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AN: So what killed Steffie? Read and find out XD
EPOV
I hear a faint beeping. I open my eyes to see myself in a white bed, the beeping coming from the machine that's hooked up to my arm. I look around the room and find Damon, sleeping in the chair beside me. I gasp. I haven't seen him in what feels like forever. Why am I in the hospital? Is the baby ok? Why isn't Stefan here? Stefan. Stefan. Memories come flooding back. I put my hand over my chest and a whimper escapes my mouth. Damon's eyes open, and he's at my side instantly. The tears start pouring out and I grab his shirt pulling him closer. I bury my face in his chest and cry. I reach for his face and find his cheek is wet. I wipe off his tears with my thumb and bury my face in his chest once again.
We stay like that for hours, crying together. We talk about Stefan and all the memories we shared. He tells me about when Stefan was a toddler, and how he would follow Damon everywhere. We're both laughing and crying when he talks about Stefan's first crush and how he pushed her in the creek by their home to show how much he liked her.
A nurse comes in eventually to check on me. Damon refuses to leave my side while she asks her questions.
"How far along are you, Ms. Gilbert?" She asks, writing something else down on the paper attached to her clipboard.
"Today's the 29th right?" I ask Damon. He shakes his head.
"The drugs knocked you out for awhile. Today is the 1st." He says looking at the floor.
"I was 10 weeks on the 29th." I tell her, frowning. Stefan and I were going to go out to dinner.
"I'm going to send the doctor in. Your boyfriend will have to go wait outside for now."
"He's just a friend. My boyfriend is dead." I tell her, feeling a new round of tears approaching. She just nods and walks away.
"Bitch" I hear Damon mumble. He climbs back onto the bed and lays my head on his chest.
"Ms. Elena Gilbert?" The doctor asks from the doorway. Damon nods and climbs off the bed. I grab his hand and he leans down to kiss it reassuringly.
"I'll be in the hall." He says and walks out the door, closing it behind him.
"I am very sorry to hear about your loss, Elena" He says. I nod and he sits down in the chair Damon was in earlier.
"It seems your due date is November 23rd." He says, checking his papers.
"November 23rd. That's a good date." I reply, mostly to myself.
9 weeks later.
I was dealing with Stefan's death the best I could. I know he'll live forever in all our memories. The week of the funeral was especially hard, but everyone helped me through it, Damon included. He promised to stick around as long as I wanted him here. It took me a little while to forgive him for leaving, but I did, as always.
Today was the day of my checkup and ultrasound. Damon drove me there and we were sitting in the waiting room when the doctor called my name.
"Your friend is allowed to come back with you today, if you want, Ms. Gilbert." The doctor tells me.
Damon looks at me and I nod. He smiles and walks with us to the back room. After lying down and having the cold gel put on my stomach the doctor start the ultrasound.
"That right there is your baby." He tells us, smiling.
The picture on the screen might have just been a picture to some people, but to me it was my baby. My beautiful baby. Damon grabs my hand and I turn to see him smiling. Not a smirk but a real smile. I turn back to the screen and stare in wonder as my baby moves around.
"Would you like to know the sex?" The doctor asks. Stefan would have wanted to wait. But I can't handle waiting months to find out.
"What do you think Damon?" I ask him. He stares at me, shocked that I want his opinion.
"I think I want to know if I have a niece or nephew." He says, smiling.
"Well then congratulations" The doctor says. "It's a boy."
Damon squeezes my hand and I smile. I'm going to have a son. Tears are stinging my eyes the rest of the appointment.
Later that day I tell Damon I'm going to take a drive. He hesitantly agrees and I walk out the door. Once I get there, I sit down cross legged in front of the headstone, placing the rose I brought in front of it. I read it for the thousandth time in the last few weeks.
Stefan Salvatore
Beloved Friend and Brother
Died June 29th 2011
I smile and start playing with the grass. "We're going to have a son" I tell him. "I hope he has your eyes and your smile. I hate that he'll grow up without knowing you. You would've been such a great dad Stefan." I say. Tears start to fall into the grass.
Two weeks later.
Me and Damon were sitting on the couch eating Chinese take-out. It seemed like such a normal thing to do now.
"What are we going to name him?" I ask Damon worriedly. "I haven't even thought of any names."
"Hmm well, is he going to be a Salvatore or a Gilbert?" Damon asks.
"A Salvatore, no question." I say with a smile.
"Hmm I'll have to think about it."
"I love the name Alexander." I tell him.
"That was Stefan's middle name" He sighs.
"Really? He never mentioned it."
"Yea, I never really thought of mentioning it either." He says.
I feel something kick and gasp. I reach over and grab Damon's hand pulling him towards me. I lay his hand on my stomach.
"Did you feel that?" I ask him in wonder. He nods his head, staring at his hand.
"I think he likes that name." Damon says, smiling.
"I think so too."