AN: I've finally managed to update, yay :) As always I can't thank you enough for your alerts, favorites, and especially nice reviews! They keep me going and I'm glad you guys are sticking with me.

So this chapter is most of all fluffy - next chapter we're getting everyone but I wanted some D/E moments alone. Ha, hope you won't mind. ;)

Oh, and at the end of this chapter we find out who's the 'she' that keeps annoying D/E. And obviously some of you have already figured out who it is, LOL :D

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think!

Ps: I've started a new story (Delena of course!), "Turning Tables", and I would really appreciate if you wanted to check it out. There are only 2 chapters up yet but more to come very soon. For those who are already reading it, thank you guys! It really means a lot to me!

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"Hello Damon." Giuseppe said, standing up and placing his hands in the pockets of his suit.

Damon's jaw instantly clentched as he stepped in front of Elena almost in a protective manner. He took her hand in his and held it, gently caressing its palm with his thumb to reassure her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone firm and cold.

"Wishing you a Merry Christmas." Giuseppe said playing dumb, smiling widely. He chuckled a little and shook his head. "Besides, this house is still mine."

He smirked devishly and got closer, checking Elena out with a look that Damon didn't like. At all.

"I thought you and my son were over. Guess I was wrong. After all, you succeeded in making him knock you up." He said shaking his head.

Elena was frozen as she looked at the intimidating man in front of her. Damon squeezed her hand and replied before she could.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that." He said angrily, going to stand right in front of his father. "Do you understand me, old man?"

"Oh why son. Is this the way to talk to your father?" He asked pretending to be hurt.

"You're not my father. For my whole life you've been everything but a father to me. Where were you when I thought I was going to die, uh? You didn't even call me. Not even once." Damon spat in his face. "So you don't get to come here with your little fake acting and pretend of giving two shits about me."

Giuseppe sighed deeply, walking to take his coat.

"Well Damon, what can I say. Maybe I kind of wished that you would have actually died six months ago." He said with nonchalance, as he was saying the most normal thing in the world.

Elena made a strangled noise at Giuseppe's harsh words as Damon froze in his steps and clentched his fits.

She didn't care if he offended her, if he thought that she wasn't worth of Damon, or if he took it on her. But how he dared saying something like that to him. His own son. Blood of his blood.

Elena realized that Giuseppe actually made her sick. She wished a life of misery for him. He didn't deserve to be the father of someone as amazing as Damon, and she couldn't even imagine how deeply those words had hurt him. Was this how Damon had lived all his life before she came along? Being hated and bullied by his father? Was that the only family that he had, besides Stefan?

"Go. Away." Damon said trying to sound calm, unaffected.

Giuseppe was standing at the doorstep, his smug smirk still in place.

Elena saw red. She couldn't tolerate something like that anymore. She had to give a piece of her mind to him. She would do anything for Damon.

She narrowed her eyes and started walking like a fury towards him, poking her finger into his chest.

"Elena?" Damon called as he tried to step closer.

She held up her other hand as to tell him to stay in place.

"You." She said harshly pointing her finger at Giuseppe, her eyes burning into his. "You are nothing but a pathetic, sad, resentful old man full of shit. If you are frustrated and unhappy with your life then take it on yourself. For some sick reason you are mad that Damon is finally happy after all these years, aren't you? And you bastard gave nothing but crap to him for all his life. But mind you, because what goes around comes around. I bet even your wife knows how pathetic you are, if you know what I mean." Elena said chuckling devishly, letting all the hatred she felt for this man burst out loud. "So you come near Damon again filling him with your bullshit, and I will end you. You don't get to talk to him like that. Never again. We don't want you in our lives, you can go to hell." She said harshly, raising her voice.

Giuseppe had a priceless look on his face. A mix of anger and guilt. But Damon knew better. He knew that Elena's words hit him like a hurricane. He couldn't believe herself that she just did that.

Every person he knew, his own brother included, feared Giuseppe and his autority. But here she was even during her pregnancy showing all her badassery. She was amazing, and he had to thank everyday for having a woman like that in his life.

Elena didn't curse often, and when she was mad she managed to stay calm anyway. Hearing her say words like 'shit' and 'bastard' was a bummer. Giuseppe must have drove her over the edge and she couldn't take it anymore.

He scoffed as he put on his jacket and headed out, slamming the door behind him.

Elena was still raging and Damon sighed deeply, going after her to calm her down. It wasn't healthy for her and for the baby, it shouldn't affect her like that. He couldn't care less about his father anyway.

"Are you okay?" She suddenly asked, her hand caressing his shoulder softly.

Her gaze was holding so much love and worry that he couldn't help but smile at her.

"I'm used to it Elena, that's nothing that he hasn't told me before. But you shouldn't get so flustered baby." He said as pulled her into his embrace, looking at her softly.

"Still that's not acceptable. I'm tired of your father always throwing his crap at you. You don't deserve it Damon. I stood up for you and I don't regret it!" She said firmly as tears started forming in her eyes. "Damn hormones." She then muttered.

He chuckled still embracing her, placing her head on his shoulder as she calmed down. He started petting her hair softly. He knew it always soothed her when she was agitated or angry.

They stayed like that for a few minutes and she finally pulled away, gazing up at him as she kissed his lips.

He took their suitcases and started briging them upstairs, making sure that Elena was in front of him on the stairs. She rolled her eyes a little and started complaining but he shushed her quickly.

He chose the best room for them and smirked when she saw her gasping in surprise. It was twice bigger than their own room at the Boarding House and it all screamed comfort and luxury. The bed was a big canopy one, there was a fireplace on the right that could be commanded with a remote and right in frong ot their bed there was a 38 inch TV. Not to mention the jacuzzi near the bathroom.

"Damon this is…oh my god, this is amazing!" She squealed as she threw herself on the comfy bed.

She sighed quietly and he headed towards her, looking at her with a predatory look. As if she knew what he was up to she gave him a mischevious smile, widening her legs just a little to seduce him.

He was on her in a second as he started kissing her passionately, his lips devouring her neck when they both needed air. She locked her legs tightly around his waist and moaned when he found the right spot on her neck. He stayed there for a while before kissing down her collarbone as he lifted up her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. She bit her lip at the feeling and arched her body towards his, feeling his hardness near her thigh.

He unclasped her bra and started sucking on her hardened nipple, earning a loud moan of pleasure from her. He did the same with her other breast and she saw stars. She started blabing incoherent words and he smirked smugly.

"Damon…please…" She cried out as he played with one of her breasts.

"I need you Elena..." He said huskily, going back up to devour her lips.

He threw her shirt and her bra on the floor, leaving her with a bare chest. As he started pulling down her leggins she took his hand stopping him.

"We can't…Stefan and the others are going to be here soon." She said still breathless.

He growled but took her pants and panties off anyway.

"We'll be quick, I promise." He said with a smirk as he winked at her, already unzipping his pants.

"You're always horny, Damon Salvatore." She smirked as his jeans and boxers came down and he crawled on top of her, lifting her legs to his hips.

"Just for you, baby." He whispered seductively.

He guided himself into her familiar walls and she screamed at the contact, gripping and scratching at his shoulders for support.

Regardless of the pregnancy their sex-life was still active and animated as always. She always joked about how horny he was but truth be told ever since she got pregnant she was the one who always craved for him.

There had been a week when they hadn't had sex for three days and as he came back home she literally jumped on him. He was always seducing her and she was glad that even though her pregnant stomach was now very evident he still wanted her so much. She had got a little insecure especially because women shamelessly kept hitting on him even around her. In his every touch and word though he always managed to show her how she was the one and only for him.

He started thrusting into her fastly as she rocked her hips against his, craving for her release. When he started teasing her clit with his fingers she almost couldn't breathe. They came together as he panted against her neck, slowly stopping his movements.

It was always a unique sensation everytime they became one. He fell in love with her and with the baby that their love had created all over again.

They gazed into each other's eyes smiling softly as he lazily traced soft patterns on her face, knowing that it would relax her.

She felt a little limp all of a sudden and he picked her up, pulling her under the covers as he slid against her body.

"I love you." He said softly as he kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too…and as much as I would like to crawl into bed with you all day, we need to get up. I don't want them to find us like this." She said giggling.

"But I don't want to..." He pouted buring his face in the crook of her neck.

She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes amused. She then kissed his forehead and headed out of the bed, hearing him groan in annoyance.

She opened her suitcase and threw on something comfortable, then heading to the bathroom with her kit as she quickly brushed her messy sex-hair.

By the time she came back into the room Damon was already dressed and the bed done.

"Good boy." She said smiling as she ruffled his hair.

He grinned and took her wirst, pulling her into his lap.

He kissed her, and this time it was sweet and slow, just showing her how much he loved her. They weren't a very clingy couple, or one who liked to show a lot of PDA in public, but as they were alone or even in company they just felt the need to be close to each other. Feeling their skins against each other was home.

"I say that besides my father's unexpected appereance, this vacation started veeery well." He smirked against her lips.

"You can say so." She said, smiling knowingly at him.

His phone suddenly started ringing and he picked it up from the nightstand.

"Hello?"

"Hey Damon it's me. I know I told you we would be there at 12 pm but Jamie started grumbling because he wanted to bring his scratch-book but he needed a new one, so we had to find a store that was still opened and find one." Stefan groaned from the other line.

"It's fine Stef, we didn't mind having the house all for ourselves." He said as Elena elbowed him, blushing.

"Uhm…Damon you're handsfree so uhm just stop there." He said awkwardly.

He heard Caroline muttering something about him being a pig as Elena blushed even harder and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Well there's actually something else I have to tell you and that…you might want to know, trust me." He said.

"Did you find out the sex of the baby?" Caroline said excitedly from the other line.

"You're always interfering aren't you." Damon said rolling his eyes.

"Ass…" She muttered annoyed.

"No, it's not that. It's something I have to directly ask Stefan so I'll just wait until you get here. Speaking of, in how long?"

"I'd say one hour, one hour and a half." Stefan said. "Is it something important Damon?" He asked carefully.

"It is not for me." He said harshly. "I'll just tell you when you get here. See you later." He said hanging up.

He didn't think about it earlier but how did his father find out that they were coming here? The house hadn't been used in years and he would hate knowing that Stefan told him.

As if sensing that something was wrong, Elena started caressing his stomach and his chest, knowing that it would relax him. They both had their weak spots and both of them knew exactly which ones were of the other.

"I don't think Stefan told him. I think your father has his ways to find out about things, Damon." She said sighing softly. It was like she could read his mind sometimes. "He didn't even seem shocked about my pregnancy either so I guess someone's filling him in and I seriously doubt that it's Stefan." She explained trying to make him reason.

"I know...you're right…I just hate that he can keep sneaking into my life so easily. He's capable of anything, Elena. You don't know him." He said shaking his head.

He looked so thoughtful and anxious. She couldn't believe that his fahter had managed to make him become like this during their very first day of Holidays already. It just wasn't fair. Plus she hated seeing Damon like this.

"You worry too much. Now let's just relax and think about our vacation, okay? We have an entire week to look forward to and I don't want to see you like this." She said kissing the top of his head.

She held him for a few moments and after a few minutes they stood up, heading downstairs.

The whole house was just so beautiful. She kept being mesmerized everytime.

"I'm gonna cook something alright?" He asked her once they were downstairs.

"I'm really not hungry." She said shrugging, trying to play dumb.

"Elena you know you need to feed. And this morning you didn't even eat very much either." He said crossing his arms and giving her a pointed look.

"Fine." She sighed. "But I'm already a hippo, Damon. So please don't make me explode."

He laughed at her words and she narrowed her eyes.

"What?" She said as she put her hands on her hips.

"Nothing, really…" He said as he kept grinning. "It's just that you're so sensitive. You're not a hippo at all Lena." He said sincerely.

She threw a dead glare at him and his face turned kind of serious again. She knew that he was still amused so she just shrugged it off as he went into the kitchen.

She put on her jacket and her scarf as she opened one of the big windows of the living room, stepping outside breathing in the freash air.

She closed her eyes and sighed contently at the sensation. She had missed the unique scent of the air in the mountains. She had missed the snow and the cool, fresh air.

It all reminded her of her parents but she didn't feel sadness this time. She just felt that love for them that would never stop being there. She missed them, she missed them everyday, but she wasn't sad anymore. She didn't feel empty or lost. She'd finally found a home again with Damon and their baby. They were her home and meant everything to her.

As if to not be forgotten the baby started fluttering and she patted her belly lovingly, smiling at the sensation of this little precious creature inside of her that she and Damon made.

She couldn't believe that she had almost lost him six months ago. That they could be separated forever, not finding their way back together never again. Truthfully she just couldn't imagine her life without Damon; he would be her one and only love, no matter what happened. Always and forever.

As she started getting cold she stepped inside again, feeling gleefully. She couldn't wait for everyone to get here. The people she loved the most would all be here in a few hours and she couldn't wait.

She headed to the kitchen and found Damon cooking with commitment. He always did, he loved to feed her properly.

"What are you preparing?" She said as she put her arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder.

"Some chicken salad and pasta with pesto." He said.

"Mmm, I love you!" She almost squealed.

He turned around a little and kissed her lips.

He then handed her the chicken salad and she put some of into a bowl, sitting on one of the stools as she started eating frantically.

"Didn't you say that you weren't hungry?" He mocked her as he raised an eyebrow.

"I am. Your food always manages to make me become." She said sheepishly.

He smiled cockily and she rolled her eyes. He took a seat on the stool ahead of hers as he waited for the pasta to be ready.

His phone buzzed twice and he picked it from his pocket to see the text.

Elena could see that he was trying to hide it but it was too late. His eyes widened in a 'holy shit' way and he cursed something angrily.

He then immediatly looked back at her, smiling as if in trying to shrug off whatever was that bothered him. Little did he know that she could read him like a book. She put her bowl down and looked into his eyes.

"Damon what's wrong?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"Uhm, nothing serious really…just a client that was bothering me. He thought I was Stefan." He said faking a scoff.

"Damon." She said firmly, giving him that look.

He sighed heavily as he ran his hands through his hair in annoyance.

"Elena just leave it alone…we've already had too much drama for one day." He pratically begged.

She got off the stool and went near him, crossing her arms.

"Are you hiding something from me?" She asked, worrying her bottom lip.

"What? No! You know I wouldn't Elena!" He exclaimed as he jumped off the stool too.

Her face reddened and her fits clentched together and she closed her eyes trying to calm herself down as much as she could.

"It's her, isn't she? That psycopath bitch won't leave us alone not even on Christmas day!" She growled angrily as she started pacing furiously.

He couldn't lie to her. He tried to cover it up not to bother her but Elena always knew better.

"Give me that phone Damon. Give me that damn phone please!" She said raising her voice as she held her hand out.

He sighed defeated, handing her his phone. "Don't flip please." He said as if he already knew what her reaction would be.

She immediatly scrolled through his texts and a priceless expression appeared on her face as she looked at the picture. She starter chuckling hysterically and he could see that she was exploding from anger.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill that slimball lunatic whore Damon! NOW!" She yelled and he cringed a little.

She couldn't believe her freaking eyes. How dare she? That little desperate slut? Enough was enough, searious measures would be taken once they were back. This couldn't go on anymore. She had tried to take it easy the first times but now she couldn't even count how many times she did one of her little games in the last few months.

This was just the cherry on top.

The text said: 'Have a great Christmas my love and try to think about me from time to time, you know you want to... ;) Xoxoxoxoxo always yours, Andie."

She'd wrote that and sent a picture of herself completely naked with a Santa hat on her head.

She was out of her mind. That little slut of Andie. No words could describe the hatred she felt for that skank.

Elena started cursing the day when Damon started sleeping with that woman. Of all women, her. She had never came across a more delusional and desperate woman before.

Elena decided that enough was enough, and before Damon could stop her she dialed the number that was by now too familiar.