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Dim morning light streams in through the dark curtains, casting the room in a dark red glow. Elena rolls on her side and snuggles deeper into the covers, willing sleep to come back. The clock on the nightstand says 7:22 A.M. and with the previous day and night's events rushing back, she isn't ready to get up. Twenty minutes later, sleep still hasn't come so she gives up on that idea and rolls onto her back, letting her mind wonder aimlessly. If she hadn't woken up here, she would have thought that all of yesterday was just a dream. But she hadn't woken up in the Salvatore house in over a month, so she knows yesterday wasn't a dream, but reality.
She still isn't sure exactly how she feels about everything. The initial shock of being pregnant has wore off but now there are tons of other things to worry about, like is she even ready to be a mom? Can she raise a baby? Can she raise a half immortal baby? And then what about the actual baby? Damon had said it himself last night, there's no guarantees about any of this.
Loads of questions, but no answers.
Elena wanted kids when she was little. She use to make up a diaper bag, filling it with bottles, diapers, clothes, toys and everything a baby could possibly need. She use to dress up her favorite baby doll and put her in a stroller, always making Matt push it around, bag hitched over his five year old skinny shoulder.
She smiles at the memory.
But after her parents died, a lot of her dreams died along with them, like writing and children.
She wonders if her parents were here what they would say. She knows they would be furious and think they had been irresponsible. But she knows they would help her no matter what. But happens when they found out the baby was half vampire? Would they still be as supportive? Or would they label the child as a monster?
There she goes with all the questions with no answers.
Sighing, she gets out of bed and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. She cracks the door and peaks out, looking for any sign of Damon. She doesn't see him, so she steps out, and ventures down the hallway to his room. The door is open but no sign of Damon. She walks through the hallway, not glancing twice at Stefan's room. Before deciding Damon left to get something, she stops at the top of the stairs and strains to hear.
Damon is talking low into the phone and she recognizes a dangerous tone in his voice, the tone he uses when he's either very mad or threatening someone.
Her eyes widen and she strains harder to hear exactly what he's saying.
"I know," he hisses. "But you still owe me a favor."
He pauses for their response.
"Don't start with me," he says. "You said anything I ever needed, you'd do. I need this. Now. Not later. Now."
After a few minutes, he says, his tone less harsh, "If you do this, your little debt is repaid. Forgotten."
A few seconds later, sounding satisfied, he says, "I'll be there in just a little while."
Elena wonders if that had been the doctor and her stomach flips nervously. If it was, they didn't sound very happy about helping her.
She walks down the stairs and Damon is suddenly in front of her.
She jumps.
"Good morning Elena," he says, smiling.
She can't tell if its his usual, sarcastic smile or just a regular smile.
"Who was on the phone?" she asks, not wanting to waste any time.
He raises an eyebrow. "Listening were we?"
She shrugs.
"It was the doctor," he says, his smile firmly intact. "She's expecting us in an hour. Can you get ready in that time?"
She ignores his question. "From what I heard, it didn't sound like she was too excited to see us."
His smile fades. "Me. She's not too excited about seeing me."
She raises an eyebrow. "What'd you do Damon?"
"Why do you just assume I did something?" he asks, sounding hurt.
She rolls her eyes. "Because you're Damon Salvatore?"
He shrugs, mock hurt gone. "True."
"So what'd you do?"
"I might have… had an intimate relationship with her daughter," he says, shrugging.
"You mean you had sex with her?" Elena asks, crossing her arms over her chest underneath the blanket.
"Yes," he says, holding up his hands in front of him. "But in my defense, she was of age and threw herself at me."
Elena rolls her eyes at him. "You're over a century and a half old. That's beyond a pedophile."
He narrows his blue eyes at her. "Don't look at me with those judgy little eyes. You have no room to talk."
She shakes her at him, not about to get into this argument. She turns around and begins to head to the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
She turns around, face blank. "You said she was expecting us in an hour. I'm going to go get ready."
As she walks up the stairs, she wonders if she's being bipolar or if Damon really is just that obnoxious.
Elena is in the shower for less than ten minutes before she shuts off the hot water.
She cusses quietly, remembering she hadn't grabbed any towels.
She squeezes her hair out and steps out of the shower. Much to her surprise, she sees two white towels, one much larger than the other. She hadn't heard Damon even come in. That's an uncomfortable thought.
She wraps her long, dark hair in the smaller towel and her body in the larger one.
She steps out of the bathroom and on the bed, she recognizes some of her clothes that she had left. After Stefan left, she had never come back to get any of her stuff.
She grabs a dark pair of jeans and a thick white shirt, remembering she had forgotten her jacket.
After putting her clothes on, she goes into the bathroom, praying there is a blow dryer.
There is and she wonders if there is anything this house doesn't have.
Ten minutes later she finds one things it doesn't.
A straighter.
Sighing at her wavy hair, she grabs her toothbrush that she thankfully had also left, brushes her teeth and heads downstairs.
Damon's sitting on the couch in front of the fire place, a drink in hand.
"I'm ready," she says.
He glances over at her. "You don't want to eat something before we leave?"
She shakes her head. "I'm not hungry."
He gets down, downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the table.
He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket and tosses something at her.
She catches it and reads it.
It's a cereal bar.
She looks at him, eyebrows raised.
"Eat," he says in a no nonsense tone.
She contemplates arguing with him but doesn't really feel like getting into a heated discussion so she unwraps it, walks to the kitchen to throw out the wrapper and goes back to where Damon is.
He gives her a pointed look, arms crossed tight over his chest.
She sighs and takes a bite of it.
He nods, satisfied. He grabs something off the couch and hands it to her.
It's a black leather jacket.
"Lets go."
Twenty minutes later (thanks too quite a lot of speeding) they pull into a long driveway, surrounded by trees and wildlife. She can't see the end of the gravel driveway and she idly wonders exactly who this woman is.
She stays silent though and waits patiently.
A few minutes later, she finally sees a house coming into view.
She sucks in a breath as she sees it.
It's a white Victorian style home with a huge porch, which has a large variety of flowers and smaller plants. It looks old, but the flowers splashes it with a color that takes her breath away.
"Wow," she breaths.
"I know."
She watches the flowers grow closer and closer before Damon stops the car and they're right in front of them.
While she's staring at the house in awe, Damon uses his supernatural speed to go to the passenger side and open Elena's door.
Elena unhooks her seatbelts and steps out of the car. "Thanks," she says, looking at the bees buzzing around the flowers.
"Hello," a woman's voice says, breaking Elena's hold on the flowers.
She turns to see a middle aged woman with startling curly red hair, piled artfully on the top of her head walking down the steps and to them. Her ivory skin has few wrinkles and smile lines show around her mouth. The woman is startlingly beautiful.
"Hi," Elena says, stepping forward with her hand out.
The woman reaches out and the second their skin touch, a rush of electricity goes through Elena's body, causing her to gasp and her eyes widen. She feels it start in her fingers, to her hands, through her wrist, up her arm, before spreading to the next arm, going down and then rushing through the rest of her body.
Strong arms wrap around her waist and yank her away from the hand, just as her knees collapse below her.
She gasps, feeling like her breath had been knocked out of her.
Damon supports her weight easily with one arm against his chest.
"Was that really necessary?" Damon asks, sounding annoyed at the red haired woman.
The woman shoots him an equally annoyed glance before looking back at Elena, a curious look on her face.
"She looks exactly like Katherine," the woman says, sounding awed. Even surprised, her voice is full of authority and power. It makes Elena respect her instantly.
"She's the doppelganger," Damon says.
"I see that," the woman says.
"I still don't see how that was necessary," Damon says, referring to the weird meeting.
The woman looks at him, a sarcastically pleasant smile on her face. The smile reminds Elena of Damon's.
"Lord only knows what you'd bring to me Damon Salvatore," she says, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't about to take any chances."
"You're a witch," Elena realizes, her voice sounding breathless.
The woman smiles at her. A real smile, not the smile she had given Damon. "I am," she says. "And you're a human."
Elena nods.
"Tell me why you're here, honey," she says, eyeing Damon's arm, which is still around Elena's waist.
Damon notices it too and releasers her, but keeps an hand close just in case she needs it.
"You didn't tell her?" Elena asks, looking over he shoulder at Damon.
He shakes his head.
She turns back to the woman. "I'm pregnant," she says. "By a vampire."
She waits for the woman to scoff and say not possible, like every else had.
She shoots Damon a hard look.
"Don't look at me," Damon says. "Its not mine."
She woman raises an eyebrow, confused.
"Stefan's the father," Elena says.
"Stefan?" she asks, confused.
"My little brother," Damon says.
"I didn't know you have a brother," she says.
"Now you do."
"And where is he?"
"Wouldn't we like to know?" Damon says, darkly.
"He left town about a month ago," Elena says.
She nods and motions for them to follow her.
"Come inside and we'll get started," she says, opening the door.
Elena looks back at Damon, whose a step behind her.
"Its okay," Damon says, quietly. "I trust her."