Well I talk to a fan fellow of mine. I'm planning on making this story longer so it's being stretched.
Sorry guys, Stefan won't find out till later. I'm thinking four through three chapters now. Enjoy!
Elena woke up, smiling and grinning. Damon's arm was wrapped around her middle, tight. He was snoring lightly and his head was in the crook of her neck. It wasn't stabbing her and Elena would be okay if he was. He asked her out last night and she had said yes, but before they could celebrate and storm into Caroline's room to bother her and Vickie. He had asked her questions about how she felt. Elena, of course, said that she felt good. That she got her answered and accepted it. She wasn't going to think about it anymore and she hadn't. It was all about her and Damon from here on out. No more worries about anything but them. That's what she told him and he pulled her into a very tight hug were other things besides his chest poked and pressed her. She kissed him on his cheek and rubbed her leg up his own, trying to slid it in between his legs so she could rub it against his growing length. But he stopped her to tell to her that he was tired and he had work in the morning. But Elena felt so great, energy was passing through her body and she wanted it to go away in the most couple fashion but she wanted to lay sleeping next to him, so when he woke up, she woke up too.
Damon was still asleep. Elena turned her head and looked at the alarm clock. It read 8:00. Damon had to be in at work around 8:30.
"Babe?" Elena turned in Damon's arms and looked at him, moving her hand over his eyes, getting the hair out of his face. She was running her hands over his face, softly, admiring how he looked. Sweet and innocent like a baby. "Damon, I'm glad I'm with you. You always make me smile and even though, we just started out yesterday. I feel like I known you, forever."
Damon's face was turning bright red and Elena was loving the fact that she made him blush.
"You're awake?"
Damon opened his eyes, blinking, his eyes were trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming in.
"I am. I woke up when you did. Just resting my eyes next to my beautiful girlfriend."
Elena blushed and pouted.
They were even with their blushes.
"Well, I feel like raping my boyfriend but he has work." Elena stretched out her words and sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes and placing her hand over her stomach. She felt something in her stomach, like an urge to throw up.
Damon smiled and sat up as well, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and he pulled her tighter to him.
"You okay? You look pale?" Damon asked concern. He hoped she wasn't sick.
He never told her, but whenever one of his girlfriends were sick. He stayed home. He didn't care. So if Elena was sick, he was staying home.
"I don't know. I just had this feeling..." She stopped her words and covered her mouth with both her hands. Her body shook as she felt something come up from her stomach to come out her throat.
It didn't take long till it was pushing up her throat.
She shot out of the bed and ran for the bathroom door, glad that it was open. She didn't even cut on the light. She opened the toilet lid, both of the lids, held herself over the toilet...and threw up.
The contents of last night rose from her mouth and she let it all out.
Damon got out of the bed and reached for his phone on the dresser.
He speed dialed Caroline. She answered right away. She was painting her nails.
"Go to the store and get grapefruit juice, now!"
Caroline said okay. She hung up the phone and was out the door, jumping into her car.
Only Damon and Elena were in the house.
Damon threw his phone on the bed as he called out to Elena. "Elena, Caroline went to get grape juice."
Elena stopped throwing up. The container of her stomach was empty, there was nothing left. Her throat was buzzing from the burn of all the acid and chopped food that was long into bits of waste or nutrients. Elena lifted her head and looked away from the bowl, not wanting to see what was inside. She stood up, slowly, trying to gain her balance as Damon walked into the room. He went straight to her, helping her up and turning on the faucet to luke warm. He cupped his hands under the water and brought the water to Elena. She took it into her mouth as her hand found the handle to flush away the embarrassment. Damon scooped another cup ful and handed it to Elena. She drunk it like a starved man and told Damon no more. She balanced herself and leaned against the counter, looking at Damon as he snatched a black towel from the towel rack and wiped her mouth. She didn't fight him, she suddenly felt weak.
"What was that about?" Damon was chuckling nervously. Even if he sent Caroline out for grape fruit juice. He hoped she was alright. He really hoped that she was sick, because he would stay home.
Elena turned to him. "Can we say pregnant?" She was coughing up the rest of the contents that was left over. She turned her head and spit into the sink. A dark brown bubble formed and the water from the faucet pushed it down the sink.
"You might not be." Damon was trying to reassure Elena. He didn't want her freaking out because just the fact of them having a kid together sent Damon's hurt thumping madly against his chest. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.
"Damon," she pinched her nose and than shook her head, looking at him again. Placing her hands on his cheeks. "if I'm pregnant. I'll have the baby. Just don't start telling people that your girlfriend is pregnant because what if my body is pretending. I don't want you or I to get our hopes up and then I'm not."
Damon sighed and heard his phone ring. He ignored it. He was with his girlfriend.
"I'll keep it hush hush." Damon had sadness in his voice. He really really wanted her to be pregnant, that way if she was pregnant. Stefan couldn't do shit.
"Now, go get dressed Mister. I'll take a bath." She smiled and rubbed Damon's cheek.
"Wait, I don't have to go to work. I can stay here with you." Elena shook her head and she started to chuckle. Her chest vibrating with laughter.
"Nope. Go check out another woman's vagina. I'll be fine. I'll call Vickie over."
Damon knew that he wouldn't win. Elena would eventually get him out of the house.
"Alright. I'll go change." Damon kissed each of her hands and than left the bathroom, closing the door behind him so Elena could be left alone.
Elena closed the toilet lid and sat upon it. She was running her hands through her hair and leaned to the side to turn on the water, her other hand lifting the little knob so she can stop it from draining.
The tub filled.
Her thoughts were racing in her head and she felt so weak and tired. Tears formed in her eyes as she thought of her mother.
Her long forgotten mother.
Her mother drunk herself nearly to death. Her mother who told her when she was younger that if Elena ever had kids that the father would walk out because men were set that way.
Meet you. Love you. Make love to you. Hold you. Lie to you. Cheat on you. Get you pregnant. Leave you.
Elena didn't want anything to happen between her and Damon, nothing like that. She hated that her mother told her that. She knew that Damon wasn't like that. She knew that he was neither of the negative things that her mother said. Stefan was but not Damon. So, if she was pregnant. She was going to tell her mother that she was and hope that her mother was happy for her. If she was not pregnant, she was just going to be calm about the whole thing. Wasn't like they weren't going to try...and try a lot they shall.
Elena laughed and turned the water off. It was already half-full. She stood up and slid out of her bra and underwear, letting it collect on the floor. She stepped out of them and slowly got into the tub, letting her body adjust to the temperature before she sat down. The water formed already her body and Elena jumped at how hot it was. She scooted all the way towards the back of the tub, letting her body relax and stretch out. She leaned forward and placed her face into the water,closing her eyes and breathing through her nose as she let the water wave around her head.
She rose herself up and wiped the water from her face, pulled her legs to her stomach, wrapped her arms tight around her legs and cried.
;..;
Damon walked around the waiting room, whistling up a tune. A tune that he heard on the radio that morning as he drove to work. He wasn't sure what was the name of the song, but it had a good beat. Something about 'fly like a G6'. Damon wasn't sure but he whistled it anyway, letting the tune consume him as he walked around and signed the papers that he needed to sign. The receptionist was looking at him as if he had grown two heads as she popped her bubble gum and Caroline was giving him a wide smirk and mumbling words to him as they passed each other.
He didn't have good hearing, but he caught most of what she said. Something about good sex.
The sex would always be good, Elena was still a "virgin" and she told him one night that she wanted to experience everything with Damon and with him only.
Yay!
But that was besides the point. He was whistling because there could be a little Damon inside of her belly. He'd be a father and Stefan...yuck...would be the uncle. Damon would take care of his kid and love it as his mother did. Tell his kid to live life and enjoy all the good things and accept all the bad. That's what Damon would tell his kid. But if Elena wasn't pregnant, he would try and get her pregnant. They didn't and never would, probably, not use a condom. They tried once and Elena got off of him and snatched it off. She said that she couldn't and didn't feel anything. Something about it not feeling right because she wanted all of him inside of her.
Anyway, Damon would love it if Elena was pregnant. He highly hoped that she was. He was twenty-five and his birthday was in one week. He'd be twenty six. He wanted nothing for his birthday except for a baby, a baby with Elena.
They would be a perfect family and he would love Elena and his kid more than ever. Protecting them as he couldn't protect his mother. He would stay strong and show them nothing but love.
All the love he had deep inside of him. He would give it to them. Give it to them both.
He was in love with Elena anyway.
He just didn't want to admit that because he didn't want to rush her.
He would hate to rush her.
He'd give her time and when she was ready. He would say it and she would say it.
Or something like that.
Nothing could bring Damon down.
He was just too happy.
"Damon, we have a Annabelle here to see you."
Caroline stuck her tongue at the name as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.
Damon smiled at Caroline and saw Anna walk into the waiting room. She was on the phone, talking to someone. Caroline scowled at her as she passed.
Anna hung up the phone and put it in her pocket. She looked up at Damon and smirked at him.
He was smiling at her. His blue eyes were shining bright.
"You know Damon, no matter how much in "love" you are with that bitch of yours. I'll get you back."
Damon ignored her comment and led her into the room, telling her to strip down and get into the white gown that he was going to hand her.
His thoughts were on Elena, because he had got his closure.
That was the only thing holding him back.
Yup, the only thing that had held him back and now he could live and be free with Elena, the mother of his unsure child.
;..;
"So, have you told your mother yet?"
Elena shook her head.
Her and Vickie were sitting on the couch.
Vickie was wearing black skinny jeans and a purple blazer. She was heading for work in an hour and had decided to drop by and see Elena.
Elena was wearing a blue tank and some boxers of Damon's. They had cute little clowns on them.
"Why not?"
"Because, she's so negative. All she does is complain about this and complain about that. I don't want to hear it Vick. I just don't. She makes me sick to my stomach. I used to believe her. I believe all her lies because I knew deep down that she was just hurt. That she was just in pain and needed to vent. But now I know, she had a fucked up life and wanted her child to think the way she thought. I didn't realize it then when I told her that I was dating a girl. The first words out of her mouth was, 'Good. You don't have to worry about a dick. Just a fucking pussy. Bitches are all the same'."
Vickie looked at Elena in horror. "You're mother called me a bitch? Oh hell nah."
Elena laughed a bit.
"I would tell her, but I want to make sure. I only told you because I'm scared Vick."
Vickie sighed and hugged Elena, rubbing her head so she wouldn't stress, just in case if she was pregnant.
"Why, sweetie?"
Elena didn't want to say this out loud because it's what she thought while she was crying.
"I don't want to end up like her in the end."
Vickie shook her head. Elena was too sweet for that.
"You won't. You won't. You're too strong to let all that stuff happen to you."
Elena felt tears forming in her eyes.
"Vick, the strongest fall the hardest, because they always look up. Never down. They never see the cracks in the floor. Never."
So, how was this chapter. If I made it confusy. Please let me know. I will take it off and re-write. I have a poll.
Who do you want to lose the baby? Bonnie or Elena. (lol Spoiler).
I want to thank Badboysarebest for helping me out with this and an idea. Stefan will found out soon but we all have to wait.
I will do a chapter just for Damon's birthday. Have any requests, don't be afraid to shout it out.
If you think Elena is too sad and emo in this chapter, sorry. I will try and fix it.
Oh and her mother will appear in the story. I just have to figure out who she's going to be first.
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