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His parents have never ever been the strictly traditional types, so after their announcement that night he and Elena are put up together in his old room. After his slight lapse in judgement he's pretty sure she wants nothing to do with him and sharing a bed with him is probably the last thing she wants to do at the moment, but his mom insists they stay the night since he has slightly 'out did' himself tonight. He knows he's got a nice little buzz going and honestly he feels pretty damn good. But his pillow is calling his name and he knows once his head hits it he's going to be out for the count.

Elena helps him upstairs and he can't help but chuckle some hearing some choice words from her. It's safe to say he's not her favorite person at the moment and probably won't be again for awhile. Hell she's lucky he didn't really really spill the beans. Stefan is notorious for his big mouth when he drinks. He grows a little cockier with each drink and words just seem to easily slip out of his mouth.

"Tell me how.. you're the one that knocks me up and yet I'm the one carrying you upstairs!" she spits out.

He smirks and he can actually see her growing even more angrier with him, "Are we having our first fight? I think we're having our first fight."

"You're going to be lucky if I don't smother you in your sleep tonight."

Ouch.

"How about you smother me in kisses instead?" he puckers his lips up and laughs.

He wonders for brief second if she might punch him but she just scowls at him and opens the door to his room. He stumbles inside and reaches for his light but ends up knocking almost everything on his dresser off in the process. He hears her sigh before coming over and turning the light on for him. She cleans up his mess and he goes to sit on his bed so he can work on getting his shirt undone. The buttons are lot harder to undo than he remembers them to be.

As much as she wants to hate him, she can't help but love him at the same time. He's been through so much and she's putting him through even more by forcing him to keep this secret for her. His relationship with his brother has always been rocky at best and that's putting it mildly, but this secret could be the thing that tears them apart for good. And instead of turning her away and telling her to face the consequences like he should have done he's decided to go along the ride with her and ultimately choosing her over his own flesh and blood. It's a little unsettling and there's this small voice in her head telling her why he's doing this for her but she pushes it away and tries to keep it buried. She just can't deal with those thoughts right now.

He seems so innocent and childish when he's loaded, like he's seeing the world with different eyes. While sober Stefan is more reserved and careful drunk Stefan is more bold and careless. She smiles and shakes her head some when she notices him struggling to get one simple button on his shirt undone. When he furrows a brow and huffs she knows he's two seconds away from tearing his shirt off literally so she stops him before he gets the chance. She stands in between his legs and carefully unbuttons his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders.

Suddenly he's shirtless and Greek god-like in front of her and she's biting her lip, reminding herself to breathe. When the hell did he get so damn hot anyway? she can't help but wonder quietly. He must have stayed busy over the Summer building houses because he's ripped like no other and almost as tan as she is. She shakes her head and tells herself to pull it together, that it must just be the pregnancy hormones talking. Getting him undressed and ready for bed is a job in itself with how drunk he is. She finally manages the task at hand but just as she's pulling the covers over him he grabs her by the wrist before she gets the chance to pull away from him.

"I could have loved you so much better than he did.." he whispers looking into her eyes and she feels her heart break into a million pieces.

It hurts so much because she knows it's true.

She just nods and leans down close to press a kiss against his forehead, "I know."

"I would have treated you right."

"I know-" he words are cut off by him grabbing her face and bringing her lips down onto his.

He pulls away before she even has time to register what was happening and when she finally does she sees that he has already rolled over and passed out on her.

Elena wakes up early the next morning and goes downstairs to make Stefan some coffee. One thing she will definitely miss during this pregnancy will be her daily caffeine fix. So she pours herself a glass of orange juice and washes her prenatal vitamins down with it. She's about to grab his coffee when she feels someone behind her suddenly. Turning around she sighs and rolls her eyes when she finds Damon there watching her. He's got that trademark smirk of his all she wants to do is smack it off his face. How she ever thought that was hot before she'll never know.

"Look at you. Cute little housewife already. Wearing his clothes, getting his coffee.."

She tries to ignore him and walks right past him but his next words freeze her footsteps, and she feels her heart suddenly hammering in her chest.

"Having my baby.."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she turns around to face him and adds, "I'm pregnant with Stefan's baby."

He smirks even more and shakes his head, "Stefan has been in love with you since we were kids but he's not had you. Not like I've had you.. has he?"

He's edging closer to her and she feels like she can't breathe. She desperately tries to find her voice but nothing comes out. Luckily he saves the day like he always does. The moment she feels his strong arms wrap around her from behind she melts into his embrace and sighs in relief. She smiles when she feels his lips on her neck before he speaks up finally.

"You made me coffee? Baby you're the best."

Stefan turns her around in his arms and kisses her deeply, even slipping his tongue inside her mouth for extra effect. She knows it's all for show but the small noise that escapes her when they kiss is not forced one bit. Finally Damon gets the hint and stampers off in disgust.

"You going to make this a habit now? Kissing me?" she teases him with a smile, her arms still wrapped loosely around his neck.

"What do you mean?" he raises an eyebrow curiously. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember anything from last night after I took you back upstairs?"

"I know you helped me upstairs and after that it's kind of a blur.." he shrugs a bit.

She shakes her head, "Nevermind. It was nothing. Was just pulling your leg."

"You sure?"

"Mhm," she smiles and nods her head before changing the subject as quickly as she can, "Thanks for earlier."

He looks into her eyes and caresses her cheek, "We're in this together, Lena. You and me. We're going to get through this. I promise."