"Damon. Can you please pass me that? I'd like to get some reading done tonight." Elena was resting on their bed, with the oil lamp slowly burning.

"Lena, maybe you should rest. You have been feeling under the weather lately. I am worried for you. You need sleep, so that you won't be so ill during or wedding ceremony." Damon had leaned over her, keeping his weigh off of her. She'd been so easy to puke lately, he didn't want to chance it. He let his hand cup her face while kissed her forehead and smiled down on her.

Elena groaned and rolled over on her side away from him. Mimicking him, to his amusement. "You Mister Salvatore, stink. I hope you have other sleeping arrangements for the night. I am certain that you will not be in my company." She heard Damon let out a sigh as she felt the bed moved under her as he adjusted his position.

His hand had slid from her face to her hand. He held it there, gently rolling his thumb over her hand. "You know I am just worried. I can not help it if I want to protect you. I can not stand you being ill, and I will do anything in my power to make you feel well. In the meantime, I would appreciate if you could just do this for me. Rest. Lay down. Stay indoors. You do not have to move from this bed as long as you feel ill. I will have someone stay here throughout the day with you so that you do not bore and during the night I will be here. But during the night, you need your sleep. Read while it is light outside. That way, I can have you all to myself when the sun is down and everyone is asleep. I can truly be here with you, without being worried if father will catch us before the wedding ceremony takes place. Elena, I…"

"Damon. I will read during the light if you want the dark to be just the two of us. I have no objections to that. And your father already knows. He is just in denial. He has known since I first arrived." Elena turned to face him and slowly sat up, her lips even with his. "He knows about our indiscretions…" Her lips found his, and they slowly molded around his. "And I am feeling much better." Her words were hardly a whisper and she hardly took her lips from his, but he could hear her and he understood at once what she meant. And slowly, he let her lead in the beautiful act they committed. They were one during most nights. Nothing could come between them. That's how they liked it to be.

They woke in the morning tangled in each others' limbs. Elena's skin on fire where his skin touched hers. She had only felt such bliss since being here. For only knowing this Damon 3 months in time, she would never have expected to love him more than she did. But that's what happened. She was happy. And shortly, they would be married.

Shortly, being in just hours.

As Elena prepared for her vows, she wished more than anything that her friends could be there with her. Regardless of how things were left. She didn't have her parents, and she didn't have Jenna, and those thoughts killed her, but she knew they were watching her. She continued to put the beautiful white dress on that Stefan had helped her to design with the seamstress that lived there in Mystic Falls. Stefan sure that Damon would love the look on her. Though it was simple, it was Elena. And that's all Damon would want. As the dress was fully on, she looked herself over. She imagined this day hundreds of times before, but now, her dreams were becoming reality. But her dreams still held place in children. Lots and lots of children. A knock on the door brought her out of her mind and she smiled as Stefan opened the door.

"You look lovely, Miss Elena." Stefan said as he approached her from behind. "Damon sure is lucky to have come upon you."

"You are too kind, Stefan. It is I who is truly lucky. Damon is a man anyone would be lucky to have by her side. I am lucky for him to have chosen me." Elena let her eyes glance back over her dress, making sure nothing was wrong with it. "I keep thinking my parents should be here. To see me. To meet him. To walk me down to Damon." She paused and glanced up at Stefan. "They'll never know how happy he makes me, or how much I truly love him."

Stefan smiled at her, and took her hand in his. "I am sure they know. You Elena Sommers, must have many angels watching over you. Someone as pure as you couldn't. But if you allow me, I would love to hand you off to my brother today. I already consider you my sister."

"That would mean everything to me. Thank you."

The vows were said, and Elena was smiling wrapped in Damon's arms in the carriage that was taking them away from their family and friends. Shortly away was an old house that Damon had been busy working on with with the town. It was to be their house to live in. Shortly outside of town. Away from everyone.

Damon stepped out of the carriage first, turning back to help Elena to the ground. His hand held hers and they stepped onto the porch. "Mrs. Salvatore." Damon smiled at her, "Welcome to our home."
Elena smiled. She was truly home. And it felt good.

As Damon opened the door, Elena saw everything. Though she desperately wish for electricity most nights, she knew that tonight that they would not be using it anyways. The candles that lined the halls and their bedroom were enough to set the mood and to guide them to where they were going. She wouldn't get lost tonight. She was sure.

Damon kissed her as she took in the room, cutting her off from muttering a thank you. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, she was his. Right now, nothing else mattered except for her. He slowly picked her up and through she struggled against her dress at first, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss intensified as he backed her up onto the bed and slowly began to take her dress over her head. He'd never seen her in this light. She had never truly been his. But after tonight, she was his forever.

She let him take her again that night. Though it wasn't the first time, it felt as though it could have been. Each touch was different. Each touch was savored. And Elena knew, she was with the man she was meant to be with for the rest of her life.

Though during the night, Elena woke up clutching her stomach in pain. She slid out of the bed away from Damon's arms and let herself feel the way to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub holding in her moans from the intense pain she was feeling. Whatever was happening was not good. She felt another shooting pain, then emptied the contents of her stomach in the nearby bin. It was the last thing she remembered before she passed out.