Chapter 16 is here! First, thank you all so so so much for your amazing reviews! I'm so happy you all loved the last chapter, I did too! And I hope you love this chapter too!

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April 2006:

She had to be on the worst date of her life. She could've sworn she'd been with him for hours, when in reality they'd only been in the bar a few minutes. Tyler was nice, but he was already boring her to tears, yet his hands sure had an active imagination. And to make matters worse, she couldn't stop comparing him to her date with Damon. It was infuriating. He was invading her thoughts without her permission, just like he'd invaded her life.

She was praying that the couple they were doubling with would get there soon. Maybe then the conversation wouldn't feel so strained. They slid into a booth together; she chose to sit across from him. She wanted to put as much distance between her and his grabby hands as she could.

"Tyler!" She heard a female voice call out from beside her. She looked up to see a tall model-esque woman coming toward them.

"Hey Andie, meet Elena. Elena, this is my co-worker, Andie," Tyler introduced and they shook hands quickly.

"Where is your date?" Tyler asked her as she slid into the booth next to him.

"Right here," A melodic voice rang out. Elena's skin was instantly crawling with goosebumps. She didn't even need to turn to see who it was. He didn't miss a beat and slid into the booth right next to her. His jean-clad leg brushed her bare one and left a trail of burning flesh in its wake. She chastised herself for having such a strong reaction to him.

"Elena, Tyler, this is Damon. Damon this is Elena and Tyler," Andie introduced. Damon said his hello to Tyler before turning to Elena. She finally built up the self control to look at him, but that broke as soon as she saw his dazzling smile.

"Hello Elena," he smirked with a playful twinkle in his eyes that she wanted to gouge out with a fork.

"Hi Damon," she managed to mutter.

The night only got worse from there. The three of them conversed easily and she tried to act interested. She was being distracted at Damon's "accidental" grazes against her legs, her arms, and her hip. She was going mad and her body was reacting so strongly, she was sure he could sense it. He seemed to be getting some sick enjoyment out of touching her.

Ever since their kiss after Stefan and Caroline's engagement party, her body had a violent reaction to his nearness. Which is exactly why she'd been trying to keep her distance from him. She wasn't used to feeling so much for one guy, and she definitely wasn't used to him telling her he felt the same.

When the small booth became too much to handle, she turned to Tyler, "Hey, do you want to dance?"

His smile dropped off his face and he immediately looked uncomfortable.

"I don't know, Elena. I'm not really a dancer," he said shyly.

"Why don't I dance with you?" Damon said with a smirk in his voice.

"That's a great idea!" Andie's voice squealed before Elena could say no.

She just sighed and took his outstretched hand and followed him through the throng of people on the dance floor. Once on the other side of the crowd, Damon wrapped his arms around her, grabbing one of her hands in his, and setting her heart off. She carefully wrapped her other arm around his neck and followed his lead as they swayed to the music.

"You've been pushing me away," Damon said softly in her ear. His breath was warm on the side of her face and she had to clamp down on her self control.

"I am not," she said defiantly.

"You are afraid," he continued as if she didn't say anything as he lowered his hand on her back just a little, but enough to drive her crazy.

"No, I'm not," she said, her voice coming out shakier than she wanted.

"Your body isn't afraid, but your mind is," he whispered, smirking against her skin as goosebumps erupted where his breath touched.

"What does it matter, you have Andie now," Elena said as she pulled away from him slightly, being so close to him was doing crazy things to her.

"Andie is just a friend, and is that jealously I hear?" Damon mused with that smirk still plastered on his face. She wanted to badly to slap it off. Or kiss it off.

She shook her head to clear the thought before responding, "No. It isn't."

"Well if you aren't afraid of me, then you won't mind if I kiss you again," he said in a low, husky voice. Her eyes snapped to his and she was immediately stuck in them. She watched him slowly lower his face to hers. She did nothing to stop him. She didn't want to stop him. She closed her eyes just as his lips touched hers. And then everything was on fire. She pressed her lips against his and opened her mouth as his tongue sought entrance. Her body melted against his and she lost herself in him. And all too soon, he pulled away.

"Damon," his name left her lips in a strangled whisper, her eyes still closed.

"You are a terrible liar," he said, resting his forehead against hers. She opened her eyes to get lost in his.

"I know," she whispered back before giving in and pressing her lips against his once more.

Present Day:

Her plane ride was miserable. Between getting motion sick and her constant thoughts about Damon, she was a mess by the time the plane landed. The whole flight she thought about him, where he was, what was he doing. It was masochistic, but she let herself. Half way through the flight she realized that she needed to be done with him. He had obviously moved on and didn't want her in his life and she needed to do the same. She couldn't live her life wondering what could've happened. She owed it to herself to move on.

She let out an audible sigh of relief when she saw Bonnie waiting for her in the airport. Tears instantly gathered in her eyes and she blinked them back, chastising herself for being so emotional, as she ran to her friend and wrapped her arms around her. They held onto each other for a few long moments before Elena finally took a step back.

"He's a jerk," Bonnie said, grabbing one of Elena's bags off the ground.

"Yes he is," Elena agreed, "And I have decided it's time to move on and get back in the game."

Bonnie stopped walking at stared at her as a brief flash of shock crossed her features.

"Really?" She asked skeptically.

"Yes really," Elena laughed and rolled her eyes, "I'm done with the tears and no matter how much I cry about him, he's never coming back into my life. I have to cope with that and what better way than a rebound?"

"Are you sure that is smart?" Bonnie asked hesitantly.

"If he can move on, then so can I. I can't live my life in the past anymore. He's gone and I need to move on. I have to move on," she said firmly.

"It's not going to be easy," Bonnie warned.

"I know, but it's time," Elena said. Suddenly her ears started ringing and she felt her face flush as it had on the plane. She mumbled to Bonnie that she'd be right back before taking off toward the nearest restroom where she emptied the contents of her stomach into a toilet. She didn't have much to give, so she was stuck dry heaving into the porcelain bowl.

When her nausea subsided, she washed her hands and her face in the sink. She felt instantly better, but she hoped she'd survive the drive back to Mystic Falls.

Bonnie was waiting for her outside the bathroom when she walked out.

"Everything ok?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah," Elena shrugged, grabbing her bag from Bonnie, "I just got motion sick from the flight and it's still not agreeing with me."

His moment of courage quickly slipped away with his drunkenness. He was pacing his floor wondering exactly how he was going to win her back. Was it even possible?

The look of hurt on her face flashed in his mind. He told her that he didn't love her. He couldn't have told a bigger lie. He hoped that saying it out loud, saying it to her, would help him get over her. He was so wrong.

His laptop sat open on his desk as he paced in front of it. He had a web browser pulled up with ticket prices to Virginia. Yet he couldn't get up the courage to purchase one. He found himself in this same position everyday for the past week.

Things with the paparazzi had only gotten worse a week after the wedding. Everyone wanted a statement, something they could use for a juicy story, but he wasn't talking and apparently neither was Katherine. She didn't need to be hounded with brutal reminders of what she lost. He felt guilty, but he would've felt worse marrying into a lie. He needed the excuse to get out of the city. Virginia was the perfect place.

But he couldn't just show up to her home and beg for her back. She'd never take him back, but he had to try something. He couldn't live without her. He barely survived the past five years, how would he survive the rest of his life? He needed her, all of her. He wanted to marry her; he wanted her to have his children, to grow old together. He wanted it all without a shadow of a doubt in his mind. So why was it so difficult to just purchase his ticket and win her back?

He knew the longer he waited, the more likely it would be that she had moved on. He didn't like that thought. It made him physically ill to picture her with anyone but him. The image haunted his dreams at night, but every time he went to buy his plane ticket, he chickened out. He was too afraid to put his heart on the line just to have it shattered. Just like he did to her.

Maybe he deserved to be alone. After rejecting Elena and then humiliating Katherine on her wedding day, Karma was probably sending him a message. He was destined to be alone for the rest of his life. Maybe he would just have to come to terms with that.

His mind wandered to how long Elena would last being single especially after he ripped himself from her life. He saw images of guys trying to put the moves on her, trying to kiss her, to sleep with her and he felt his stomach churn. And then without another moment's hesitation he walked to his computer and selected a flight out of New York and purchased it.

She wasn't sure how well this moving on thing was actually going. She was sitting across from her fourth date in two weeks. He was a tanned surfer from Florida. He met every criterion on her list: tall, muscular, funny, broad smile. Mason was incredibly handsome with his hazel eyes and curly hair.

"So what do you do for a living, Mason?" She asked over dinner.

"I am a city planner for the town of Mystic Falls," he explained.

"Wow, I bet that comes in handy for your sister-in-law," Elena chuckled as she twirled her pasta around her fork.

"Yep, Carol loves to force me into helping with all her projects," Mason laughed with her. His brother was Mayor Lockwood and Carol, his wife was always throwing some sort of party for the town.

"Speaking of said projects," he continued, "There's a Founder's Day ball on Friday and I was wondering if you'd like to be my date."

Elena froze mid-bite. She was fine going from date to date with different men, but she wasn't sure what to do with a second date. She decided that she needed to put herself out there and she found herself agreeing to accompany him.

"I had fun tonight, Mason," she said as he walked her to her door after dinner.

"I did too," he smiled at her. He was so warm and friendly that Elena felt comfort in his presence, but something had been off all night. She couldn't quite place it. Actually, she didn't want to place it, because she knew the exact reason for it. It made her angry that she still couldn't push him to the back of her mind. So angry that when she locked eyes with Mason and he started leaning in, she didn't fight it and let him kiss her.

It was a sweet, gentle kiss, but when he pulled back, she didn't find herself missing the contact of his lips against hers. She didn't feel that craving for him. She didn't feel her heartbeat pick up and her blood light on fire. He smiled at her as she felt her head start swimming and her stomach queasy. She quickly bid him goodnight and ran inside to the nearest bathroom before she emptied her dinner into her toilet. She wondered if there was something from dinner that didn't sit well with her as she rifled through the cabinet under the sink for a new roll of paper towels.

Then she spotted something in the back corner of the cabinet that made her heart sink through the floor. A box of tampons. She mentally counted back the days in her mind and was horrified to discover she was late. She was never late. She was never late by a whole week. Ever.

Immediately tears flooded her eyes and she felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. It was like she was taken right back to the same place she'd been five years before. She knew without a test or a doubt in her mind.

She was pregnant.

BAHH! So many of you were rooting for Elena to be pregnant and for a while I wasn't planning on it, it just felt right in this chapter, so I went with it.

I know there was no Delena this chapter, but next chapter is pretty heavy Delena. I'm going to guess that we have like 2-3 chapters left and probably a epilogue.

So several of you have contacted me for my email incase SOPA/PIPA pass. (Which I doubt they will. *knock on wood*) So, I decided I'll post my email for you incase, so you can get updates. I also have a Livejournal if you guys want to follow that too. I'm going to start posting things there too.

My LJ address is: princessme385 (dot) livejournal (dot) com

My email is: rachellebelle08 gmail (dot) com

Obviously, just remove the dots. haha

So that's that. Thank you all so much for reading and to all my reviewers. I love hearing what you have to say and what you get excited about or mad about. It makes me feel like you are really enjoying the story and that makes my heart smile!