Here is chapter 2 of the sequel. I know the first one was off to a slow start, but it will get better I promise.

Enjoy and as always, review : )

Chapter 2—The Birth

Damon smiled lovingly as he looked at Elena's sleeping form. After their tryst, she had fallen into an exhausted heap on the bed. He smirked realizing he had totally worn her out. Moving his arm across her stomach, he felt the baby kicking. He found himself actually hoping she would give birth within the next few days. He couldn't wait to meet their little one growing in her belly. He would finally get to meet his son or daughter.

Deciding to let her rest, he gently moved out of bed, putting his boxers back on. Lifting the forgotten sheet at the end of the bed, he draped it over her so that she wouldn't get cold. Gazing at her one last time, he made his way over to the liquor cabinet. After making himself a drink, he walked out onto their balcony.

Leaning over the railing, drink in hand, he studied the town they lived in. It was a nice, quiet town that he loved. No one had recognized him yet and for that, he was grateful. He could easily see him and Elena making a permanent home here with their baby. She deserved that life.

However, he knew it wouldn't always be that way. In about a year or so, they would have to move again to avoid detection. It was a small world and something was bound to happen. He just hoped they could avoid the FBI at all costs. As far as he knew, Elijah was still there and if he ever got wind of Damon and Elena's whereabouts, they would never have enough time to move. He had to stay a few steps ahead of his enemies.

A strange feeling of being watched washed over him. Shivering, he thought it was just the cold but he knew that feeling too well. Looking down he studied the bushes and trees for any sign of movement. Squinting, he looked closer. He wasn't taking any chances—if somebody were watching them, he would rip them apart!

A bird flew out of a nearby tree, startling him. He laughed aloud at his foolish nervousness. All those years of being in a prison were starting to catch up to him.

Deciding to head back inside, he shed his boxers once again before joining her. Spooning himself up against her, he too let himself succumb to sleep, grateful for everything he had in his life.

….

A loud groan coming from the bathroom made Damon stir at four in the morning. Moving softly, his hand reached instinctively over to Elena's side of the bed only for it to come up empty handed. His eyes opened as he saw a sliver of light come from their master bathroom.

The door opened to reveal Elena in a nightgown. He couldn't see her face but soon she doubled-over clutching her stomach.

"Elena, what's wrong?" he practically shouted, jumping out of bed to grab his boxers before running to her. When he reached her, she looked up at him with a small smile despite the pain.

"It's time Damon. I think the baby's coming," she whispered excitedly. She watched as his face erupted into a grin.

"So the sex worked huh?"

"Don't joke now Damon, we need to get ready. Where do you want me to lie down?"

Damon immediately picked her up and headed toward the guest room, preparing her and himself for the arrival of their baby.

….

Washington D.C., That Same Moment

Alaric Saltzman made his way to the office that morning, with a file in his hand. Knocking softly he heard a command.

"Enter."

Alaric entered the office of the Head for the Department of Psychological Criminals of the FBI. Elijah nodded at him, sitting up fully.

"Alaric! To what do I owe this early pleasure?" he asked politely.

Alaric simply nodded, handing him a file. "We've found their location."

Elijah's smile quickly grew into a smirk as he read the file. Finally!

…..

"AHHHHHHH!"

Damon was trying as gently as he could manage to give her the dosage of morphine he had in his medical kit. It wasn't easy with her thrashing in pain, but he managed. Getting down at the end of the bed between her spread legs, he inserted a few fingers to see how dilated she was. She was very close to the birth now.

"That's good sweetheart, you are doing so great! Now relax a moment," he soothed comfortingly, rubbing her back then her stomach before getting between her spread legs again.

"Elena, sweetheart. I need you to concentrate and breathe like we practiced, okay? Just breathe. Hmmmmmm, phoooo, hhmmmmm, phooo" He started chanting in breaths, coaching her through the contractions.

Elena mimicked as much as she could. She concentrated through the pain, trying to get her breathing under control. She needed to be strong both for herself and the baby.

"Okay, one more push alright? Can you do that for me baby?" he asked, trying to contain his excitement. Getting down between her legs again, he saw the baby's head coming out. They were so close!

"Okay, one more….PUSH!" he shouted, trying to get her to concentrate yet barely able to contain his own excitement.

Elena screamed her head off as she pushed with all her might, praying for the baby to come out of her. The morphine had taken the edge off but didn't take it all away.

A baby cry pierced the room. Elena sighed as the last push took almost all of her strength, falling into the pillows.

Damon was looking down at the tiny form in his arms. While it was red and bloodied from the birth, he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. Well, besides Elena.

Tears in his eyes, he looked up at her, smiling in joy. Elena was still panting, her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her forehead, waiting for a response from him. "What is it Damon? Is the baby alright? Is it a girl or a boy?"

Wrapping the baby in a small towel, he lifted it up. It was still crying slightly from being taken out of its warm cocoon, but it was the most beautiful sight Elena had ever seen.

"It's a boy," Damon confirmed, tears streaming down his own face as happiness took over his heart.

Elena started crying too from her happiness, reaching for the little bundle. Holding him close to her chest, she realized she couldn't be any happier than she was in that moment. Looking down into her own flesh and blood made her feel complete as a woman.

She felt Damon join her on the side of the bed. Looking over to him, she saw his own tears of happiness as he snuggled his head into her shoulder.

"You alright sweetheart? Do you still hurt anywhere or do you feel light-headed?" he asked, making sure the birth didn't wear her completely out.

"I feel fantastic Damon, thank you so much for giving me this," she leaned up to peck his lips with her own.

Both of them stared at their little miracle, in awe of his tininess and his small limbs.

"What are we going to call him?" Damon asked. They had thought of a few names but hadn't fully decided upon one yet.

"How about…Aiden? It's one of our options and I like the sound of it," she suggested, smiling as the baby slowly fell asleep in her arms, Damon stroking his little cheek with his forefinger.

"Aiden…I like it," he smiled, loving his little family with all his heart. He hugged Elena to him before leaning down and kissing his little son on the forehead.

He vowed then and there that he would never, ever lose his family. He would kill for them, he would die for them, the list went on and on.

But one thing was for certain—no one was going to take his family away from him, ever.

Well, what do you guys think? Don't worry, the man watching them in the first chapter has nothing to do with the FBI. It's another person who will be revealed later on : )