A/N: Some of you must be wondering how and why I release stories so often. Well the truth is that I'm Damon's vampire mistress and he doesn't let me sleep much *wink*.

Now that we've got that out of the way :P Some of you also asked for more Delena in this story. Don't worry, I eat, sleep and breathe Delena, their parts will pop up here and there. They're scattered all over because this is a long story.

More concentrated Delena-ness are in my one shots. (I hope I make sense…It's 4 am where I am right now)

Your reviews are super encouraging, thank you, thank you, thank you…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story.

Chapter 6

Elena knew Katherine was reckless, but she could barely believe what Bonnie had told her. Threatening Damon with abortion was just beyond Kat's lowest point and Elena thought she'd seen them all. "Oh Kat, what were you thinking?" she asked nobody in particular as she strolled down the street.

Elena shoved her hands deeper in her pocket that cold Friday, quickening her pace towards the cemetery. When she reached the gates, neatly aligned white stones greeted her and she made her way towards her family's plot.

There it was, Kat's grave next to their father's. The soil of her grave still looked fresh compared to their father's but Elena mourned none the less for both loss. She knelt down to place roses on the grave, promising herself that she would not cry, at least not frantically. A drop of tear fell from her eyes and soaked into Katherine's grave and she started;

"Kat…"

Not sure of what to say first, her eyes blurred with unshed tears. After a long paused, her shaky voice broke her own silence;

"I've missed you, so much" Elena took a deep breath and continued to unburden herself.

"I know you must have been afraid and confused, but why didn't you tell me?" Elena tortured herself with unanswered questions but carried on in the hopes of feeling less heart broken when she's done.

"You know I would be there for you, I would have done anything for you, just like you would for me. I just hate that the last thing we've said to each other was about gossips of how Tyler Lockwood was balding…" she laughed and cried simultaneously that it hurts.

She wished her last conversation with her sister was about something meaningful like how much they care for each other. And now it was too late, she will never get the chance to say anything to her ever again.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed me the most Kat. But I will make it up to you, I promise. I will love Adam and take good care of him for you" her tears came streaming down now, pouring out weeks of suppressed emotions.

"He has your spirit. When I miss you, I just spend time with him and things will be better" she smiled down Katherine's grave. An hour later, she finally said her goodbyes and left the cemetery with a lighter but still wounded heart.

Elena tucked Adam into bed that night, feeling emotionally drained. Adam was putting up a fight and refused to sleep without seeing his father's face. Elena rubbed her tired eyes and persistently coaxed him to sleep.

Two hour later Adam fell asleep but not because he was defeated but because he grew tired. Elena knew he will continue his fight the moment he opened his eyes the next morning, demanding to see Damon.

Elena was impressed with how stubborn Adam was, proving more and more that he really was Katherine's son. His enticing blue eyes however, were definitely from Damon. She had never met anyone with that shade of blue eyes in her entire life and she had met plenty of blue eyed people.

A DNA test was not necessary to prove Adam was Damon's son, Elena thought to herself. She wondered for a while how many of Kat's past lovers were short listed with Damon as potential baby daddies. She entertained herself with that thought before switching off the bedside lamp and crawled under her blanket.

She was about to slip into dreamland, when she heard the door opened with a creek. She spun around to find Damon tip toeing into the room. Turning on the lamp back on, she startled him.

"What are you doing here?" she said with a low voice. Damon took off his shoes and quietly placed it aside. Elena watched him slid under the covers next to Adam.

"Tomorrow's Saturday. I want to sleep in with Adam" he whispered before burying his face in Adam's hair that always smelt of baby shampoo.

He missed him, Elena knew. That was understandable since Damon had not seen his son for three days. Confused about where she stood, she nervously asked "should I go?"

"Why? You're already sleeping before I came, so just go back to sleep" Damon said without even opening his eyes. Elena was still skeptical but Damon dozed off almost instantly.

Was this appropriate? What would her mother think? Should she leave anyway or would it be silly of her? Wait, which pajama did she decide to throw on today? Too much question flooded her brain that it started to throb. She was too tired to think and surrendered to the overpowering drowsiness of sleep.

Elena woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Luckily the man and the boy lying next to her were still sleeping, tangled in each other's embrace. Damon possessively wrapped his arm around Adam's small chest while lying on his side; his other arm resting under his head.

Adam's feet sprawled widely on top of Damon, Elena shook her head realizing that only a very small portion of the bed was hers. She was lucky enough not to be kicked off the bed in the middle of the night. She thought they needed a bigger bed and then quickly stopped herself.

Wait, what? Why would she think they need a bigger bed? It's not as if she expected this to happen every night.

"Sweet heart, would you like some pan…" Miranda's voice trailed off the moment she saw the scene in front of her. Elena's eyes widen with panic when she saw her mother froze in confusion at her door way. "No, no…mom, Damon got in late last night and…"

Miranda didn't let Elena finished her sentence, but instead slowly close the door behind her as if she had interrupted something. Elena's jaws dropped and she grunted frustratingly. Her mother was not making things any easier; in fact she made the situation seem worst!

Elena buried her face in her palms, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Who knows what her mother might think happened between them. Damon stirred and stretched minutes later, running his hands through his sexy bed hair. "I smell pancakes…" were his first few words. Elena rolled her eyes, rage seeping out her pores.

"Let's go down stairs now." Elena said authoritively, not wanting to stay in the room any longer and caused her family further misunderstanding. Damon wondered if he was in trouble. "What happened?"

"My mother walked in and saw this…" she pointed her finger back and forth between them. He merely raised an eyebrow, not the slightest worry on his handsome face.

"Well then, I'm sure she also saw this…" he drastically pointed at Adam.

"Let's just go please" Elena stood up, wrapping herself with her robe, and tightening the belt furiously.

It was way too early in the morning to argue so Damon obeyed, thinking he could continue his sleep after breakfast. He had not eaten dinner the night before resulting in him waking up to the sweet aroma of pancakes this morning.

He strides down the stairs nonchalantly while Elena felt like she was doing the walk of shame. Despite their effort, Elena knew her mom had shared her discovery with Bonnie and Jeremy and they lamely pretend to act normal around the table.

She was suddenly angry at Damon for not even trying to rearranging his distorted shirt or combing his crazy bed hair.

"Morning…" Damon greeted them and sat down next to Jeremy who was exchanging looks with Bonnie. They acted strange, he noticed and maybe Elena was right about Miranda's misinterpretation of them sharing a bed.

He watched Elena poured herself a cup of tea, giving her mother a faint smile. What an awkward breakfast, he can never enjoy his food in this type of atmosphere, Damon thought. It was ridiculous especially when they were all practically family.

Damon was never good at telling white lies or underlining his talk with a second meaning, so he decided that honesty was the way to go. Honesty is always accurate, clear and impossible to misinterpret, he was determined to break the ice.

"So Miranda…." He casually said, loading pancakes on his plate.

"… I slept with Elena and Adam last night, in case you were wondering…" flashing an honest smile.

Elena almost spat out her tea, coughing instead when she chocked on it. This was his idea of breaking the tension? Her eyes started burning through Damon's cocky face but when Miranda simply replied 'okay' and continued eating, the atmosphere was suddenly back to normal.

"She snores pretty badly right?" Jeremy pretended to whisper to Damon but intended on everyone to hear him and they all laughed. Even though she was their subject of mockery, Elena was just happy things were not weird with her family.

More coming up soon, (sooner than you might think). Hope you enjoyed reading this, thank you so much.