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Damon was so proud of her, she'd given him a beautiful baby boy and she'd given Stefan a chance to be in their lives. Damon wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, and he was glad she was happy with him.

"I don't want him in this house." Elena blurted, as she placed the phone on the table. Damon looked at her, having Stefan in this house would be too weird, plus Elena didn't want him to have an invitation to come in, he knew that.

"Then where do you suppose we let him see his nephew?" Damon asked, putting on his 'posh' voice. Elena shrugged, and disappeared to go and get dressed. Damon rolled his eyes, Elena left most decisions to him it was easier that way. Damon cradled his son, Alexander had Damon's eyes, and soft jaw line, but he had his mother's hair and faint complexion, but to Damon he was perfect. He took the phone and re-dialled Stefan, he answered straight away.

"Elena?" Stefan whispered, Damon cringed at his brother's desperateness.

"No, it is me this time," Damon responded, holding Alexander close to his chest, "Elena doesn't want you in our house." He told Stefan bluntly, he wasn't going to down play the situation; it was going to be about honesty and love from this point forward.

"If that's what she wants then fine, we can meet at the diner." Stefan tried calling the shots, but Damon wasn't going to let him, he didn't want Stefan remotely close to their new found home, he didn't want Stefan in the same state as them.

"No, Stefan, you aren't calling the shots, we are. We'll meet you in California, tomorrow, you know the place." Damon told Stefan, using his authoritive voice. There were days when Damon missed when Stefan and he were close, when they were actual brothers, not when they were bitter as hell to each other, he hated that Katherine had come between them, but life is life, and Damon had to cherish the moments carefully. Things happen for a reason. Damon held the phone to his ear, waiting for Stefan to respond.

"Fine, I guess that will have to suffice, I'm looking forward to seeing him, to seeing all of you." Stefan sounded genuine, but Damon couldn't be bothered with him, Stefan had learnt to lie, and be deceitful from Damon, so he couldn't trust him. Damon cut the call off and placed the phone back on the desk. He carefully rose from the chair, and carried his son, as they went to find Elena. Damon followed the sound of the music, and walked in to the bedroom to see Elena dancing around the room, he couldn't help but laugh. Elena froze, and slowly turned around. She laughed at Damon's facial expression.

"I was having a human moment." Elena shrugged it off, approaching Damon. He shook his head, chuckling, cradling their son. "You seem like such a natural," Elena commented on Damon's fathering skills. He looked up at her, he knew what she was talking about, everything just came natural to him, like he'd been doing it for years, and he wasn't scared of anything, even though he'd always thought that he'd never have this.

"I'm Damon Salvatore, what can't I do?" He smirked, making Elena shake her head at him. She didn't answer his question and continued getting ready.

"We're meeting Stefan in California," Damon told her, placing their son in his crib, Elena didn't say anything as she continued to straighten her hair, she was happy that both Damon and Stefan had respected her wishes. She didn't want Stefan in her home, it wasn't safe.

"Why California?" She finally asked, placing the hair straighteners on the vanity. Damon came up behind her, and kissed her neck, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"I don't want him near her; I want you to feel safe," Damon whispered, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "We have to go and sign the house over to your name today before we drive to California," Damon added, he wanted his beloved to be protected, to feel safe. Elena took his hand in hers, kissing his fingers, as she admired him in the mirror, she understood his motives, and then she laughed to herself, letting his hand go. Damon looked at her, with a confused look on his face.

"You have motives, Damon Salvatore," She winked, dusting the dry skin off her face.

"So, doesn't everyone?" Damon quizzed, as he made the bed. Elena sighed with a smile, maybe he was right, and maybe he wasn't that strange. Damon was being concerned by Elena's strange behaviour, and trying to convince himself that it was the post-pregnancy hormones was failing. Elena saw the concern in her boyfriend's eyes; she had to tell him the truth at some point, she couldn't go on like this forever, she couldn't hide away forever. A single, rouge tear rolled down her face, which suddenly had her being crushed into Damon's chest.

"Baby, honey, darling, Elena, what's wrong?" Damon pleaded with her, he hated seeing her cry, and she managed to push him away, to compose herself.

"I miss my family and friends Damon," Elena sighed.

Damon closed his eyes, he knew that this was going to happen, after all she was human.

A/N: It's getting a little intense I know, and I am honestly trying to update as soon as possible for you guys. You guys are the best.

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