Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now
I'm a hit defrost on you
Let's get it blazin'
We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna
Just wanna move you
But you're frozen
That's what I'm saying

23 weeks and 0 days pregnant

Thursday February 3rd

Things are going good.

Doctors say Jeremy's brain activity is through the roof and he is a ticking time bomb on waking up. They are sure he will make a full recovery. Damon and I are back in school, I check my phone every two seconds but now that things are a lot better I feel comfortable to step back from the hospital. Plus my life has to go on, I need an education for my daughter and my future. It is non-negotiable.

I feel good about today. Like something really good is going to happen.

Me and Damon just arrived to school and are putting things in our locker but I can't keep the thoughts racing. I'm embracing my positivity and it feels liberating.

I am exactly 23 weeks pregnant. According to the baby book she is the size of a grapefruit and is listening to my heartbeat as well as things going on around me. Crazy how every week something new happens. I am loving pregnancy right now. I am in the perfect stage where I am not too big and not too uncomfortable yet but I'm showing and can feel her. Best stage so far.

The bell rings, bringing my back to reality.

"Bye babe." He kisses me lightly on the lips before we go in separate directions.

Things are a little tense between Damon and me right now. Since our sexual…..interaction, the first one since I got pregnant there has been an increase of sexual tension. And man do I want to jump his bones but it hasn't happened yet, plus we spend all our free time at the hospital and never get the chance. But trust me if we were given the chance we would jump at it, literally.

I sigh and go to first period.

The day goes by surprisingly fast. I am in Math, just got back from lunch when my phone buzzes. I frown and pull it out, making sure the teacher isn't looking and my heart stops.

He is awake, on my way to get you.

Oh my god.

I cover my mouth to stop the squeals. My brother is awake, and given by my dad coming to get me he has been for a while.

I am shaking with anticipation for my dad to call me out of class. I can't even focus on what the teacher is going on about. I am so happy. I have never been happier aside from finding out my baby was okay in the hospital.

Elena Gilbert can you please grab your stuff and come to the office. The intercom sounds off.

I beam trying to fight my smile but it is hopeless. I am so happy right now. I race out the door and to the front office my dad is waiting outside of it with a similar smile on his face. I run into his arms and hug him.

"How is he?"

"Great 'Lena. Like he just woke up from a nap, he was starving and everything." He laughs before we head out.

But then it hits me.

"What about Damon?" I ask, worried.

He sighs. "I tried. I am not his parent. I can't just say 'Hey his girlfriend's brother woke up from a coma can I take him out of classes?'"

I sigh as well.

He will not be happy.

I send him a quick text explaining I am at the hospital before heading over to see my brother. I was so scared he was going to go the same way as mom. That evoked a fear in my I didn't know I had. And to be honest if I wasn't pregnant and have an amazing support system like Damon I would have completely lost it. My dad and Jeremy before I got pregnant were my whole world. They were all I had left. But being pregnant…..Something happens the minute you find out. You find the world doesn't revolve around you and even if you are miserable you do what you can for your kid. It has been a struggle to do that but she inspires me to.

"Jeremy has been asking for you." My dad smiles, starting the car. "And asked to see the latest ultrasound pictures." He shakes his head, laughing.

He coughs and stops laughing before turning serious. "The judge ordered mandatory rehab for him." He says solemnly.

I nod. "Well….I guess it can be good for him." I agree sadly. "…Does he know?"

"Nope, and don't tell him. I will tell him tonight." He breathes out stressfully.

We arrive at the hospital and check in before walking to his room. I feel nervous and I don't know why. I guess I am scared any second he will be gone again.

We enter his room and there he is wide awake and on his laptop that my dad must have brought to him. It brings tears to my eyes how lively he looks and healthy. I cry and run into his arms. Me and Jeremy are not affectionate towards one another, ever. Only times where when our mom died and now. It's just a unspoken bond that we love each other.

"Hey, it's okay." He rubs my back soothingly.

"I was so scared." I sob into his shoulder, clutching him tightly afraid he will disappear.

"I am fine now. Stop worrying and tell me what I have missed." He grins as I pull away.

My dad leaves while I fill him in, giving us some time alone. I tell him about the birthing classes, the ultrasound and how little Salvatore/Gilbert is going to be a large one. He seems so happy I am telling him these mundane things. I think we both are so much more appreciative of life now.

"What about Bonnie…." I say after a moment.

He sighs and rests his head against the bed. "I don't know….From what you have told me I think I should give a little breathing time."

"If that's what you want…"

"It's not but, it is what's best."

My phone starts ringing and I have a fairly good guess who it is. I reach into my pocket and pull it out.

"Hey" I greet, getting up and leaving the room.

"My freaking phone died and I had a panic attack when you didn't meet me up after school." He breathes a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, my dad picked me up 5th period and he couldn't get you out." I tell him sadly.

He sighs. "That's fine. I am on my way."

"Love you."

"Love you more" He says and hangs up.

I roll my eyes.

He always does that so I can't argue with him about it.

I lean my head in the door. "Hey, Damon is on his way. I am going to meet him in the parking lot." I inform them.

They both smile and nod and go back to whatever conversation they were on about.

Life is great again.

I am almost giddy when I walk to the parking lot and wait for Damon. I feel so warm and bubbly and just happy.

I wait only about three minutes before Damon's Camaro come's racing down the road and into a parking spot. I feel a goofy smile spreading across my face and make my way to him. I haven't seen him since lunch but I am already having withdrawals.

I can see from his stance and expression on his face he is stressed and in a hurry. I bite my lip and tap my knuckles against the window.

He looks up confused but his face brightens considerably. I move out of the way so he can open the door before he envelops me in his arms. I breath in his amazing scent and squeeze him tight.

"Don't ever get me that panicked again." He mumbles into my hair.

I freeze realizing this has happened before.

When Katherine made him think I left him at school and wasn't anywhere to be found. And I am sure today brought back those thoughts. Shit.

"Sorry. I am so sorry." I mumble into his chest.

"It's fine. I am just a pansy ass." He scoffs. "But I will tell you, it felt weird driving from school alone." He cringes.

I take his hand and start making our way to Jeremy's room.

"Jeremy is awake, cracking jokes and all." I smile. "Don't tell him but he is going to have to go to rehab."

Damon lets out a blow of breath. "Shit."

"Yeah." I agree.

We walk hand in hand till we reach Jeremy's room. I can tell Damon is super relieved he is okay. They have had their ups and downs but they are good friends, and are going to see a lot of each other.

"How's it going?" Damon smirks.

Jeremy lets out a laugh and they fist bump. I roll my eyes and sit in a chair while they do their thing.

"So is anyone going to show me my niece's ultrasound pictures?" Jeremy says after a while.

I look around at everyone because I don't carry them with me. They are in a special place in my room where I can't ruin them.

"What you guys don't carry it around?" Damon laughs and pulls out a wrinkly photo from his back pocket and I think everyone in the room crooned. "Shut it." Damon mutters handing Jeremy the photo.

"Wow….She looks like a real baby now." He laughs.

"She is 'Jer." I roll my eyes.

"Pick out any names yet while I was asleep?"'

"Nope." I answer.

"Well hurry up, I want to call her something." He laughs.

"I will try." I laugh. Just content in this moment.

Its sunset, red and oranges blaring all around us as we walk out the hospital hand in hand. My dad said Jeremy should be home in two days and that whether Damon sleeps at my place or I at his, he doesn't want me alone. The past couple of nights he has slept at mine but to be honest my house reminded me of my mom and my brother who is in the hospital. Plus he has an amazing bed.

"Damon?" I look up at him through the sunlight.

"Yeah?" He asks as he holds open the car door for me.

"Can we spend the night at your house?"

"Yeah." He says a little taken aback. "Sure."

I smile and sit down before he gets in the other side and we head to his house. I feel her start to kick again as we pull into his driveway and smile.

Helen is usually pretty easy going when it comes to me spending time alone in Damon's room, I really don't see a problem with her having me spend the night. To be honest I think she is just over the moon Damon actually has a girlfriend and is settling down in a way.

We walk in and surprisingly Helen is not cooking but cleaning around the parlor.

"Elena!" She smiles brightly, running over to embrace me in a hug. "I swear your belly grew overnight." She says staring down at it.

"Sometimes I feel the same way." I smile.

"Any news on Jeremy?"

Me and Damon both smile. "He woke up early this morning." I bite my lip.

She cheers and hugs me again. "That is great!"

"It is. I am just so happy he is okay."

"Mom, Elena is spending the night." Damon informs before trying to pull me to his room but I pull my arm out of his.

"Damon!" I hiss. "At least ask." I shift uncomfortably.

"Yes Damon." She puts her hands on her hips. "Have some manners or I will slap you up the head." She warns.

I try to hold back a laugh because I know she will.

Damon sighs. "She can spend the night can't she?" He asks in a bored tone.

"Of course!" She beams.

Damon rolls his eyes and fidgets impatiently.

"Fine, you can leave now." Helen shakes her head and resumes cleaning.

Damon looks pleased with himself before pulling me up to his room. I feel a little embarrassed but I know Damon cherishes our alone time. We never dated before I got pregnant so these several months leading up to the birth will be the only solitude we will feel for a long time.

I run ahead of him giggling and pounce on his bed, spreading out. I look over and he has one of the happiest smiles I have seen on his face before it turns dark and he growls before hovering over me and kissing me all over.

He pulls back looking me over before I close the distance and turn the tables, devouring him. He doesn't object, kissing me with just as much passion. I roam my hands slowly down his chest, reaching his groin and I can feel the immense hardness protruding from his tight jeans. He hisses at the contact.

I move my hands up to his shirt and heave it off of him. Our breathing is now both labored and hot.

Hating this pace I pull back from his lips, ignoring his pout and tear my shirt over my head with my bra. I smile at his dazed expression before our lips collide again. As we are kissing I feel his hand trailing down before squeezing my right breast. I gasp with it being extra sensitive and feel my way down to his pants and fumble with the button. But his damn kisses are making me hazy and I can't concentrate.

He groans as if it is paining him from pulling away and swiftly undoes his buttons and pulls off both his jeans and his boxers. I marvel at the site. This is all mine, fuck I love him so much. I reach down to my jeans to make the clothing situation equal but his hands stop me.

"Are you sure…" He looks hesitant. But I can see it in his eyes….He wants this. So do I.

"Yes." I say without missing a beat.

He smiles and I can't help but smile in response. I move my hands again to my jeans but he slaps them away with a dark gleam in his eye.

"No." He says darkly. "Let me."

I nod numbly. He smirks and kisses my collarbone before making a trail of kissing down to my naval. He stops where my jeans begin and carefully unbuttons them before slowly and I mean slowly dragging them and my underwear down to my ankles before throwing them god knows where.

He stares down at me for a moment in amazement before slowly leaning down and kissing me softy right on my core. I gasp, not expecting him to do that. I can see the smirk from up here but I don't have it in me to slap it off him.

He moves my legs a little so they are spread open; I wiggle a little on the bed, preparing for this. He softly inserts his tongue and I groan at the contact. I can hardly make sounds. I am so sensitive down there from not having sex in several months and being pregnant. So, god that feels so good.

He goes at it until I reach my climax and I open my mouth before I collapse. I am breathing heavy and hard. Damon climbs back up on me and kisses me softy on my neck before he kisses me hard on my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, never wanting it to end. But apparently he does.

"As much as I want to kiss you." He grunts. "I want to do something else." He kisses my neck. Asking if I still wanted it.

I nod. He kisses my shoulder one last time before rubbing my clit and his member against me. I moan at the sensation.

"Ready?" He asks huskily.

I bite my lip and smile.

He plunges into me with a great strength. Thank god, everything else has been so slow. I think he knew that. It is almost like he can read my body and know what I need, want and what I can take.

He rests his hands on either side of my body while moving inside me, but careful not to put any weight on my belly. I reach up and kiss his forehead. Letting him know I love him. He smiles and kisses my lips chastely.

Suddenly I feel my climax climbing and Damon starts to pick up his pace. He grunts and frowns trying to meet me. Is it weird I find this cute?

With one last surge we both have our mouths open agape before he spills inside me and we meet each other at our peaks. Oh god, once again we forgot a condom. Thank god I am already pregnant. I think.

He lay there breathlessly for a while. I have never felt that way in sex before. Ever. I don't really remember the night I got pregnant, just flashes. But this was extraordinary.

He finally rolls out of me and collapses to my side. I smirk a little at his reaction.

"Okay there?" I giggle and rest my head on his chest.

"God that was…" He trails off.

"I know." I finish his sentence. Understanding him.

He smiles and pulls me tighter before kissing my head. "I love you so fucking much." He groans into my hair.

I kiss his neck. "I love you too."

We lay there for a while wrapped in each other's embrace before going at it again. But all the while I was just hoping I would be able to do this with him for the rest of my life.

We hear a lot of sound from downstairs and know dinner will be ready soon. Weird thing is, I am not exhausted at all. And I know if it was just me and Damon alone with more time we would do it again. But sadly we are teenagers. It sucks.

"Damon, Elena, dinner!" Helen calls from downstairs.

We both share a look of 'Oh shit."

We jump out of bed simultaneously and look at each other in panic. We are both naked, sweaty, smell like sex. Basically we look like a mess.

I run around gathering my clothes but Damon puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Here." He hands me some basketball shorts and a big white tee.

Thank god. I wanted clean clothes.

I slip on the shorts and t shirt. By the time I am finished so is he and we run to the bathroom, combing our hair spraying some perfume all over each other, checking each other's appearance and heading downstairs.

I can smell tomato and garlic and feel my mouth water. I am definitely hungry from all that we just did.

We enter the dining room and see Stefan and Caroline already there. We smile awkwardly before sitting down.

"I called you guys down five minutes ago!" Helen scolds lightly.

I blush and look down.

Damon smirks. While Caroline and Stefan are just laughing.

I send a glare their way.

"Damn Damon do you ever not….Do that!" She shakes her head. "It is like I raised a caveman."

I snort and hold back a laugh.

"Thanks mom. Make me feel loved." Damon says sarcastically.

We all dig into dinner. Wow I just can never get over her cooking. I am so glad Damon inherited her cooking otherwise I would have to marry Helen.

"This food is really amazing Helen." I close my eyes and savor the taste.

"Thanks dear but I think you are kinda biased. You have an Italian inside of you right now."

Me and Damon choke on our food and start coughing.

Helen shakes her head stirring around her food. "I don't want to know."

Me and Damon after that avoid conversation all together considering our horrible luck tonight. I think it is known now that me and Damon have sex. I can tell by Caroline's frequent gazes to me that she wants all the details. Great.

"Helen I want to do the dishes." I tell her getting up as she was about to head into the kitchen.

"Honey no, no, no." She shakes her head.

"Please, I am staying the night and I would feel better about it. Plus you keep making this amazing food and this is my payment." I persuade her raising my eyebrow.

She sighs. "Only because you want to. Don't overwork yourself." She warns.

I nod, taking her plates and head into the kitchen. I am just starting when Damon nudges me out of the way and taking my place.

"You dry I will wash." He smiles.

I roll my eyes. We work as a team washing and drying before all the dishes are clean. I decide to call my dad and check in while Damon went out to join everyone.

"Elena, enjoy yourself don't bug us." My dad laughs and I can hear Jeremy in the background agreeing.

I scoff. "Too bad. How is he?"

"Great. Could be going home tomorrow morning, brain tests came back good, he is responding well. Of course he still has broken bones but he is great." My dad says but I can hear the deep sound of relief in his voice.

I let out a long breath that was needed for a long time. "That's good. Well I will let you two go." I shake my head.

He laughs. "Jeremy says he loves you. Bye hun, take care. Love ya."

The line is silent and I smile before heading into the parlor and joining everyone. They are all playing some board game and I feel warm inside at how homey this all feels. I curl up next to Damon. He smiles and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

I smile in his embrace and kiss his arms he hums and tightens his hold before leaning down and kissing me.

When he pulls away I catch Helen looking at us with one of the most content and happiest expression. I smile at her before she nods.

It was unspoken but I got it.

Saturday February 19th

25 weeks and 2 days pregnant

Two week have passed since my brother woke up. Life is…..Very good. Almost too good. Jeremy flipped out when he found out he had to go to rehab. He has been there for about a week and a half now. I miss him. We only get to talk on the phone once a week. But I know he is at a good place.

Bonnie's mom dropped the charges. I don't know what Bonnie said to her but she dropped them. Bonnie says she still loves Jeremy but they are just on a break right now until he is completely sober. Which I get. He needs to focus this time on himself.

Damon and I are better than ever since we made love. We feel an even closer and deeper connection than I ever thought was possible. We are inseparable, and are in the honeymoon phase where we want to jump each other's bones whenever we get the chance.

I have fifteen more weeks in this very long pregnancy until I see my little girl. Everyone keeps pushing us to choose a name but we just can't. It is something me and Damon are very stressed about. She will have this name for the rest of her life, so we want it to be perfect.

Today is Saturday. Damon and I had plans to go to Richmond to start looking at some high chairs or strollers since surprisingly out of all the things we have for the baby, those are some of the many we still have to purchase. But I feel so sick.

So, so sick.

Almost like the first several weeks of my pregnancy. I would be worried I was pregnant if I wasn't already pregnant. I have been meaning to call Damon and call off the plans but I am having trouble moving, at all.

Stupid flu going around school, Caroline had it last week which explains where I got it from.

I groan and roll over. I can't get comfortable. Though that might be the pregnancy not the flu. Right on cue my cell phone starts going off. Gee I wonder who that could be.

With my eyes closed I fumble with my phone on my nightstand before finally retrieving it.

"What." I croak.

"Babe I am outside….But it sounds like you aren't even out of bed…" He trails off. He knows me so well. "We agreed to eleven right?" He says confused.

"I can't go today." I say, my voice laced with guilt.

"Why?" He asks. "Is everything okay?"

"Caroline gave me the flu." I whine. "I hate her right now."

He laughs lightly. "I will be up." He says then hangs up.

I smile. I could use some cuddling 101 right now. I snuggle deep into my blankets, waiting for him to come up.

"Hey." I hear his voice and then the sound of the door shutting. "So you're sick?" Damon says with a hint of concern.

I feel the bed dip behind me and roll over to see my amazing boyfriend. He leans in for a kiss but I quickly pull away.

"No, no, no." I sit up away from him.

He pouts with the most adorable expression it almost makes me jump him right there.

"I have been throwing up all night. I am sick and gross. No." I say with conviction but man do I want to kiss that man.

"I can't go a whole day without kissing you." He warns me.

I roll my eyes. "We will see."

He chuckles and takes off his shoes before crawling into bed with me and pulling me close. As soon as we are touching I can feel our daughter start to kick. I smile, because I feel like she is happy. Like me.

"Is that…." Damon trails off.

I nod. "Yep. She usually wakes up around the same time I do." I nuzzle deeper into his neck.

He puts his hands on my very round belly, feeling the kicks."So amazing." He says in pure wonderment.

"I know." I say in agreement. "Did you know she weighs around two pounds right now? But probably more since she is your daughter." I joke.

"She is getting so big." He groans, resting his head against my belly.

We lay wrapped in each other's embrace. His body heat feels amazing, especially since I feel like I am running a fever and feeling worse and more cold by the second. I don't know when I fall asleep but the last thing I remember is feeling incredibly safe in his arms.

I wake up to the smoke alarms going off. I rub my eyes, tiredly and sit up. Damon isn't next to me. Before I can think where he could be I cover my mouth with my hand and race to the bathroom, emptying my weak stomach.

After I am done I brush my teeth, which for some reason makes me throw up again. Before I finally head downstairs. I smell food as I descend the stairs and it almost makes me run back up to the bathroom.

I round the corner to the kitchen and see my dad sitting in a chair while talking to Damon who is cooking.

"What is going on?" I croak

"Look who is awake!" My dad greets. I half smile and wobble my way to the seat next to him. "Damon is making some soup for lunch. I guess his family has a secret homemade chicken noodle soup."

"I'm not hungry." I moan resting my head on the cool marble of the island.

"Elena." Damon warns with his back still to me. "Don't even start."

"Damon I just threw up twice. I am not eating." I shake my head.

"Elena." They both say in unison.

"I'll just throw it up." I groan.

"Well it is worth a shot." My dad pushes.

"Elena you need food in you. Whether it's a shake or you throw it up." Damon says.

I lean back in my chair and sigh. "I don't think it will do any good. She isn't too happy in here either…." I rub my belly. "But I'll have some soup when you are done making it." I agree.

I leave them and plop down on the couch. I could probably sleep seventy hours right now. I snuggle in, grabbing the blanket on the back and falling asleep.

...

"Elena."

"Eleeennnaa." A voice drawls in my ear. "Don't think just because you fell asleep doesn't mean you get out of eating."

I groan and throw the blanket over my head, trying to block him out as much as possible. But before I can go back asleep or hide I am hit with another round of nausea. I throw my blanket to the side, push past Damon to the downstairs bathroom before I vomit it all out. I feel Damon holding my hair and I really don't want him to but I also can't get any words out right now.

It goes on for a while but finally there is nothing left. I try to sit up but I am so weak and end up falling and almost hitting my head on the toilet.

"Shit, Elena…" Damon says, his voice laced with concern.

Right when I am about to just fall asleep right then and there on the floor I feel my body leave the ground and my face in Damon's neck. I moan and nestle into him.

"Is she okay?" A voice says to my left.

"She threw up pretty bad…." Damon's voice cracks. "Shit I don't know…..should we take her to the hospital…?" Damon panics.

"Nooo. They will just say to get fluids and food in her and that rest is the best thing. I'll grab one of her shakes. Take her to the couch. We just need to make sure she drinks it."

I feel Damon walking before I meet softness. I moan at the contact before rolling over.

"Ah ahah. No." Damon stops me. "You can go to bed when you drink this." Damon grabs the shake from my dad and hands it to me.

I cover my eyes with my hands and shake my head. "I can't." I mumble.

"Elena you don't have a choice." My dad says, coming around the couch and sitting on the coffee table. "You have nothing in you. That baby is probably starving. Drink."

I mumble a string of obscenities and shakily sit up. Damon puts his hands on my arms to steady me before I grab the cup. I almost drop it, not expecting the weight but hold my grip.

I take a small sip and expect to pull away but my body was hungrier than I thought. I keep drinking and drinking till I hear a slurp and it is all gone.

"Bravo!" Damon cheers.

I groan and lay my head back down. Instantly going back to sleep.

...

"Holy….Is she alright?"

"Yeah…Well no….But she is okay."

"Did you make her food?!"

"Yes but-"

"Damon! Did I raise you like a caveman? Take care of your girlfriend….The poor thing…"

I groan at all the voices and try to resurface but I feel so weak. I can't even tell if this is a dream or not.

"Is she awake?"

"She has been in and out for a while, so it is hard to say."

"I think she needs to eat again….All she has had was a shake….I don't want a repeat of last time…"

"Shit….Yeah, good idea."

I feel a hand touch my forehead. "She's burning up." A voice near me panics.

"Well it is not like she can take medicine for it….We are just going to have to wait it out."

"Elena, baby…" Someone shakes me.

"No…" I groan.

"Yessss."

I snap my eyes open. "What?" I growl.

I look around me and see Damon an inch away from my face, Helen a little behind him and my dad next to her.

"Come on…let's try to get something inside of you." Damon helps me sit up. "I made my homemade soup. You will looooove it." He waggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes and stand up with the support of Damon. He helps me walk over to a chair in the kitchen while my dad and Helen follow us.

"You will love it Elena, Has been in the family for a hundred years. Can cure any sickness! I use to give it to Damon only when he was sick, and he use to pretend he wasn't feeling good just to get it." She shakes her head and laughs.

I peek a look to Damon, smirking. He shakes his head and laughs. "It is amazing soup."

"Then who am I to turn it down." I smile has much as I can muster.

"Damon did you put in-"

"Yes mom." He groans.

"And the right amount of-"

"Yes!" He cuts her off.

"Look at him." Helen says beside me. "Boy has the pride of a lion but between you and me…mine is better." She winks walking over and tasting the soup despite Damon's protests.

"Oh boy…." Helen cooes after tasting the soup and reaches up, kissing Damon forcefully on the cheek. "It's so good...my little chef."

"Mom." Damon groans.

"Oh right, your girl is here….I'll be over there." She goes to stand by Grayson who is behind me. I stifle a laugh which earns a glare from Damon.

He scoops up some soup into the bowl and brings it to me. I sniff it, a little hesitant to put anything inside me.

"Do I have to feed you like a child?" He rolls his eyes. "Here comes the airplane Elenaaaaa!" He picks up the spoon, spinning it towards me.

I roll my eyes taking the spoon and finally tasting it.

Sweet lord.

Wow.

"Oh my god." I gasp.

"What?!" Everyone panics.

I laugh. "It's just so good." I say taking another spoonful and moaning.

Everyone takes a breath of relief. I roll my eyes. What did they think I was going into labor or something?

After being scrutinized while I ate I finish the soup which earns proud and relieved looks from everyone.

"That was amazing." I sigh and rest against the seat.

"Are you still feeling sick?" Helen asks worriedly.

"Yeah, but not as bad." I laugh.

Damon helps me up out of my seat and walking me over to the couch where I plop down and snuggle into the blankets.

"You are all staring at me like I am going to die." I mumble in the blankets.

"We are just worried about ya, that's all." My dad assures.

"Well I have to head home. Stefan relies on my cooking these days….Poor boy can't cook. Damon you coming too?" She asks but we all know the answer.

"No, I am staying here." He says as he plops down at my feet like he is at home. I don't know if it's the pregnancy or me being sick but I want to cry how at home he is. How around each other we are so comfortable. He tells me about times when he felt like he didn't have a home even though he did, I can tell now he does.

"Okay, see you at home." She waves. "And treat her right." She points at him.

"What?! I already treat her right."

She smiles and says goodbye to me then my dad before she is gone.

It doesn't take me too long to fall asleep.

...

I turn to roll over and jump realizing I am in my bed. I look around disoriented and realize it is sometime in the middle of the night. Before I can check the time I am up and running to the bathroom.

I throw up violently. Maybe the worst so far.

Bye, bye, Damon's amazing cancer curing soup.

I don't know how much time passes but I am still puking my guts up. I look in the toilet and gasp.

Blood.

I am throwing up blood. Not a lot. But it still scares me. Once I finally stop throwing up I brush my teeth before pacing back and forth in my room.

I feel fine, and I know if I call Damon he will have a heart attack and probably call 911 or something. I guess I could go to my dad since he is a doctor? But him being a doctor has the opposite effect on family. He thinks of all the bad disease's out there and runs with it. I don't want that.

In the end I decide to call my boyfriend. Maybe I can talk him out of calling 911 before he goes crazy.

The line rings three times before he answers.

""Lena?"

"Hey…" I croak and quickly clear my throat, realizing how sick I sound.

"Everything okay?" He says, waking up more every second.

"Yeah, yeah. Uhm…."

"Elena…" Damon warns.

He knows.

He knows something is up.

Damn him.

I sigh and give in. "I woke up about twenty minutes ago and….threw up….a lot. Like, Damon, there was blood."

"Jesus….Did you tell your dad?"

"No he is asleep."

"Do you feel fine?" He inquires.

"Yeah, I really do. Like yeah I still feel sick but I'm not dying…I just wanted to call you because…I miss you." I mumble.

I hear him laughing lightly. "I miss you too babe. You were asleep on me all day, and when I left, you didn't even flinch." He says sadly.

"Didn't get that kiss did you?" I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shush it, missy." He warns. "I will get it one way or another. Even if I have to kiss you triple the amount when you get better."

"Oh the horror. Kissing your girlfriend triple the amount, your life must suck." I mock.

"Don't think you can change the subject." He gets to the point. "I want you to tell your dad in the morning."

"Okaaaaay." I sigh. "I guess I will try and go back to bed and hopefully not throw up again."

"You do that." Damon says before he pauses. "But just so you know…I miss you being in my bed…the feel of your warm body next to mine…And how I would pull you to my chest and you would feel my hard on and giggle, the vibrations running through our bodies and shaking the bed." He says huskily.

I groan and feel my breathing pick up. "Don't turn me on. You know my libido is on another level. So unless you don't plan on fixing it I am hanging up." I warn.

He laughs before quieting down. "I love you Elena. Take care of yourself and the little one until I get there tomorrow."

"Can you make more soup." I bite my lip hiding the smile even though it is useless since he isn't even in the room with me.

"Yes, I can make you more soup." He says and I can feel his smile radiating through the phone.

"Night."

"Night."

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