As they arrived in Port Angeles, Elena could tell Damon was practically starving. He pulled into a diner parking lot.
"Why are we in Port Angeles, Damon?" Elena asked, " Are we heading up to Canada, because if we are, you could have taken the I-5 to Vancouver….oh don't tell me you're taking me up to one of the old reservations, I'm seeing NO voodoo doctor!"
Damon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to control his temper.
"just stop talking," he muttered. Elena sighed,
"Go feed, I'll go into this diner, and I will eat."
Damon nodded agreeing. Elena dragged herself out of the car, and walked into the diner. Sat by the window, so she could keep an eye on Damon's car, he never locked it, and you couldn't be too careful. Elena watched as Damon got out of his car, looked around for a few moments and disappeared.
The diner was only small, and it smelt distinctively of coffee, a waitress approached Elena, ready to take her order.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice had a thick southern ring to it. Elena looked at the waitress, she looked stressed, her amber hair was falling out of her once perfect up-do and grease was smeared on her white apron. The name tag on her uniform read Annie.
"Can I have a plate of pancakes please?" Elena cradled her bump, as she felt her baby move. It sent waves of tingles through her body.
Annie scribbled down Elena's order and disappeared without another word.
The once soothing twinges from Elena's baby, turned into tight painful contractions. Elena breathed through the pain, calling Damon in her head. She refused to have this baby on the floor of the diner. Elena gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles pure white. The pain got more intense; she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming. Her body went into a state of panic, which sent a mental signal to Damon who was feeding on an elk he'd managed to capture. Damon knew what was happening, and he had to get her to a safe place. He crashed into the diner and grabbed Elena from where she was sitting, and leaving the car where it was, headed for the woods. Elena was almost in tears, she knew the baby was coming. Damon stopped on the doorstep of a stately home, hidden by the mass of trees and fog. Damon took her into the house, and laid her on the sofa.
He'd never done this before, he didn't know what to expect. He collected a few towels and rolled up his sleeves. Damon carefully moved Elena into a position that the baby could be delivered from. Elena was cradling her stomach, whispering a faint prayer. Damon squeezed her hands; he was just as scared as she was. Elena let Damon prep her for the birth; a towel was positioned over her knees, and Damon had sterilised his hands.
He stood up, and kissed her forehead.
"I love you." He whispered to her, and lifted her hand to his mouth where he kissed her palm.
"Damon, I need to push," Elena gasped.
With no pain relief, and no medical training of any sort, Damon helped Elena deliver their beautiful baby boy; the labour was all of an hour. Damon knew that the mother and baby bond was crucial, so after he'd cleaned her and his son up, he left them to rest. He went to go and get his car, and when he arrived back to the stately home, they hadn't moved. Suddenly, the moment of pride was broken as the phone exploded, causing Elena to stir. Damon answered it quickly.
"Hello?" He asked, he knew straight away who it was.
"Is she alright, Damon? I felt her pain, I heard her pleas Damon. Is she ok?" Stefan sounded genuinely concerned. Damon wanted to hang up, but this was his brother, he needed to know he had a nephew.
"She had a baby boy, Stefan. They're both sleeping at the moment. He's strong, his heart is really loud. I'm a father," Damon couldn't control his words, he was so happy, but he knew all his excitement was making Stefan hurt. The line went dead, and Damon sighed. There was no getting through to him. Damon watched them sleeping, a few days ago he never imagined that he's see such a beautiful sight. In all the things he would see in his lifetime, it was this, this moment right here that he knew he'd never forget, this moment he knew that he would cherish for all of eternity. He sat next to Elena and she sensed his presence, and put her head on his chest. And everything was perfect in that moment.
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