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Chapter 3
November 18th, 2010
"What are you doing here?" I ask, subduing the painful memories I once shared with him and… and-
"He's coming back." Stefan says, cutting my train of thought.
"What? Who is?" I ask, pushing him towards the door and out to the entrance doors.
"Damon. I told him about Willow-"
"Why?" I cry out, lifting my arms angrily at him.
"He had a right to know. What was I supposed to do when I ran into my brother whom I haven't seen in 5 years in some random shit town? He asked about you and it slipped out that you decided to keep her." He explains, I shake my head in refusal to believe anything he's saying.
"Damon left, he can't just waltz back into town and into Willow's life like nothing happened!" I demand, my breathing starting to hitch.
"He's different, Elena. He's changed."
"No! He left me; I had to raise my daughter all alone because he was too afraid to help out. I refuse to let him near her-"
"Elena stop-"
"No Stefan, he's a monster." I demand angrily, crossing my arms.
"He'll find you. When Damon has his mind set on something he'll work hard until he can get his hands on it. I just wanted to let you know."
"I have a class to teach. Excuse me." As I begin to walk away I whack him with my shoulder before entering the school again.
"Is everything alright?" Cameron asks me as I fix my hair behind my ears and straighten my top.
"Just fine." I smile at her and head back for my studio, making sure the smile holds so Willow doesn't worry about anything.
"Alright class, let's get to the presenting." I say, entering the room and clapping my hands together.
"Who's first?" I ask, lifting Willow and taking a seat with her on my lap. "All you have to do is stand up, say your name and why you drew what you did."
"I'm Jessica, I drew a cat because my whole life I grew up with pet cats. They make me happy because they always showed me true love."
"Thank you Jessica." I say, nodding for another person to go.
"I'm Robin, and I drew a robin. Why you ask? Because robins are beautiful birds that make me smile." She takes her seat again while few people clap.
Five other go, presenting TV's, skateboards, wallets full of money, stick people representing friends or family, and even a coffee cup.
"I'm Willow." To my shock my very own daughter, the shyest little girl I've ever laid my eyes on, rose from my lap and showed her sketch. "I drew a picture of my mommy and me holding hands and sharing this leaf," She lifts up the brightly coloured leaf from this morning, "because she makes me happy and I liked to share pretty things with her." She explains, giggling when people clapped for her.
"Good job Bug." I say, embracing my daughter and asking for the next presenter. The thought of Damon dissipated as I held Willow on my lap and watched my students speak. Her little hand rested on my collarbone like it did four years ago.
|| November 18th, 2010 ||
"Come on Elena, you're doing so well." The pain was beyond blinding. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, my ears were blocked and my heart raced at an incredible speed. I was giving it my all, sobbing as my hands gripped to Bonnie's and a nurse.
"No more." I plead, leaning my head against the bed and shaking it in refusal.
"Please dear, keep going. The baby's heart rate is dropping, she needs to come now if she stands a chance." The doctor between my legs explains, looking at me with his old, wise, murky green eyes.
I push again and cry out as I felt an incredible release. Now the crying didn't come from me. It came from it. It came from her.
Her body was dirty and her cries chocked over each other, but she was beautiful, everything about her was. Then she was taken from me, my eyes emanating sadness as I watched her in the distance being wiped down and checked over. A nurse swaddled her and briskly returned her to my arms.
5 pounds, 5 ounces. She felt weightless in my arms, however. She was precious to me the moment she was born, and forever will be my whole world. I slip her hand free from the blanket and count her fingers. All five fingers expanded in a very small stretch and then reach for me, landing on my chest and holding to my collarbone as comfort. I smile down at this little miracle and can't contain the tears that fall.
"She's gorgeous Elena." Bonnie mentions beside me, rubbing my shoulder with a smile.
"Thanks Bon." I whisper, lifting the small bundle close to my face.
"Hey baby," I whisper into her little ear, kissing it gently and causing her to tuck her face close to mine from the ticklish effect it brought to her.
"Ma'am we need a surname for the nursery. No need to rush on the first name yet." A nurse says, a clipboard at hand.
"I have one." I say, with a small nod, my eyes still on the baby I held.
"Gilbert," I say for the surname, Bonnie lifting an eyebrow to ask if I was sure. I nod to her and myself, "Willow Gilbert." I conclude, catching my eyes with the blue ones of a man I used to know. She had her father's eyes, but her's were full of innocence.
|| PRESENT ||
The bell went indicating for the end of class. I dismissed the tenth graders and smiled down at my now sleeping child.
"Told you, you weren't awake." I tease her, remembering this mornings tuffie. I rise from my chair and quickly check my schedule. Today was a half day, so this was my only class, I guess home is the only destination from here. I gently lay her on the chair and slip on my jacket once again. I loop my purse over my free arm and sling Willow's backpack on after it, finally grabbing her from the chair and reaching for her coat. I'm grateful she's a light load, otherwise this walk would have been a very hard one.
I gently drape her coat over her back and grab her leaf before heading for the doors. She sleeps as we walk past the rowdy students and out the door. I turn for the direction of our home and glance at the carefully lit trees that glow under the sun. My heart warms as I hug my girl close to me and kiss her blonde head. This right here, was perfect.
So I'm guessing you all know who the dad is now :)
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-Valentina