catch his. He willingly obliged to the kiss and his arms snaked around her waist. He started smiling through the kiss, and Elena's blunt teeth pulled on his bottom lip softly.
They pulled away a few minutes later, their foreheads resting against each other's. Damon's hand started stroking Elena's silky soft brown hair and tucked a piece behind her ear. Elena beamed up at him with her doe like eyes and his heart started melting from the coldness he displayed at the boarding house with his brother. "Hi," she said softly. Damon chuckled at her and kissed her cheek.
"Hi beautiful," he said genuinely. Elena felt giddy at his comment and detangled herself from him, standing in front of him. She didn't want their perfect moment to stop, but she had to say things to him.
"I have to go grocery shopping today after work; it would be nice if you came with me. Kol's going to drop Ava off at Caroline's and he's going out, so it'll give me time to do things around the house," Elena said. Her hands were running up and down his chest as he stared at her large brown doe eyes. How could he ever say no? He nodded at her and she smiled, bringing him down for another kiss before pulling away shortly.
"I end work in an hour today because we're really slow and Lucy's got it covered. Kol's going to take Ava to Caroline's right after she finishes eating and I want to say bye to them," Elena smiled brightly. Damon chuckled and whispered sweet things into her ear that made her melt before pulling away and giving him a knowing look. They both walked out of her office and back into the café, seeing their precious daughter chomping away at her sandwich.
Ava turned her head abruptly to her mom and dad, sensing them from a far. She finished the last bite before hopping off her seat and jogging into her daddy's arms, where he picked her up and held her close. Damon pressed a kiss to Ava's forehead and Elena put her hand on her chest, he heart aching from watching the beautiful interaction between the two. There was no bond stronger than the bond of family.
Kol walked over to Elena and wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace as Elena did the same before pulling back to look at each other in the eyes. "I have to take her to Caroline's now, unless you want more time with her and you want to take her by yourselves," Kol said to Damon. Damon shook his head and gave a willing Ava to Kol with a small kiss on her cheek.
"Bye Momma, bye Daddy," Ava waved as she wrapped her arms around Kol's neck.
"Bye baby, I love you," Elena said softly to her daughter, knowing she heard her with her supernatural hearing. Damon smiled at his daughter and blew her a kiss as she was leaving with Kol; his princess was safe in Kol's arms and would be safe even in the arms of Caroline. Though, Damon still had his suspicions about Klaus. Elena looked at her watch and noticed it was just about 45 minutes until her shift was over so she went back to work after giving Damon a kiss on his cheek.
Damon went to go visit Alaric at the school. Elena had told him that Jenna told her he was off during period 4 and if he remembers correctly, period 4 started about 10 minutes ago. When he got to the school, he parked his car in the parking lot and started walking up the school steps. On his way, there were high school girls gawking at his beauty and he chuckled to himself; he still had game.
It wasn't long before he reached Alaric's history classroom and found his best friend grading papers. Damon leaned against the doorframe of the classroom, staring at Alaric while he rubbed his temples in frustration. Damon coughed a very unnecessary cough to gain Alaric's attention, and he got it. Alaric's head snapped up and his eyes widened to the extreme. He scrambled out of his chair and Damon just stood their casually, his signature smirk still intact. Damon's smirk faded into a genuine smile as Alaric wrapped his arms around Damon in a tight brotherly hug. It was a while after but they finally pulled apart and Alaric looked Damon in the eyes before doing something very different than Damon expected. Before Damon could register what was happening, Alaric's fist collided with Damon's jaw. Damon rubbed his aching jaw before they both started laughing.
"Ric, you should get out of this high school more often. You're starting to punch like a little school girl," Damon joked. Alaric couldn't believe Damon was actually here and standing in front of him. He'd heard Damon was back in town and he knew he'd come back to see him sooner or later, but he wasn't expecting it right now. It's almost been 5 years; sue him if he wasn't a little startled that his best friend came back from the land of unknowingness.
"You should have told me where you were going, prick. I know why you left, but I know how to keep secrets," Alaric said. Damon went through Alaric's deck drawers before figuring out that there was no booze in them. He looked up at Ric with questioning eyes and Alaric just shook his head at him.
"I've got a daughter Damon, and I haven't had anyone come by my classroom to grab some alcohol in a long, long time. Though, on Thursday Jenna and Jessica are going out for dinner with Jen's mom; girl's night or something. Let's go to the grill and we'll catch up on old times," Alaric proposed.
"Sounds good, I can sneak away from my own family for a couple of hours. I'm sure Kol and Elena can hold down the fort. How are Jenna and Jessica?" Damon asked, trying to start conversation. He picked up the picture book on his desk and flipped through it. There were pictures of Ric and Jenna at their wedding, Jessica's first birthday and recurring birthdays until her recent fifth one, one of Alaric and Damon at his and Elena's wedding, more of Jenna and Jessica, and one of Elena and Ava. He smiled at the picture of his daughter, who must have been about a year old in the photo, and stroked her face.
"They're great actually, I'm anxious to get home to them because tonight is Jessica's dance recital. I would invite you but it's a pre-order ticket event and I only got three, Jenna, Jenna's mom, and I."
"That's okay; I just stopped by to see my favourite ex vampire hunting best friend. I was hoping for a drink but it seems you've converted yourself to an upstanding citizen while I was gone, which I can live with. I have to go grocery shopping with Elena today anyway, I'll see you Thursday," Damon said. He was about to leave before he heard Alaric try to spank him with an imaginary whip with sound effects of whip lashing. He rolled his eyes at his theatrics, if he was whipped for going grocery shopping with Elena then he must have been mega whipped for going to a 5 year olds dance recital instead of a bar.
Elena and Damon made their way home after returning from the cafe. Damon plopped down on the couch and began watching TV while Elena walked downstairs to the fridge in the basement apartment she was letting Kol stay in. She knew that there were days where Kol had to babysit Ava so she wanted to make sure all the fridges in the house were stocked with some food.
Having a pen and a notebook ready to list things for groceries, she opened the refrigerator door and sighed heavily; there was no food. There were only bottles of ketchup and other things that she stored in this fridge because of lack of space in the other one on the main floor.
She managed to get a couple of things down before something of interest caught her attention, a little bag hiding behind one of the bottles on the fridge door. She placed the pen and paper down to pick up the bag, taking it and flipping it over to read what it was.
Elena rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Mumbling things under her breath, she closed the fridge door and walked up the stairs. Damon could hear her frustrations and only part of her mumbling, causing him to roll his eyes at her and smirk afterwards.
"What is it?" He said.
"Kol left an empty blood bag in the fridge. In the damn fridge! Where normal beings walk into and look around for food!" She said, getting up to throw it in the garbage.
"So? I keep my blood bags in the fridge too?"
Elena closed the trash can lid and turned to look at Damon; her eyes bore holes into his head, "No, you don't. You used to, before we had Ava. Now we have a specific room with freezers for it," she said.
"What's the big deal? It's just a blood bag," He smiled. Elena sat down on the couch with her pouty face as Damon got up for a split second to grab the remote off the coffee table and sat back down, his arm going around her shoulders.
"The big deal is that we have Ava now, Damon. I don't want her to walk up to the fridge one day and open it then see a blood bag in there. She's 3, she shouldn't be exposed to things like that," Elena pouted.
"Okay, then tell him that when he comes home. He's pretty loyal Elena, if you tell him not to do it again then he won't. No need to get all pouty about it," Damon smirked slightly. Elena closed her eyes and laid her head on top of Damon's chest as he placed a gentle kiss to her hair and smooth the hair down its length. After a while, Elena remembered the reason she came home was to go grocery shopping so she hopped off the couch with Damon hot on her tail. She grabbed the list off the kitchen bulletin board and went out to her car. Damon popped into her passenger seat but it wasn't long before Elena noticed his slight frown and huff.
"What?" she asked, putting the key into the ignition after putting on her seatbelt on and backing out of the drive way.
"Why do we have to take your car? I like my car better, and I don't like sitting in the passenger seat," Damon complained. Elena laughed as they stopped at a traffic light before looking at Damon. Her face screaming amusement at his theatrics, it was really cute to see the way Damon felt about his car and how he felt about control.
"We're taking my car because, no offense honey, your car is really old. This is a brand new car and welcome to the 21st century where woman can now be in control and be behind the wheel," Elena said. The red light they were at turned green and they started driving down the road towards the grocery store, Damon huffed.
"It's not about control, Elena. It's about me wanting to drive my baby, it's been a while. I've missed her sweet smelling leather seats. Also, I'm not used to sitting in the passenger seat, I like sitting in my driver's seat, okay," Damon said with mock defense. Elena rolled her eyes as they appeared in the parking lot of the grocery store. She parked the car in the empty parking space by the entry doors and took her key out of the ignition, turning her body to face her unhappy husband.
"Fine, after we bring the groceries to the car and you use your sexy vampire strength to put them in the trunk, you can drive my car home. I'll be in the passenger seat and you'll be the driver. This car may not be your baby, but it's mine. It has leather seats and means a lot to me, you'll learn to love it too," she bargained. He still looked a little unhappy because it wasn't his car they were driving, but none the less his face lightened. She rolled her eyes at him and kissed him on the lips passionately before they took off their seat belts and got out of the car.
Elena took her purse from the back seat and closed the back door, clicking the car alarm as they started walking towards the store. They heard the familiar beep of the car and walking into the grocery store. Damon grabbed a shopping cart but felt a little awkward driving it around the store so he handed it to Elena. He liked to think that he was a man and if he had his wife with him going grocery shopping then she could drive the cart.
They went down the different aisles and picked things from the list that they needed to put in the cart. After the fourth aisle they went through, Damon looked at the car and scoffed. "Who in their right mind likes Raisin Bran? This has to be the worst thing in the world, aside from Total. Is this what you've been feeding my daughter for the past couple of years?" Damon said, his face disgusted at the mere image of his daughter eating this. She tore it from his hands and put it back in the cart.
"For your information, this is a very healthy type of cereal. It's got everything you need from the calories to the protein, and there are different types of vitamins in it," Elena said, reading the back of the box that was still facing her from inside the cart. Damon took it back out and placed it on the rack, trading it for Lucky Charms.
"It may have everything you need, but not everything you want. Since when do you need to watch your calories or protein? What does it matter to you if your cereal is healthy?" Damon chuckled. Elena tore her face from his and began shopping without another word. Damon's brows scrunched together and he looked her, Elena had become embarrassed and she was starting to blush.
"Elena?" He said carefully. She murmured a 'hmm' at him before he looked around the aisle to make sure no one was here. He blurred in front of her and grabbed her face in his hands, studying her face carefully. She sighed and took his hand off her face and began to walk the cart further down the aisle before speaking.
"Because Damon, do you want me to become an even bigger balloon than I am now?" She huffed. She looked the list and started putting in eggs and milk carefully into her cart. Damon looked appalled that she would say something like that to him, she was not fat.
"Are you trying to tell me you think you're fat? Because I can tell you now, you're not fat. Elena, you had a baby. You're not going to be a stick like you used to be, but you're extremely far from fat. If anything, I like you better this way. You're filled out in places that used to be so small and I love it," Damon assured her. She half smiled at him and nodded and he noticed that even though she listened to him, she didn't understand him.
"Damon, it's sweet when you say things like that, but it's almost been four years since I've had a baby. I would have liked to think this baby weight would have gone already," She expressed her inner thoughts. They had grabbed all of the groceries they needed and Damon wrapped his arm around her as she drove the cart. He kissed her forehead and whispered softly into her ear.
"It has gone; it's just that you're more filled out. If you want, I can prove to you that you're not fat," he said. She chuckled as they got to the self-check-out.
"Oh yeah, how?" she chuckled, scanning items and putting them into plastic bags. Damon started putting the bags into the cart and he shot her a seductive glance.
"Tell Caroline to keep Ava for the night, and then tell Kol to find somewhere else to spend the night. I'll show you," he said. Damon's husky voice leaving trails of goose bumps all over Elena's body. They haven't been intimate that way in an incredibly long time and Elena felt a little self-conscious. After they paid for their groceries, Damon brought them into the trunk as Elena brought the cart back. Damon drove over to the entrance to pick her up and she hopped into the passenger seat. Elena was texting Caroline to ask her if she could keep Ava for the night.
Text Message
From: Elena
To: Caroline
Hey Care, can you keep Ava with you tonight? I'm sure you have some clothes of hers already at your house; we're going to be kind of busy at the house today so we'd appreciate it if you and Klaus could babysit. Let me know.
Not even a minute later, she got a text back from Caroline.
Text Message
From: Caroline
To: Elena
Yeah, no problem. I have some clothes of hers in the spare room as well so it'll be okay; she's really excited to have a sleepover with her uncle Nik and aunt Care, ha-ha. Have fun tonight ;)
Elena chuckled at her text; of course Caroline knew why she'd asked her to babysit. Although, she'd thought of something else in this time so she sent her another text back.
Text Message
From: Elena
To: Caroline
Could you let Kol crash there too?
Caroline sent her reply quickly; Elena chuckled as she opened it and read it.
Text Message
From: Caroline
To: Elena
You owe me. I want all the dirty details if you're making me keep that brat in my house, xo
Elena didn't reply to her text, instead she sent one to Kol. She was advising him that he should just go straight to Klaus's house when he was done instead of coming home.
Text Message
From: Elena
To: Kol
Hey, spend the night at Klaus and Caroline's tonight. Damon and I need some alone time.
She sent it and soon enough she got a reply back.
Text Message
From: Kol
To: Elena
I'm only going if Ava's going. There's no way you're making me stay with control-freak Caroline for a whole night.
She laughed and read the text to Damon, he laughed too.
Text Message
From: Elena
To: Kol
Yeah, she'll be there. Thanks Kol! Xo
She never got replies back but that was okay, she had Damon. Once Damon had parked the car in the garage they got out and started bringing the groceries into the house and putting them away into the appropriate places, upstairs and downstairs. Once they were done, Damon had made a beautiful dinner for Elena while she relaxed in the bathtub. They ate in peace after she was done with her bath and when they were done they cleaned the kitchen together.
They had retreated to the bedroom and that's when everything started. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her lips with such passion. It wasn't like the other times they kissed; this one was filled with such need and want. He kissed her passionately and she kissed him back with the same amount of fire. That's what they were; catastrophic fire. He laid her down gently on the bed and brought his kisses down from her lips to her jawline and then down to her neck.
She gasped lightly when he kissed the inside of her palm next, then the slight pulsing vein in her wrist. This was startlingly more intimate and she felt herself leaning closer to him. His eyes shut when she moved to caress his face, her thumb smoothing over his bottom lip. It was like they were in a trance, like this moment was specifically for them and no one could break it or ruin it. The next moment she was in his lap and his lips were on hers. She kissed back hard, her fingers moving into his hair as she fought him onto his back.
Damon let her press him down, his head molding into the pillows, breathing in her scent all around him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them this would become a dream. His hands rested on her hips, but when she ground into him, he found himself gripping her tightly. She felt the hiss between his teeth as she broke the kiss to trail her lips down his neck. "I want you Damon. I can't take it anymore, it's been too long."
His hands smoothed up and under her t-shirt, caressing the soft skin under it before pulling it over her head. He flipped them over and now he was on top of her, kissing her lips and pulling back slightly. His lips grazed and hovered over hers, "patience. I'm supposed to be proving a point to you," he said with such love in his voice. She was underneath him in boy shorts and a bra, her hair was damp from just coming out of the bath a while ago. She reached up to remove his shirt and successfully got it off but he stopped her before she could undo his pants.
"This is about you right now," he said. He kissed her and she kissed him back. He pulled back to gawk at her body and she started feeling self-conscious. In an attempt to cover herself a bit she raised her hands but he pinned them down at her sides. He kissed his way down her chest until he reached her belly button, swirling his tongue in and around it. It caused her to squirm a bit and breathlessly moan his name. Her moan was having an effect on him and she could feel a part of him started to noticeably poke her thighs.
He undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the ground before he licked his lips at the beauty that were her breasts. He released her arms to place light feathery touches up her sides and cup her breasts. She arched her back in pleasure, pushing her breasts further into his hands and causing her head to fall back against the pillows. He kissed the tops of each breast before his hands started working their magic on them.
"I love these. I've always loved them, but I love them more now. They fit better into my soft palms and they're so nice to play with," he whispered seductively against her skin and took her right nipple into his mouth gently tugging, sucking, and nipping. His tongue swirled around it and covered it in small moisture of saliva before pulling back with a pop. She moaned at his ministrations but groaned as he pulled away from her. He chuckled lightly and moved from one breast to the other, continuing where he left off.
He had her moaning in ecstasy under him and he hadn't even begun to get to the good parts. He pulled back from her breast to kiss her lips, "what is it that you don't like about your upper body?" he whispered. She looked up at him with sad doe eyes before looking down at her belly button area where there were small and not so noticeable white lines.
"My stretch marks from when I was pregnant with Ava. I tried everything to get rid of them but it doesn't help, they're always there. They've just faded a bit," she said. She was ashamed of her body and biting her bottom lip in embarrassment. She'd never told anybody about her insecurities about her stretch marks, she'd never had to. She'd always gone out and covered them, especially around people when she went swimming. She always wore a one piece because of it.
Damon looked down at the small thin white lines and kissed each of them individually, going up the small lengthened lines. "These aren't bad at all. I've seen plenty of women to have stretch marks during and after pregnancy. I've never seen a woman with such small stretch marks. It's either you get them or you don't. You obviously got them, but they're nothing to be ashamed of. They're perfect, and they're apart of you. I love them, and I love you. Don't even think of them as stretch marks. Think of them as battle scars. You had to handle carrying a baby behind this for 9 months. All that hard work pulled off and you had a baby. You had our baby, and I'm completely grateful for it. If anything, these battle scars should make you happy. They are a reminder of the miracle that we produced," Damon said softly. She nodded as a tear rolled down her eye at the delicate tone he was using with her.
He cupped her face and wiped her tear away with the pad of the thumb, kissing her eyes as she shut them. He grabbed her hands and placed them on her stomach, guiding her fingertips along her battle scars. "These are my battle scars and I'm not ashamed of them because they helped me keep our daughter safe. Say it, baby," he said. His piercing blue eyes looking into her soft brown orbs.
"These are my battle scars and I'm not ashamed of them because they helped me keep our daughter safe," she said softly. The more she thought about it, the more she didn't feel as ashamed of them. All of it was thanks to Damon. He kissed her stomach softly before hooking his fingers into the tops of her boy shorts and pulling them down gently, leaving them on the floor next to her shirt and bra.
There she lay, bare for him, body and soul. He started kissing from her soft skin on her foot and up her ankle, shin, and knee. He bent her knee and spread her legs apart for better access. Damon started kissing higher and higher up her thigh then started going closer and closer to her inner thigh. He latched onto the soft and delicate skin of her inner thigh, pulling away before he left any love bites. She began moaning softly then loudly as he got closer and closer to her intense heat between her legs. He did the same to her left leg and pulled away as he did before with her torso. It was becoming incredibly difficult to keep it together. This erection was straining against his pants, desperate to feel her. "What is it that you don't like about your lower body?" He asked her carefully.
She looked down at her thighs and sighed, "I don't like how big my thighs are," she whispered faintly to him. Knowing he could hear her because he had supernatural hearing. He wrapped his fairly medium sized hands and fingers around the middle of her thighs, his thumb and middle finger from both his right and left hands touched with a generous amount of space left.
He looked her in the eye and gave her a reassuring smile as she looked at his ministrations. "See? If your thighs really were big, I wouldn't be able to wrap my hands around them. I love your legs, they're long and sexy. Your thighs are only a little bigger than they were because there's muscle in them, not fat. You're beautiful," Damon said. Elena had never seen so much love in her husband's eyes before. It was so nice to have someone physically prove to you that you weren't what you negatively thought you were for so long.
Damon knew she had no other complaints about her body so he spread her legs open a little and his fingers found their way inside her. She called out a little loudly and he had to kiss her to muffle the sound. When he was sure she could be quiet he released her, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. She reached up to turn the light off but he shook his head. "Why?"
"I want to see you, Elena." He whispered, bending his head and licking along the side of her neck. He pressed kisses down her throat to her collarbone, between her breasts and back up.
She shook her head, opened her mouth to protest but then he twisted his finger up and she lost all need to speak other than to moan his name as he stroked her higher. She held on tight to his bicep as he brought her other hand between them, coaxing her to help bring her orgasm closer. He watched as they worked together, her cries all the more sweeter when she came. He swallowed her curses and pleases as she finished his body more than ready for a turn. Her heart hammered out of control, her free hand pressed against it in a pitiful attempt to slow it, "Oh my God."
He laughed and dipped his head, his lips pressed to hers briefly. "There's no need for titles, baby. I like it when you scream my name much better."
She slapped his chest as he climbed off the bed, watching as he slipped out of his jeans. The harsh fabric had rubbed her in a few places, but the rough had been a nice contrast to his smooth skin. She moved over so he could lay next to her, sliding her legs under the covers and holding them up so he could get under them. She'd glimpsed at his naked form, but now more than anything she wanted to feel him, be joined to him- not stare at him. He slipped one arm under her pillow, his other hand bringing her lips to his. She shivered when his fingers danced down her side, over her hip to the back of her knee where he slipped her leg over his.
She could feel how hard he was against her and he could feel just how wet she was as his thigh settled between her legs. As their tongues battled he pulled her closer, a deep moan escaping her lips as she rubbed against him. She needed more friction, craved more and so when he pulled her over him, she allowed him. After a few minutes of teasing and kissing the pleased smirk off his face, Elena lifted herself over him and slowly slid down. The lack of speed was killing him and the little control he had snapped. She gasped as she felt his hands tighten on her waist, forcing himself inside her. Her nails gripped roughly to his chest, giving them both a minute to adjust. She felt incredible, suddenly alive and she was moving before she even realized it.
Damon growled as her hips rolled down against his, the warmth and tightness driving him crazy. He was sure he was bruising her from holding on so tightly, but he couldn't help it. Every move she made felt so damn good to him. Elena bent down to kiss him; his mouth slowly parted a bit to grasp her bottom lip in with his teeth. She kissed him just as much, her blood boiling at the thought of him biting her.
He smirked, wrapping his fingers through her hair and holding her lips against his as they moved together, skin to skin; bodies locked together in a perfect dance of pleasure he was certain he could never tire of. Her tongue slipped between his teeth again, searching for his. He felt the first strong moan in the back of her throat moments before she tightened possessively around him. He watched her sit up, the faint light from the lamp illuminated her skin and making it glow. Her fingers laced through his, holding on tight as she rode faster.
He sat up, bringing her lips to his and silencing her cries as orgasm ripped through their bodies jointly. He flipped them over and a moment later he was on top his thrusts losing their grace as he lost control. Her hands were locked above her head and he wrapped one hand around both wrists as he pushed her hair away from her neck with gentle fingers.
Elena arched under him, the sensation almost too much to comprehend. When he lay next to her she curled up against his body, their skin still heated. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. Slowly, sleep and exhaustion took over.
Damon stayed awake a little while longer, stroking her hair and listening and feeling the beats of her heart. He knew he was successful in showing Elena how much he knew about her body. He knew she wasn't fat, and should be ashamed of herself. Damon taught her how to love herself even more now, and he took such pride in his works.
He almost fell asleep but before he could, he heard the sound of a window breaking. He let go of Elena gently before she woke up and quickly pulled on his boxers. He blurred into the guest room and saw a rock on the floor with a note taped to it, how unoriginal and cliché of someone to do that, Damon thought. He picked it up and read the note, unsure of what he should do next.
Watch your back, Salvatore. We're coming for you.
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