Part II
Elena has absolutely no business being in a kitchen. That is strictly her husband's domain, no ifs, ands, or buts. But, today is not only a special occasion, it is the most important day of their lives. She lifts the lid to the vegetable steamer and peers inside. An overcooked mess of carrots, peas, and corn glares at her accusingly. She debates starting again. After all, her husband should not be back for another few hours ...
Damon Salvatore and Ric Saltzman giggle like two prepubescent teen girls, delighting in the newest Klaus Mikaelson gossip. Klaus, the bitchy little twit, seems to have fallen for Caroline Forbes, the insecure and neurotic twit.
"Wifey's gonna be mad if she finds out you're still calling Caroline that. I mean, the girl was the maid of honour at your wedding," Ric chastises.
"Well, you were my best man, Dick," Damon fires back, putting extra emphasis on the last word.
Ric flips Damon the bird with one hand, as he opens a door with the other.
"Oh my god, get out!" Elena squeals, attempting to cover up her lingerie.
"Sorry, sorry. I swear I didn't see a thing," Ric apologizes, as he shuts the door.
"Tell him to give me 15 minutes. And you're not invited," she yells through the closed door.
Elena arranges her breasts for maximum cleavage. She smooths the fabric around her belly. Her hair tousles after she runs her fingers through it a few times.
Damon opens the door at the instructed time, while taking a deep breath. He nearly chokes at the sight of his wife, Elena Salvatore, in a pastel yellow corset made of French lace and tulle. Her breasts are perfect round globes, accentuated by underwire and decorative flourishes. The front busk fastens with sparkly eyelets, and the back laces up, forming an exquisite hourglass shape. He goes cross-eyed trying to figure out which parts are see-through and which parts are intricate design. His mouth latches onto her jugular. "Baby, I know you probably took forever to get into this, but it's coming right off."
"We have to eat first," Elena insists, though her traitorous heartbeat betrays her true desires.
Damon submits to her request but in his own Damon way. He pulls Elena into his lap and drags his tongue across the swell of her breasts. She uncovers his real food before they get too heated.
"Oh, you mean food food," he complains.
"Yep, dig in!" she urges.
He stares at the mushy muck on his plate. "Um ... carrots, beans, and corn? Yum." If not for the colours, he would have had no idea.
"Actually, baby carrots, baby peas, and baby corn. And, I'm wearing a yellow corset. Do you see a theme?" Elena hints, biting down on her lower lip.
"There's a game, how fun! Can I phone a friend?"
"Damon ..."
"OK, fine. The question: Why are you wearing yellow?"
"Because it's neutral."
"OK, fine. Baby carrots, baby peas, baby corn. Yellow because it's neutral. Did I just walk onto an episode of 'Full House?'" Damon tensely teases, afraid to say the words out loud just yet.
"Yes you did," Elena confirms.
"Baby, I don't want to say it and get disappointed," he whines, burying his head into her chest.
"I promise you won't be disappointed," she reassures.
"Baby, are we having a baby?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
Damon picks Elena up bridal style and kisses all over her face.
"Bring me to our room, Baby has a present for you," she directs.
"Yes, Mommy!"
Their bedroom is a masterpiece that Damon designed and furnished himself. The rich, earthy woods create a timeless yet sensual ambiance. The highlight, their custom-built bed, boasts sheets made of Egyptian cotton-backed merino wool, a comforter made of raw Chinese mulberry silk, and pillows made of Elderdown feathers. Or maybe, the highlights are really the not-so-subtle hints at their scorching sex life. The brass stripper pole. The leather sex swing. The oversized cushions at the foot of the bed that he kneels on when eating her for dinner.
Elena retrieves a wrapped package from her nightstand and hands it to Damon. He perches on the edge of their bed and settles her between his legs. The golden ribbon fastener unravels with one easy tug. The pastel yellow crepe paper gives way to reveal a book entitled "Kama Sutra for Pregnancy."
"Aw Baby, if Baby really chose this, I'd be worried. Shit, I'm gonna start calling you Babe, and Baby Baby," Damon decides. "Let's see, 'the Butterfly' sounds like fun: 'He stands and she hooks her legs over his shoulders ...'"
"Not in front of the elders. Are you trying to make another one already?" Jenna Gilbert laments, as she mock-shields her eyes.
"You told Mom before me?" Damon whimpers.
"No need to tell. Her boobs are ginormous! I'm surprised you didn't notice."
"I thought she was on the rag, Grandma."
Elena sighs in contentment. How many men love their mother-in-laws as much as Damon does?
"Mom, take a picture of my hot bod. It'll probably start going tomorrow," Elena jokes. Elena poses in her corset with Damon's fingers splayed over her flat belly.
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