A/N: Here's the fifth chapter. I know I suck. My bad. Hope you're still reading.
It's in the middle of November and all Elena can think about is Thanksgiving. Turkey, pumpkin pie and sweet potatoes with extra marshmallows. She's pretty much drooling at the thought alone. Four months along, food is literally on her mind 24-7. Well that and sex. Sometimes even at the same time. She'd practically creamed her pants this morning watching Stefan make blueberry waffles. They were heavenly too, so heavenly she was almost certain she would end up having dreams about them. Sure they were smothered in whipped cream and powdered sugar but what she did taste was simply amazing. Her 'baby daddy' sure was a fucking incredible cook. That much was for sure.
Waffles. Whipped cream and Stefan. Good God. Get yourself together, Elena.
"Elena.. Elena.. E-ELENA!"
After finally snapping out of it, she hears the aggravated tone in her friend's voice and wonders just how long she had been daydreaming.
"Hm?" she smiles a little dreamily, not being able to help herself.
She'd even forgotten where she was there for a second, having to look around at her surroundings to remember she was out at lunch with Caroline.
"Baby Salvatore that good huh?" the blonde wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and giggles before shoving some fries in her mouth. "You know I always wondered who really was the bigger brother.. As much as I hate to admit it Damon is pretty gifted himself. Always wondered about Mr. Broods A lot though."
Elena loves her to death, but sometimes their perky little friend doesn't know how to shut up. Just hearing the D word sours her mood completely. She makes a face, not wanting to think about that period in time when Caroline and the love of her life was humping. It being such a long time ago and not to mention a very, very quick fling, it's not all that surprising that it's pretty much forgotten among their friends. It's kind of funny though. Everyone thinks she's been knocked up by Stefan when in reality the only Salvatore she's ever seen naked is.. him.
Losing her appetite all of a sudden she pushes away the double cheeseburger in front of her, making Caroline raise an eyebrow curiously.
Lately Stefan has had to blow off a lot of steam. With having to deal with an extra moody Elena at home and then a hostile Damon at work, he has to run like three times a day to just clear his mind. He and his big brother run a mechanic shop alongside their dad, and he's always been used to the brotherly rivalry between them but lately it's like been put on overdrive. Damon challenges him in every way possible, making his life a living hell even more than usual. He tries his best to not let him get to him, but it's honestly easier said than done.
The mood swings he can deal with it, that's no big deal. But the crying is something he can not handle. Women and tears make him nervous. After getting home from taking a quick run around the block, he comes home to his worst nightmare.
Sweaty and sticky, Stefan heads toward the bathroom in his room to take a shower. Before he makes it there he hears muffled sobs from the other side of the room. He looks around but she's no where to be found. Continuing to hear the quiet crying he goes over to the corner of the room and finds Elena sitting against the wall, clothes scattered all around her. It's only then he realizes the whole room is covered with her clothes. Crouching down to her level, he frowns and makes her look at him.
"Elena. Talk to me.. what's wrong?" he whispers growing more and more concerned by the second.
"Nothing fits," she chokes out. "Like nothing. At all. I'm that frickin' huge. And I'm only four months.." she adds her anger raising a bit, "Can you imagine how big I'm going to get if I'm already this fucking big!"
Stefan sucks in a breath, and takes a moment to think about his response very carefully, knowing it's a very delicate situation he's just been thrown head first in. One wrong word and he might not make it out alive. It's taking everything in him to not burst out laughing, finding the whole thing kind of absurd. She's pregnant. She's supposed to be huge. Not like he's ever going to mutter those words to her though. He values his life way too much to do something ridiculously stupid like that.
Instead he simply smiles and caresses her cheek with his pad of his thumb, "You are not that big, Elena." He sees the look she gives him so he quickly adds, "And even a few months from now when you do get bigger, I'm gonna tell you the same thing I'm telling you now.. you are beautiful. You're beautiful now and you'll always be beautiful to me."
"B-But nothing fits," she whines.
Him, women and tears do not mix. Not at all. Twenty minutes later he's doing something he thought he'd never do, he's shopping. But it's even worse since she's pregnant and emotional. As long as the crying stops he doesn't care how much his wallet suffers.
Elena's mini-meltdown earlier that day wears her out. Both of them really, because when they get back from the mall, both end up collapsing on the bed and falling asleep when it's still light outside. She wakes up in the middle of the night though and smiles to herself when she finds him in an all too familiar position. She turns around in his arms but stays close, nuzzling her face against his chest.
"Stefan," she whispers his name, trying her best not to giggle when he groans and mumbles something about Hot Wheels and tutus.
She shakes him this time and says his name a little louder, "Stefan."
"STEFAN!"
He shoots up out of bed and looks around frantically, "What.. what?!"
His eyes land on her and she's giving him an innocent smile. One that she's given him countless times before this time of night.
"Alright. What do you want tonight?" he raises an eyebrow, "Pickles? Ice cream? Pickles and ice cream?"
She glares at him but replies, "Mint chocolate chip ice cream."
He furrows his brow in confusion, "But you don't even like-" he stops himself mid-sentence and shakes his head.
"And more.." she starts but he ends up finishing her sentence for her.
"More whipped cream I know," he smiles as he's tying his shoes and grabbing his keys and wallet, "Anything else?"
She hugs her pillow and thinks about it for a moment or two, "Mm a Slim Jim," she nods and laughs.
"Anything else?"
She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope that will be all. Now go get my food, Daddy," she winks playfully.
Daddy.
Elena thinks it kind of has a nice ring to it.