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Chapter 11
Fight For Us

"Thanks for letting me have dinner and watch a movie with you guys." Damon says, walking to the door with Willow nuzzled on his shoulder, her nose pressing into his neck.

"No problem, I think she really likes you." I say, motioning to the way she clung to him.

"Well, I really like her." Damon laughs, quickly giving her a kiss on the cheek before handing her sleeping body to me. I hold her on my hip and smoothen her disheveled hair down before reaching for the doorknob.

"Umm, considering how I have no one to watch her starting Monday, do you think I could drop her off at the Boarding House and pick her up after school hours? From 7:30 to 4pm maybe?"

"Yeah, of course. I wouldn't mind at all." Damon says, nodding furiously before I decline the offer.

"Okay, so I'll call you or something and I can tell you what you need for her. It's just for three to four weeks. Once the doctor gives the clear she can go back to school."

"It's fine, it'd be a pleasure to have her stay with me. She's a great kid, thanks for that."

"For what?" I ask, semi-lost with my own thoughts and his.

"For raising your daughter to be so humble, and kind. I've never met a kid that shared food with a complete stranger." He says, laughing lightly.

"She's going off instinct. Willow just loves helping people and animals. We once raised a baby bird back to health in January. It fell from the nest and the parents flew away so Willow simply scooped the bird up and demanded that I help save it." We were both subduing laughs at this point, hoping not to awaken Willow at all.

"Well, I should go. Tell Willow it was a pleasure to meet her. Have a good night." Damon says, waving as he walked off the porch. I waved as well and shut the door, blowing out a sigh of relief as I head for the stairs. Now I was screwed, how could I be so open to him? After all he put me through! Damn it, I could kick something right about now.

|| March 20th, 2010 ||

"Damon?" I call into the Boarding House, shutting the heavy door behind me and walking to the living room.

"Up here, baby!" He called from his room; I jog up the stairs and enter the room, smiling at where he laid on his bed, shirtless from a shower with his towel wrapped over his shoulders. "Hey." He smiled as I walk to the bed and plop down next to him. I give him a long kiss before resting my head on his shoulder and pressing my side into his. The whole point of coming here was to tell him something, but I couldn't stomach the thought of speaking to him about it yet, so I simply pressed down my emotions and acted like I always do around him.

"I missed you." I say, tracing my finger over his stomach, each ab moving with his inhales and exhales.

"I missed you too. Never leave to school again. Just ditch the rest of senior year and I'll compel your teachers into passing you." He says, I laugh and hit his chest lightly.

"Grade 12 is important, Damon. But three more months and we will have all summer long to be together." I say, flipping over and resting half of my body on his as I walk my fingers up his chest and towards his face.

"Tempting." He replies, lifting his eyebrows and grabbing my hips, pulling me up so I'm poised over him and connecting my lips with his.

"We can do this." I say, kissing his mouth. "And this." I kiss his jawline. "And this." I trail, moving my lips lower, and lower until I'm at his pants. "And this." I say, starting to undo his belt as he caressed my hair behind my ear.

"Now I can't resist." He says, lifting his legs slightly as I push his pants down and move towards his head again. My feet push the jeans away until they land on the ground with a small thump.

I giggle as he kisses my nose and cheeks, finally pressing his lips into mine.

"You're hiding something." He mumbles against my lips, I freeze lightly when he says this.

"No I'm not." I say, pulling back slightly to see his eyes.

"You can tell me, Lena. I won't be mad." He says, rubbing his nose against mine as I tap my fingers apprehensively against his chest.

I begin to imagine a life with Damon and our child. A little boy or girl hugging him around the neck as he taught them what it means to be happy and good to others. For a slim moment I wasn't scared anymore, I was actually excited.

"I'm pregnant." I whisper, the happiness I had dying the moment my face caught his.

"What?" He asks, slight confusion mixed with anger working into his words.

"I'm having your baby, Damon." I say a little clearer, furrowing my eyebrows when he did.

"What have you done?" He asks me, moving me off of him and rising from the bed quickly.

"Damon-" I begin to say, surprised by this outburst.

"How could you-?"

"It's yours!" I scream as he slips his jeans on. I climb off the bed and approach him warily.

"I can't procreate."

"Yes, you can. The proof is inside of me!" I say, motioning to my stomach where our baby is being held. "I never slept with anyone other than you, and Stefan, obviously years ago." I say, he rolls his eyes as he slips a top on.

"This is your fault." He accuses, laughing menacingly and pointing his finger at me.

"My fault?!" I demand, cocking my head and approaching him so then we are a meter apart.

"You keep dragging me down! I have to always protect you, always bend backwards just to satisfy you!" He demands.

"Damon-" I begin, my voice loud with hurt.

"No, you and that disgusting thing are just going to ruin my life. Leave my house. Now!" He demands, pointing to the door of the room.

"How can you say that? How can you call your own child disgusting?!" I scream, tears falling from my eyes as I shake with adrenaline.

"Because I never wanted it and I don't want you, so leave!" He points his finger strongly at the door and makes me flinch when he takes a demeaning step forward.

"You can't, Damon." I whisper, feeling smaller in front of his angered posture. "You'll never forgive yourself." I remind him, stepping away only to have him move closer to me.

"Leave," He demands, I exit the room and run down the stairs, tears choking my breathing as I slam the front door shut and collapse on the porch, sobs overtaking me as I beg for him to talk to me. I doubt he could hear me from up there, but I tried non-the less because I always fought for him, and he always fought for me.

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-Valentina