Two months went by and Damon was lapping up the fact Elena was stressed and grumpy due to the lack of sleep. It turned out she was nearing four months pregnant because she had failed to take a pregnancy test earlier on, which is why the doctors only found out when she was in the hospital.

"Hey it's the eighth dwarf, preggerz!" He shouted as she walked down the stairs that morning. She flicked him the finger and rubbed her eyes

"Ouch." He commented as she walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of milk and sitting down.

"What that's it, no shut up Damen or, are you and Stefan really related because you're a jackass." He pressed and she slammed the glass down, glaring at him murderiously.

"I haven't got time to be dealing with you today, I have most of this wedding to plan and if Stefan ever decides he is going to get his ass out of bed we can look at venues and such." She told him.

Damon raised his eyebrows, "Why can't I help?"

She sighed, "Because I want a wedding planned Damen, not a travelling circus."

"I can do weddings." He said defensively, "White dress, church, cake, cheesy first dance, couple of rings... what more is there to get?"

Elena frowned, "That is why your bother is getting married and you're not... besides..." She looked at Damen seriously.

"You have to write your best man speech."

Damen rolled his eyes, "Please I have it memorised."

She folded her arms, "Really?"

He nodded.

She smirked, "Go on then."

"Its s surprise." He whispered and jumped to sit on the counter. She grumbled under her breath and he was about to throw a wash cloth at her when Stefan walked in.

"Hey beautiful." He breathed and leant down to kiss her cheek. She mumbled something and his hand rubbed her stomach.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently when she dodged out of the way of his second kiss.

"I'm tired and we have too much to do today without this so... come on, get some food in you and we will start."

Stefan sighed at her choice of words but did as she asked.

He sat down beside her and she threw her list at him. He scanned it and his eyebrows went up.

"And this is the bare minimum of stuff we need?" He asked.

Elena nodded and rested her head on his shoulders, his arm draped around her waist and his hand rubbed the side of her stomach.

He was still looking at the list when someone knocked on the door.

"That'll be Jenna." Elena said.

Damon went to answer it but Stefan was to quick for him.

"To save any more friction I think I had better go." He said and left.

Damon scoffed, "friction, you make it sound dirty Stef!"

"Damon." Elena hissed glaring at him from where she sat.

"Sheesh lighten up there little miss hormones, its not my fault Steffy hasn't fulfilled you needs in a while." He started but she slapped him across the face.

"Ooh feisty." He muttered and went back to leaning against the fridge.

Jenna walked in followed by Stefan. She went straight over to Elena and they gushed over her small bump while Stefan glared at his brother.

Damon put his hands up defensively as he walked past his brother towards the lounge.

Stefan sighed and went to lean over the counter towards his fiancée and he supposed aunt in law.

Jenna smiled at him and Elena gasped, her hand flying to her stomach and her eyes going wide.

"What's wrong?" Stefan demanded, reaching to rub her arm anxiously.

She smiled with tears in her eyes, "It kicked."

He breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her forehead, "Don't scare me like that again." He growled.

She laughed and Jenna smiled.

"You'll be great parents."

They smiled a thank you back.

Damon walked back in and leant against the fridge.

"Is Vegas too far away for your bachelor party?" He asked nonchalantly.

Stefan sighed, "I don't want a bachelor party, so yes."

The other brother rolled his eyes, "oh you know the saying Stefan, 'I want doesn't get!'"

And he left with Stefan glaring after him.