Baby, can't believe you were sent to me
Like a postcard from my memory
Your body feels like a fantasy
This moment's all that I can see

Hold me close, strip me down
Hold me tight now
Need you more, want you más
Feels so right now

Like how your hands never let me down
Like how your touch send me off the ground

25 weeks and 3 days pregnant

Sunday February 20th

I squint, waking up from the sun rays coming through my window. Rubbing my eyes I groan looking over at my clock. 8 am. Fuck, why am I awake? I think back to yesterday and all the sleep I got, so it makes sense I guess.

I feel another wave of nausea but I am able to fight it off a little better. I decide to go downstairs to get something in my stomach so I don't throw up again. Last night scared me a little. I make myself one of my shakes and instantly gulp it down. I still feel sick and I won't be surprised if I throw up one more time but I can also feel myself getting better.

I hear footsteps on the stairs and a few seconds later my dad appears in his work uniform.

"On call." He says glumly looking through the fridge before settling on making some toast. "How are you feeling today? You scared Damon pretty bad yesterday. He carried you up to your room but was really hesitant to leave you." He smiles while buttering on jelly.

"I am feeling a little better." I tell him, going to sit at the island. "I still feel sick but not as bad as yesterday."

"Yeah there is a major flu going around. See it all the time lately." He sighs tiredly.

"Dad…" I start. "I have to tell you something…" I trail off, my fingers playing with nothing on the counter.

He drops his knife and looks straight at me. "What is it this time? You are already pregnant." He exasperates.

I hit him lightly on the shoulder and laugh. "Ha, ha." I get nervous again, but I take a deep breath. "Damon wanted me to tell you that I threw up blood last night." I look at him square in the face. I can see him nodding and before he says something I cut him off. "I feel fine though! And it was only a tiny amount, but I called Damon," I say grudgingly, "and he told me that I had to tell you."

He sighs, turning into doctor mode. "You are fine. Don't worry, if it happens again with a bigger amount we will talk." He says seriously. "But a tiny amount of blood can happen when a person throws up continuously, it irritates their stomach lining, hence some blood. If it was a lot I would be worried about internal damage, but trust me you would know if you had that. And going by that you said you are feeling better I am going with an irritated stomach. I mean Elena, you threw up a lot yesterday, I'm actually not surprised there was a little blood."

I sigh a deep breath of relief. Even though I knew deep inside I was fine it is good to hear me and baby are in the clear. "Okay, I wasn't too worried because I felt fine but Damon wanted me to tell you."

"That boy is helplessly in love with you." He shakes his head laughing before taking of bite of his toast.

I gulp hesitant to let him know, not because I'm not proud of it but because he has to let go of his little girl, "This girl is helplessly in love with him too."

My dad looks up at me with a genuine smile. "I'm happy for you Elena, I really am. And I am excited to meet the little munchkin."

I look down at my protruding stomach that is probably bigger than the average person at twenty-five weeks. I probably look closer to twenty-seven weeks. The bigger my belly gets the more anxiety and nervous I also get. I want what is best for her and god I hope I know what that is.

"Do you think I will be a good mom…?" I blurt out. I have wanted to ask Damon that for a while but I know he would have just said something like 'Of course' which lord I love him for that but I need the truth, reality.

He frowns at me, confused by the timing of my question but pulls himself together. "Elena that is the most absurd question." He lets out a light laugh. "Your mom always said you were born thirty. You are so maternal Elena, always have been. Maybe this was meant to be. This baby has changed a lot already, for the good."

I smile. He is right. Damon was living a life not for the good, I cringe thinking what would happen if he kept going on that path. He probably would have ended up detached, emotionless and hurt. But most of all, alone. Then there is me, I just started going off the deep end the past few months leading up to my pregnancy. I don't know where I would be if I didn't get pregnant….The thought scares me. Damon's whole family dynamic has changed quite a bit as well since the news. His mom and dad are home more, he his closer to them and his brother. I know he won't admit it but he likes that his parents are home now. Our family has also changed. When my mom died we all were just living, eating, sleeping and breathing. We never interacted much, all still hurt over the loss of someone close to our hearts. But after I told my dad and Jeremy our family felt more…united. Together.

Maybe this baby is a miracle.

I don't know where all of our lives would be without her. However, despite this all I feel deep within me I still would have fallen in love with Damon, only because it feels so natural. Like it was always bound to happen.

My dad puts his dishes in the sink, kisses my forehead. "I got to go to work."

I sigh and nod.

I am lost in my thoughts but voices near the door bring my focus back to reality. I frown walking towards the noise and see my dad patting Damon on the back and saying something before shutting the door. Damon is about to go upstairs when he sees me down the hall probably looking pretty confused. Because I am.

It is eight in the freaking morning!?

He smiles and makes his way down the hall to me.

I step back a little still frowning. Not that I don't love him here but come on I am a little confused.

"…It is eight in the morning…." I tell him, almost to make sure he knows what time it is.

He shrugs, a little sheepishly. "You got me worried last night and…..Yeah Elena, you aren't the worst company in the world." He exasperates. "I missed you." He says pulling me into his arms.

I instantly forget all confusion, just happy he is here. I wrap my arms around his torso, leaning in and smelling his amazing scent.

"So how are you?" He looks down at me.

I let out a deep breath. "Fine. I mean I can probably see myself throwing up one or two more times but I feel a lot better than yesterday." I smile leaning into his chest.

He rubs my back which feels amazing considering the weight from the baby in the front is starting to take its toll on my back. "And your dad?"

"He said the blood was somewhat okay considering how much I threw up but if I did it again and it was a bigger amount then it is serious. But he didn't seem too worried." I assure him. Because knowing Damon he is having an inner panic attack.

He lets out a big sigh of relief and tightens his hold. "Good, because I was about to race over and shove my cancer curing soup down your throat." He smirks lightly but I can tell from the circles under his eyes he was up all night after I called him. I instantly feel a little guilty.

"Sorry." I pout, nuzzling into him more.

He scoffs andI can almost feel him rolling his eyes. "Don't even start."

"So what do you have on my agenda today?" I beam at him.

"Well I don't know about your beliefs but I'm a big believer in sex healing the sick so…."

I slap his arm and laugh. "You are a pig." I shake my head. "And I am the only sick one you will be healing." I look pointedly at him.

"Keeping me on a leash, are we?" He whispers seductively in my ear.

"If you ever want to get laid again then…yeah." I whisper back in his ear.

He grumbles but leads me to the couch where we start watching movies. A Harry Potter marathon to be exact. Damon made me some of his homemade soup again which I have been nibbling on. It really does make you feel better but then the aftereffect of having something in your stomach isn't really a good one either. We are on the second movie when I am feeling the soup want to come back up. I cough and try to fight it, ignoring Damon's stares but I can't hold it in.

I cover my mouth and race to the bathroom. I barely make it before I throw up his incredible soup. Sometime while I am throwing up I feel Damon lift up my hair, again. Even though I am gross and sick right now I want to melt in a ball at how attentive he is. Sometimes….well a lot of the times I find it annoying because the stubbornness in me screams when he does things like this but I really do like how much he cares and takes care of me.

Though I'll never admit that to him.

I look down after I am done and do a mini internal victory dance when I see no blood. My dad was right, I am fine. My stomach is just very irritated right now. I got to let it heal as much as I can. I wipe my mouth and Damon helps me stand up before I flush the toilet down with my meal. Damon steadies me to the sink where I brush my teeth, getting rid of the horrible, horrible taste that was left in my mouth.

"Better now?" Damon gives me a strained smile.

I give a little nod and we are back out on the couch again. I snuggle into his side fully relaxed. It's like my body was sculpted to fit into his. As we are watching the now third movie I can feel him rubbing my back and my side and I moan every now and then from the sensation. I can tell Damon is affected by it because I can feel him, very prominent against my back. I smirk at the control I have over him.

"I just don't get Harry Potter…" Damon says as if he has been holding that in the past four hours. "Why the hell do they write with a feather when you have a pen?" He exasperates.

I push him lightly. "Just go with it." I roll my eyes.

"How do the guys get it on if they aren't allowed in the girl dormitories?" Damon says again after a little while.

"Not everyone has the sexual impulse like you do." I mock.

Crap.

I totally opened myself up for this…..

I wait for his response.

"Like you don't have the same sexual impulse." He says with sarcasm. "Little-Miss-I'm-pregnant."

And there it is.

I refrain myself from rolling my eyes before turning around and raising an eyebrow. "And what about you, Mister-I'm-bored-lets-have-sex." I imitate his voice badly.

He leans his head back laughing. "It worked didn't it?"

"Not anymore." I scowl. "Ever heard of TV?"

"Nah, sex is so much more fun." A wide cheshire smile spreads across his face.

I scoff turning back to the TV. Because yeah I am here to watch Harry Potter and no one is getting in my way. "You are incorrigible."

He roams his hand down my side until he reaches my hipbone. I feel the electricity crackling through me and setting my body on fire. I try to keep my breathing even but fuck it has been awhile since we've been intimate. Our busy lives and now my sickness has put a damper on things. But that makes me all the more sensitive.

God I want him right now but I just….can't.

I slap his hand away and storm off to my room and into my bathroom, locking it on both sides. I feel tears welding up, god I am so emotional. Stupid, stupid pregnancy. I slide down the door and try to hold back the sobs and even my breath but I am failing.

"Elena…."

I sniffle wiping the snot running down my nose on my sleeve. God I am a mess.

"Babe…I'm sorry?" He says, and I feel guilty. He has no idea what to say or if he should be sorry or not.

I let out a sob involuntarily and curse inwardly. "Damon, just go away." I cry, god this is embarrassing.

I hear him try to open the door and curse. "Elena, please open the door."

"No…I am all gross and emotional." I croak.

"'Lennaaaaaa." He sing songs.

I sigh, standing up and opening the door. He looks surprised like he thought he would be out there for a while but composes himself and steps in.

"What's wrong…?" He asks softly, caressing my wet face.

"It's stupid…" I shake my head.

"Tell me…" He stokes my hair, pushing a strand behind my ear.

I grumble. "You're making it…..Hard."

His brows crumble cutely in confusion. "Hard? I'm making what hard?"

I sigh, pushing his hands away and raking my hand through my hair. "You're…You're freaking touches okay!" I shout. "You are touching me everywhere and being so fucking…hot like it is you're job and it's turning me on…" I trail off and feel tears hit my eyes. "I can't have sex because I am all sick and gross….I want sex Damon." My voice squeaks at the end and I pout.

He bites his lips and cheeks before the laugh escapes out of him. I glare at him and smack him on his deliciously hard chest.

"It's not funny Damon." I whine.

He doesn't get it. My libido is through the roof in my second trimester. I want to jump him all the time. But being that I am sick my energy is down plus there is nothing sexy about throwing up on your partner as they go down on you.

"Sorry, sorry." He gets out between laughs.

I glower at him. "You are laughing right now but get who isn't getting sex. Both of us."I point out which brings his smile to a halt.

Yeah Salvatore.

We are both in the same boat.

"Ugh I am going to kill Caroline." He groans. "I swear it's like she is cockblocking me on purpose." He looks up at the ceiling as if try to communicate with a higher power to get him laid.

"This sucks." I pout.

He wraps his arms around my torso, bringing me close. "Just imagine the first time after you are sick." He closes his eyes.

"Mhmm." I moan. "That does make it better."

He kisses the top of my head before taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. "Come on Gilbert. Got a few more movies to get through and I want to see if those suckers find out about the pen yet."

"You guys going to wake up anything soon?"

I groan being jolted away by my dad's voice. I open my eyes to find the TV off and Damon and I squished together on the couch. I don't even remember falling asleep. Last thing I remember was Damon making a comment about how the guy's balls must hurt being on the brooms and wondering if they leave permanent damage.

I look out the windows and see it's dark. We must have been asleep for a while. I rub my belly, feeling her wake up. "What time is it?" I yawn as Damon starts to wake up more and sit up with me.

"Almost seven." My dad says heading into the kitchen, putting a bag of groceries he had in his hands down.

I nod standing up and stretching.

"So do you think you are up for school tomorrow Elena?" My dad asks getting things ready for dinner.

Me and Damon walk into the kitchen joining him but I frown not knowing the answer. "I think I can do it." I say unsure. "I mean I will pass out once I get home but I can do it." I have to do it. For her.

He smiles at me. "Good girl. But don't over work yourself."

My dad makes us some of his homemade pizza which Damon says is good but it's not even close to real Italian pizza. It is a nice family dinner we have, though it feels incomplete without Jeremy but it is nice. When I first told my dad I was pregnant with Damon Salvatore's baby I thought I would have a lifetime of hell but everyone is getting along so well, I couldn't be happier about it.

Damon also made sure while we were eating to get assurance from my dad that my throwing up blood was okay. I rolled my eyes, he obviously didn't believe what I told him.

After dinner my dad says he has a lot of paperwork to do and leaves us alone. Damon and I head outside for fresh air. I can't believe how much better I feel from this morning. I can almost feel whatever Caroline gave me leaving my body.

After Damon and I share the duty of cleaning up the kitchen and doing a quick round of dishes we head outside and sit on the front steps looking over the street.

"Thanks for taking care of me." I smile, looking at him.

"No problem."

"I know I wasn't my hottest today, threw up and then had a hormonal breakdown." I laugh lightly; He joins me and shares a chuckle. "But you stayed…so thank you." I say genuinely to him.

"Well you know what they say….For better or worse." He laughs but I widen my eyes and he catches up and shakes his head. "No, no I-I didn't I mean….That's not-I…"

I laugh. "Damon it's fine. Calm down." I put my hand on his shoulder, quickly feeling the similar shock that runs through my body every time I touch him and I wonder if he feels that too but from the look on his face I think he does.

"Shit Elena, seriously I didn't mean it…." He laughs tightly, shaking his head.

I raise my eyebrows. "What? The thought of being married to me that scary?"

He widens his eyes again and curses.

I laugh again, not being able to help myself. "Damon I'm joking."

I almost want to laugh again because it's cute how Damon, who makes jokes all the time and quick on his feet and witty with his comebacks is stumped when it comes to marriage.

It's the cutest thing.

"Would you want to be married to me one day?" He asks bluntly

I jump a little bit not expecting that because two minutes ago he was having a panic attack when he brought it up. I'm silent for a while before I find my voice but I don't hesitate when I say it.

"Yes." I smile. "I mean obviously not right now but if things keep going like they are…I would want nothing more." I smile like a complete dork staring at him.

He smiles back with the same expression. "Deal."

I scoot closer to him, he wraps his arm around me as we stare into the night.

Almost like we can't wait for the future.

26 weeks and 7 days pregnant

Wednesday March 2nd

I race out the front door to Damon's Camaro. I am running late today. Freaking child of mine, got off her little schedule I've been known to love and was kicking me all night. I texted Damon a few times through the night and of course he thought it was just the cutest thing.

Ha.

"Hey." I breathe out, climbing into the Camaro and kissing him quickly.

"Get any more sleep after I went to bed?"

"Maybe an hour." I grumble fastening my seatbelt over my enormous belly.

I am now twenty-six weeks pregnant and huge. I will only be getting bigger. Damn Salvatore genes. When I push this full grown child out of me I will be cursing Damon's name to the sun and back.

It's crazy to think how big my baby is now. I was reading online and babies can live outside the womb at this stage. It made me realize I actually have a baby in me. An actual baby.

Every day I am coming to terms with my imminent journey to motherhood and can feel myself mentally getting ready for her. I can tell Damon is too. That overprotective instinct that comes naturally to him is getting more and more amplified by the week. It is like watching a mother bear and her cubs except it's Damon which makes it funnier.

Jeremy got out of in stay rehab and is now home. He got out early due to excellent performance. He still has to go to classes but he got back in school Monday and it is like he was never gone. Same old Jeremy is back. Him and Bonnie are taking it slow but are back together, much to her mom's dismay. She doesn't exactly like my family anymore. But Bonnie must have convinced her somehow to put up with us and not charge my brother with kidnapping or anything.

We pull into the school and god I really don't want to be here, more than any other day. I am tired, my back hurts and really I just want to sleep for a few days. Today just doesn't seem like it will be a good day. I grumble, grabbing my school bag and getting out of the Camaro. Damon takes my hand and we head into school. We got to be quick though, we usually like to get here 20 minutes early to get our things ready and hang out with everyone but now we barely have time to put things away and grab our school books.

I am just putting some stuff into my locker when the bell rings and I curse quickly closing my locker and pecking Damon quickly on the lips before I head to my first class of the day.

My belly is pretty big now. Like really big. So the talk has started up a little again lately. Just whispers and more stares nothing that really affects me but whenever Damon hears the whispers it's a different story.

Today's feels like such a slow school day I want to bang my head against a wall. I watch the clock waiting for lunchtime to hit because I could eat a horse and though I didn't tell Damon this it's 'cause I didn't have breakfast.

Finally, the bell rings, and I am one of the first out the door. When I hit the lunchroom, even though I practically ran here, I see everyone else is already there.

"Hey." I wrap my arms around Damon's front as he is sitting.

He caresses my hands with his own and smiles. I kiss his head before sitting next to him. He immediately wraps an arm around me and damn I feel good in his embrace.

He pulls away just a tiny bit to grab the container he had beside him on the table, my stomach quickly growls. I just freaking love his homemade Italian food, or maybe its Helen's, at this point I don't care.

I grab it from his hands and open it. He hands me a fork with a smirk on his face which I ignore, grabbing the fork and digging in.

"Dang Elena, breathe." Caroline laughs next to her place with Stefan.

I smile sheepishly.

"Hey, she is eating for two. Give her a break." Damon smiles at me and I can't help but smile back.

"Ew they're doing it again." Maggie whines next to Enzo.

"This is actually subdued to how they are at the house." Stefan points out.

"True, the other day me and Stefan were walking up the stairs to his room and Damon had Elena pinned to the wall sucking each other's faces off." Caroline grimaces.

"Yeah worst part of it all they barely knew we were there, Damon just muttered something about, needing new siblings and their own house, before he carried Elena into his room and slammed the door."

"Whew." Enzo laughs.

Damon winks at him before I step in. "We're right here." I glare at all of them.

"Sorry we thought you were caught in each other's gazes." Caroline swoons sarcastically.

"I wouldn't go there, Caroline." I warn. "Because I happen to remember walking out of Damon's room seeing clothes scattered everywhere, and as I made way around the corner to the bathroom, I seem to remember seeing you guys on the counter doi-"

"Okay we get it!" She laughs nervously.

"Enough of the sex talk." Jeremy yells from the other end of the table and I freeze surprised he heard all that from down there.

Damon laughs but leans in to our group. "He's just jealous because he isn't getting laid."

I smack him on the arm playfully but feel myself let out a small laugh. Me and Damon finish our lunch before we head into the hallway to get ready for our next classes. I just shut my locker and before I know it Damon has me pushed up against it, face nuzzled into my hair. I pet his back soothingly. God I love this man. He just starts to kiss my hair when we hear her voice.

"Well, well, well." Katherine struts down the hallway to us with Mason right behind her. "If it isn't the town's fat slut."

Damon immediately tenses and stands in front of me, as if to shield me. "Katherine just go." He snarls.

"Nah…" She smiles. "Look Damon. Even though you chose fat whale over me I got me a new man. Much better in the sack if you know what I mean." She smirks evilly.

"And I care because?" Damon says unfazed. "You are still a stuck up bitch." He shrugs.

"Don't talk to her like that." Mason walks up in front of her and pushes Damon in the chest.

"Watch yourself." Damon seethes.

"Damon let's just go." I whisper behind him.

"Oooh look Damon your little bitch wants you to go. Go on follow her Damon." Mason sneers. "Before her fat baby pops out of her sm-"

Before Mason can finish, Damon punches him squarely in the jaw. Mason quickly looks back at Damon before lunging at him with full force. I jump out of the way so they don't hit me.

They have their arms wrapped around each other, both punching where they can and as hard as they can. I scream and go to Damon to pry him away but he manages to shoot me a look before growling. "Elena, I swear to god, get the fuck back." He flares his eyes at me before throwing Mason to the ground as they roll around beating the life out of each other.

I look up to see Katherine smiling with a look only Satan can decipher.

"You fucking bitch." I growl at her, I move to go pull her hair but something stops me.

A load of students are exiting from the cafeteria now but they all see the fight and holler and yell, excitedly. Great. I don't see this going anywhere good.

Damon is now on top of Mason punching him wherever he can.

"Damon come on get off before someone sees." I hiss at him.

"Damon." A bloody Mason says. "How was it to fuck her? I know she was good back in her day." He smirks. I cringe knowing that will piss Damon off. Damon punches Mason right in the gut before throwing him across the floor and getting into another brawl on the ground.

"What the fuck!" Jeremy joins the huge crowd surrounding Mason and Damon.

"Jer! Don't get involved its fine!" I plead, it's nowhere near fine but come on. My brother just got out of rehab; he doesn't need to get in anymore trouble.

Jeremy goes near their brawl pulling Mason up by the shirt to face him.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Jeremy bellows with authority.

Mason shoves him which ignites a fire in Jeremy I have seen before. It's not good. Jeremy throws Mason on the ground beating him like Damon was a moment ago, I stand there in shock. I don't know what is going to happen…..

Damon joins in again to defend my brother who just lost the upper hand for a brief moment. They both have Mason pinned to the floor while he is struggling against their hold, but failing. I put my hand over my mouth close my eyes for a brief moment.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about her like that again." Damon growls an inch away from Masons bloody face.

"What did he say?" Jeremy asks as his eyes are raging.

"What is going on here!"

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Everyone looks towards the voice to see the principle walking through the crowd and staring at the scene. He walks over where Jeremy and Damon still have Mason pinned. "Get up now." The principle bellows.

They both reluctantly get up and I swallow hard when I see they all have some sort of blood on their face whether it be from their nose or lip. Damon shares a look of sorry with me but I nod, trying to assure him but hell, this will not be pretty.

"Office. Now. All three." He points in the direction.

They all without a word head in the direction before the principle turns to the crowd. "Class is in session right now so I suggest you all get there. Now!" He tells everyone

Katherine looks maybe a little worried about Mason but covers it up quickly before waving and strutting down the hall like she owns the place. I don't see Caroline or anyone anywhere so they must have gone another way through the school. But when they get a load of this….

Like a lot of people, I arrive late to my fifth period. I put my head in my hands trying to stop myself from getting too angry or sad. Stupid hormones. I breathe in and out trying to sustain them, not even paying attention to class. I don't even know what to feel. Do I be mad at Damon for doing that? Sad he is hurt? Mad at Mason? God I can't believe Mason would bring up our past relationship to Damon.

I didn't sleep with him.

We got close, very close a few times but never fully got there. There was always something about him that was off to me. I never loved him that is for sure. Only dated him for maybe, a few weeks for someone to be near to, talk to, and for someone to claim me. I felt lost and unloved so I searched for it in the wrong ways. But to bring that up with Damon is just…Not okay.

Damon is underneath the entire bad boy, snarky attitude and hot body front is just a really insecure guy. Growing up without his parents probably made him think and feel like he wasn't loved so I know he deals with insecurity a lot even though we don't talk about it. I am glad Damon stood up for us, I am. But the whole fight….I hope this won't ruin his chance of graduation because we are on a time schedule here.

After two and a half agonizing hours the bell rings. I don't even know where to go. Is Damon going to pick me up? I bite my lip but make my way to the parking lot. My heart stops when I see Damon's Camaro but…his mom is in the driver's seat and Damon's in the back.

Half of me want's to laugh the other half is worried. I pick up my speed and climb into the passenger seat.

I cough awkwardly. "Hi."

Helen smiles genuinely at me. "Hello dear. As you know Damon decided to be Captain America and get suspended."

I smile awkwardly and glance into the backseat to see Damon with sunglasses over his face looking out the window. He looks pissed and stressed.

"Yep, got a call while I was ironically making Damon's favorite dinner because he has been so sweet and kind lately." Her voice gets more cheerful as she goes on, which scares me more. "Only to find, he went full out lunatic on a guy. So needless to say Giuseppe had to drive me here so I could talk to the principle, get my butt ringed by these guys' parents, who I might say are not nice people" She tells me bluntly.

"Mom just drop it." Damon groans. "I am not up for this conversation right now."

"But Damon!" She says excitedly. "We haven't got to the best part!"

He groans, muttering obscenities.

"Damon." She turns to me as she is driving. "Got suspended for a week."

My jaw drops and I turn towards him but he won't look at me. He is ashamed.

"Did my brother get suspended too?" I ask tentatively.

She sighs sympathetically. "Yeah he did. Your dad got off work and was there in the conversation as well. He is suspended for a week too."

I groan against the headrest. "Damon told me what started the fight though…." She turns to me, her voice a lot softer and natural. "I'm sorry they said those things to you Elena. None of them true. You are a great person." She smiles.

"Thanks….To be honest I was just ignoring them and trying to calm Damon down…which didn't really work…I'm sorry." I mutter apologetic.

She tsks. "Elena. No. As much as I am mad at Damon for being stupid and giving into the fight, he did what I raised him to do. Protect his loved ones."

I feel my throat constrict at her words. That is Damon. He might be an ass, wreak havoc, annoy you but when it comes down to it. He will do anything for the people he loves. Anything. I couldn't be more glad with the morals she gave him.

"Do you want to go home Elena or come home with us for a little while?" She asks after a little bit of silence.

I am taken aback because I don't know the answer. Damon hasn't said a word to me and I don't want to intrude on anything.

I shift in my seat so I can look back at Damon who is staring at me, eyes wide. He nods. I shrug my shoulders now knowing what he means. He sighs before speaking. "Mom can you drop me at her house too?"

"I don't know Damon. Should I ground you?"

He scoffs. "You never have before."

She grumbles incoherent sentences before answering. "Okay, I'll drop you both off there. But you have to get a ride because your father dropped me off at the school."

I nod. "I can drive him home."

Damon grimaces as if the thought of me driving pregnant is horrible but nods. Within a few more minutes we arrive at my house, Damon nearly opens the car door before it stops and jumps out.

"Thanks for the ride…" I smile weakly.

She shakes her head sadly. "Watch after my boy won't you?"

I nod firmly.

"He won't be in a good place tonight...Just watch after him? If he has to spend the night here I am fine with that." She says while looking deeply into my eyes.

"Of course." My voice shakes a little.

She leans across her seat and hugs me tightly. After we pull away she rubs my belly softy. "She is getting so big." She says in awe.

I nod, smiling.

"Come on!" Damon groans outside my window.

Helen and I both laugh. Before I go I peck her on the cheek, which makes her look a little stunned for a minute but waves. I get out, shutting the door. Damon takes my hand eagerly as we head into my house.

I can tell he is hurt and a little vulnerable right now which Damon doesn't like. Around me it's fine…in small doses but not where everyone can see. I open the front door, my dad isn't home yet so we just head straight for my room. As soon as we enter the room he leaves my hand before plopping down on the bed groaning.

Rubbing my belly I walk towards my bed before sitting beside his sprawled out body.

"Did you sleep with Mason? Yes or no?" Damon voices monotonously.

My breath catches.

Damon doesn't know.

I told him a few months ago after he found out I was pregnant that I didn't sleep with him but we barely knew each other so maybe he didn't believe me.

I clear my throat before speaking. "No, Damon." I say firmly. "I didn't sleep with him. I swear with all my heart. There was always something off about him. I didn't trust him and even though prior months I slept with guys I didn't even know, I never went through with it when I was with him. You were the first guy I slept with within more than three months. I was going through a bad period where I didn't trust anyone…but believe me Damon when I say I never slept with him."

He takes a big inhale before sitting up, eyes locked on mine. "Sorry…I know you told me before but I-"

"Damon." I caress his face. "It's fine. I get it."

And I do.

He feels insecure and hurt. I won't stop for a second to reassure him. It's just been a bad day. He looks at me painfully before wrapping me up in his arms burying my head in his chest and kissing my hair. "I don't deserve you." He mumbles into my head.

I push him away and glare at him. "Don't say that." I say a little hurt. "I love you, Damon. And you are good. Why don't you let people see it?"

"Because when people see good they expect good….And I don't want to live up to anyone's expectations." He whispers brokenly.

I can feel my heart break into two. My bottom lip trembles, I grab his head and just hold it to my chest, combing my hands through his hair. He doesn't object and leans into my touch. We get into a laying position and stay there for awhile in comfortable silence.

"I'm going to miss you at school." I grumble into his chest.

The sun is now set, I don't know how long we have been here but I don't care. I was surprised to not find my dad or brother home, since Jeremy got suspended. My dad must be at work, god knows where Jeremy is.

"Think of it as a break from my crazy ass."

"But I like your ass." I pout.

"And I like yours. Whoa talk about soul mates." He says in mock sarcasm.

I glare at him but it is useless because of the wide grin on my face. "Seriously though Damon…who is going to make me lunch?" I pout. "I will starve!" I say dramatically.

He scoffs. "Like I will let my girls go without eating. Don't worry I will pack you a lunch, cut up the bread in pieces, put it in your little lunchbox with a love note to get you through the day." He grins at me.

"You think you are so funny don't you?"

"I'm hilarious." He smirks.

Just to get that dumb, stupid, sexy grin off of his face I crash my lips into his. He doesn't hesitate and pulls me tighter before rolling me beneath him. He is just about to take off my shirt when the front door shuts and we hear yelling.

Great.

Round 2.

Review your thoughts?

Updated a lot faster than usual. Got a lot of muse for my story, gaahh. It's pathetic. My own story gives me feels.

Thanks to Anna aka iwantyoudamon for being my beta. Check out her amazing new one shot 'Bring me the night' With amazing smut ;D

Thanks to all the reviews i got last chap, inspired me and i loved hearing them and what you guys think.

**Spoiler: More steps and decisions for little Salvatore/ Gilbert ;D

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