RANDOM WORD: PICTURE
Life had a funny way of making sure it kept him on his toes. Who would ever have guessed Damon Salvatore could settle into such a happy existence?
"Bonnie? Honey?" He entered their home on the outskirts of Mystic Falls and listened for his wife's response. He bound up the stairs two at a time and checked all the usual places. Not finding her he headed into the kitchen. He could smell dinner in the oven. Lasagna. His mother's recipe he had taught her years ago when they first started dating. He loved that she took such pride in his, well, now there, family traditions.
He dialed her cell phone, but heard it ringing from somewhere in the living room. Where could she be? The high pitched screech that emanated from their back yard caused him to smile. He opened the back door and stepped onto their deck.
Watching he was fascinated in this amazing moment being shared with his wife and his son. His first born son, Luca Salvatore was in a giant pile of leaves his mother,
Bonnie Bennett, now Salvatore, had bewitched to twirl around him and tickle his face. He squealed with delight and slapped his small chubby hands over his eyes and giggled at the mischievous leaves.
"What are you doing my beautiful boy? Are you hiding?" Bonnie's voice teased.
Damon had never been more in love with Bonnie than he was at that moment.
"Come on Handsome," she hoisted the chubby faced baby up from the leaves which fell lifeless to the grass. "Your father will be home soon. Let's get you washed up and ready to be fed." She turned and saw Damon on the porch watching them and smiled.
Thank God he had a photographic memory because he wanted that image of the setting sun and the fire colored leaves framing his wife and baby boy ingrained in him until he no longer walked the Earth.
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