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AN: Now for the scene I have been dying to write. Can anyone guess which one it is? XD R&R
Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end is right.
I hope you have the time of your life.
EPOV. August 8th 2012
"DAMON" I yell up the stairs. After twenty minutes of hearing him running through the halls upstairs it got annoying. He appears at the top of the stairs, hair disheveled and a 9 month old Alex in his arms, holding a ball. Big smiles on both of their faces.
"What?" He asks.
"What are you two doing up there? Herding Elephants?" I ask him.
"Alex was throwing the ball and I was getting it for him." He says simply.
"You mean you were playing fetch?" I ask laughing.
"Ha-ha, no. I was just playing with him." He says.
"I'm going to run to the store. Can I trust you both not to destroy the house while I'm gone?"
"Your lack of faith in us is heartbreaking." He says sarcastically, putting his hand over his heart.
"I'll be back soon. No drinking while I'm gone." I say, pointing my finger at him and grabbing my purse.
"Yes mam." He says.
"Oh and Damon" I say walking out the door.
"Yes Elena?"
"Don't forget to feed my kid." I say smiling.
"Your mommy is full of it" I hear him tell Alex.
"I heard that." I yell, climbing into the car.
DPOV.
After Elena's car is out of hearing range, me and Alex head towards the living room. After filling up a glass of Scotch. We head over to the couch. I sit him up on the floor and lie down on my stomach in front of him. I take a sip of my Scotch and cough when it hits my throat, causing Alex to laugh.
"Glad you find my pain amusing." I tell him, rolling my eyes. He smiles and reaches for my glass.
"No way little man, your mom would murder me if she came home and you smelt like alcohol." I tell him, pushing the glass out of his reach.
"So what do you wanna do?" I ask him letting him play with my fingers. He starts talking to them in his baby language.
"Sorry buddy but I don't think they're going to talk back." I tell him, laughing.
He looks up at me with a smile, his bright green eyes full of happiness. I take another sip.
"Daddy"
I choke on the scotch in my mouth, which starts a fit of coughing. It takes me a minute to control myself. I stare at him in shock. My metaphorical heart just skipped ten beats.
"What?" I ask, full of shock.
"Daddy" He says proudly.
"Holy shit, you can talk." I say, surprise clear in my tone. A giant smile forms on my face.
His eyes are still staring into mine, a big smile on his face. Damn, I need to call Elena. She's going to be so pissed she missed this. I pull my phone out and dial her number but stop before entering the last digit.
I'm not his daddy.
I frown and put the phone away, picking Alex up and putting my empty glass back. I look down to see him playing with the ring on my finger.
"Let's keep this between you and me, little man. No telling mommy, ok?" I tell him, sadly.
God Damon, pull yourself together.
EPOV.
I get home after an hour of running around the grocery store. After putting the groceries away I walk upstairs to find Damon laying Alex down in his crib, he's sound asleep. I smile and wait for him in the hall. We walk downstairs together, silently. When we reach the kitchen he pulls some ingredients out to start dinner. I sit down at the table, watching him.
"What did you guys do while I was gone?" I ask.
"Just watched Cartoon Network until he fell asleep." He mumbles, a frown on his face.
"Damon, what's wrong?" I ask, concerned.
"Worried about my well being?" He says, the frown disappearing and a smirk replacing it. I hate it when he does that.
"Stop answering questions with questions." I tell him, annoyed.
"Why? Does it bother you?" He replies.
"There you go again." I sigh. He smirks and rolls his eyes, turning back to the stove.
After an hour and a half of watching Damon cook I hear Alex crying from upstairs.
"He has great timing, dinner's ready." Damon says.
I walk upstairs and pick Alex up, but he doesn't stop crying.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask him, worriedly.
I walk downstairs and back into the kitchen with him. As soon as he see's Damon he starts reaching for him, still crying. Damon turns around and waves to him.
"Damon I think something's wrong, he's really upset." I tell him.
"Let me get dinner on the table at least." He replies, laying all the food out on the table.
I sit down and Damon comes and takes Alex from me, heading to his seat. He stops crying immediately.
"Figures" I say, rolling my eyes at the sight. Alex sits on Damon's lap, perfectly content just being near him. He hits Damon's hand but Damon doesn't look at him. This seems to frustrate Alex immensely.
"Daddy"
I drop my fork and stare open-mouthed. Damon sighs and looks down at him, forcing a smile.
"Thanks for listening" I hear him mumble.
"Did he just say Daddy?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yes." Damon sighs.
A huge smile appears on my face and I walk over to them, getting down on Alex's level.
"Can you say it again, baby?" I ask him, happily. I see Damon go rigid, but decide to ignore it. Alex looks back towards Damon and points at him, smiling.
"Daddy" He says again proudly.
"Oh my god, this is awesome." I exclaim, standing up to hug Damon. I feel his shoulders loosen up and a sigh escape his lips. I pull back to look at Alex.
"I'm so proud of you" I tell him, smiling.
I walk back over and sit down to finish dinner.
DPOV.
After me and Elena clean up dinner, she takes Alex upstairs to give him a bath. My thoughts are suffocating me. Why isn't she mad? Isn't she even a little upset that her sons first word was calling me daddy? I mean sure I take care of him but I'm just his uncle. Even if I feel like he's mine. Like he's ours. What if she wakes up tomorrow and decides she doesn't want me to live here anymore? I don't think I want to live anywhere without them. They're my family.