A/N: I apologise for not updating in a while, college has been getting on top of me, and home life's been a bitch. I will try to update more. I really will. Thank you for all your patience and loyalty to reading my stories. I really appreciate it. Thanks again.

i reuploaded this chapter as i realised at the end i starting writing in Elena's Pov. ooppps. Lots of love and hugs to you all :)

Elena had been resting for a few days after the birth of her son, when Stefan finally plucked up to courage to come and visit them in Port Angeles. Damon refused to let him in, not wanting to upset Elena. He knew she wouldn't want Stefan around their baby while she was sleeping.

"He's my nephew, Damon, just let me see him." Stefan demanded.

Damon glared at the person on the doorstep who was supposed to be his brother, he wouldn't let him in; he just couldn't, because Elena and their son meant more to him than anything else in the world.

Elena had woken from her sleep, softly, and had lain there, listening to Damon and Stefan's argument. She eventually managed to pull herself out of bed, to sort out the 'brotherly love'. Pulling on her silk dressing gown, she ventured out into the hallway.

"Why can't you two keep it down?" Elena groaned, rubbing her eyes and pulling her dressing gown tighter.

Stefan looked over Damon's shoulder, smiling at Elena. She ignored him, not attempting to even try with Stefan. He'd fucked her off epically, there was no fixing this.

"Damon, send him away and come back to bed." Elena pleaded, before going back to the bedroom, responding to her son's crying.

Damon looked at Stefan and slammed the door shut in his face, before chasing after Elena.

When he walked into the bedroom, he found Elena leant over the bassinette, talking to her son. He leant against the door frame, crossing his arms.

"I love you Elena Gilbert." He said softly as she stood up straight. She quickly spun around and she blushed red. He rarely told her he loved her, but when he did, it made her feel so special.

"And I love you too Damon Salvatore."

He approached her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead. They both looked down at their sleeping son, and they both sighed in happiness.

"He doesn't have a name." Elena suddenly stated, panicked. Damon quickly calmed her down, and got her to breathe. She was shaking. Her son was five days old, and they hadn't named him yet. This made her feel like a bad mother. Damon thought about names for a few moments.

"How about Alexander?" Elena quickly said, smiling sweetly at Damon. It was the same name he had in his head.

"It's perfect." Damon held Elena tighter. Thoughts engulfing his mind, he loved them both so much. He felt Elena's tiredness, and scooped her into his arms, bridal style. Elena nuzzled into Damon's chest, as he carried her to the bed. They managed to sleep for a few hours before Alexander woke to be fed, it wasn't a hysterical overly loud scream, but a small, delicate wail that woke them from their slumber. Damon left the room so Elena could feed their son, she really wished that he didn't leave, but she admired his modesty. When Alexander finally settled after his fed, Elena carried him to his father who was in the study, writing in his journal, a habit he'd picked up from Stefan. Damon happily took his sleeping son, he cradled him as he finished the line he was writing, and gently stroked his son's head.

"He is so perfect," he whispered, kissing his son's forehead. Elena smiled, closing Damon's journal and putting it back in the drawer of the desk, she respecting his privacy and he respected hers. Elena swallowed, wanting to say something, something that Damon would never allow, no matter how she could plead and beg, he wouldn't allow it.

"I think Stefan should meet his nephew," those words, which were in Elena's head, came out of Damon's mouth as a faint whisper that Elena just heard.

"I agree," she responded, squeezing Damon's shoulder. He looked up her, he was so unsure about this. "Stefan is the only family you have; we can't keep him from Alexander." Damon nodded towards the phone on the desk, Elena took it, and dialled Stefan's number. She exhaled, knowing that this could definitely end up in a fight. She pressed the phone to her ear, and listened to the calling tone. She waited patiently, and then Stefan finally answered.

"What do you want, Damon?" Stefan spat like a knob head, Elena grit her teeth, and gave Damon that homicidal smile she had.

"It's not Damon, and we want you to see your nephew." Elena said coldly, Damon looked at her with his caring eyes, he knew this would be hard for all of them, she could hear Stefan breathing.

"Fine, I'll be over later." He hung up on her, frustrating her.

she just wanted to punch something, he infuriated me so goddamn much, yes, she might have been in the wrong, but for god sake, he needed to grow the hell up…