A/N: From now on I'll be doing this system of updating Puzzled Hearts one day and this story the next, so I will be updating Puzzled Hearts tomorrow and not today. And this story will not be updated tomorrow but on Saturday. I know, it just got confusing for me too.
I now proudly present chapter three of Lover Come Back.
"Can you just pick me up?" Elena leaned back further into her seat, "No questions asked. It's been a rough day," She rolled her eyes at Caroline's response, "Thank you, Caroline."
Damon's head was turned towards the window, his hand curled up into a fist, pressed firmly against his lips as he stifled a laugh. Since the beginning of the phone call when Elena gave a complete lie to Caroline, he had to stifle multiple laughs. And now, it was reaching the climax; he could feel it preparing to slip out.
Her eyes traveled across the airport's rental car station. The yellow blurs of taxis flooded her sight as she began to prowl her eyes around the lot, searching for Caroline's car. It was no use; Caroline had mentioned during the phone call that she would take another thirty minutes to arrive at the airport. Then there's the hectic journey of getting to the rental car station, which tacks on a good twenty minutes.
The sighs emerging from Elena's thin lips were beginning to bring down the spirits of Damon as slowly ripped his attention away from the window. His body shifted to face her. Just the sight of her face brought back the memory of her phone call and, before he could stop anything, a chuckle leaped out.
Her eyes snapped to him, his face now looking towards the parking lot, "What's so funny?" She slightly demanded, her entire body shifted on the bench.
Nice one, Salvatore.
He cleared his throat, seemingly of the laughs as well as his tone became firm and collected, "I didn't laugh."
She rolled her eyes, "Fine, what are you chuckling about?"
The witty sparks in his brain immediately set into action, listing excuse after excuse.
Seducing Tactic.
He leaned in, dangerously close. The brush of his skin against her cheek sent immediate shivers shooting up her spin. He smirked at her reaction and whispered hoarsely, "I wasn't chuckling."
She huffed before whacking him on the shoulder, in which he pulled back and began to chuckle lightly, "See, this is me chuckling."
A frown was carved deeply into her features for the next half hour.
Elena's Point of View
My breaths were jagged with each second that ticked by. My original plan of the annulment was slowly being jerked apart with each second that I was in his perimeter.
Damon Salvatore was slowly creeping into my heart and capturing it with his broad net of wicked charm. My heart beat began to slow down mildly when the familiar sight of Caroline's car rolled into view. With a sigh, I stood up and walked towards the edge of the sidewalk.
I was waving my hands like a maniac, trying desperately to get her attention. Caroline must have been in her own world, for she could not see me, waving my hands high in the air, in broad daylight. Her car turned jaggedly to the left, heading towards the main entrance for the airport. With a sigh, I jogged down the sidewalk, my eyes locked on the back of Caroline's car.
Once her car came to a halt, I dashed across the lively parking lot, just making it to her car in time to tap on her window rapidly low. She almost jumped from her skin before she rolled down her window.
"Elena! You scared me half to death." She placed a hand over her un-beating heart.
I sighed, "You're already dead, Car." I walked over to the passenger's door where I tapped on the window again, signaling her to unlock the door. I watched as the pull-up lock popped up; I whipped open the door, feeling the cool conditioning breeze against my face. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, trying to enjoy the feeling of the cool breeze.
I was soon interrupted, "Mind if I tag along?"
My eyes popped open and floated towards the back of the car where the ruffled, raven-haired Damon casually leaned against, a smirk evident on his face.
I crossed my arms, "N-"
Caroline stuck her head out, "Sure, hop in." Damon smiled before pushing past me and sitting in the passenger's seat. Huffing, I made my way into the back seat where I buckled in.
Caroline smiled towards him in which he ignored altogether; looking over his shoulder towards me, he smiled wickedly. His feet leapt out of the car and slid into the seat directly next to me.
"Hello, kitten." He placed a hand on my thigh, in which I tried desperately to pry off. Caroline watched, eyebrows raised, in the rearview mirror as the engine roared to life.
"Ugh." No matter how hard I tried to pry his hand away from my thigh, his hand seemed to be cemented there, never to be moved. With a giant huff, I gave up and looked out the window to my left.
Don't think of him. Don't think of him.
I sighed heavily.
You're thinking of him already.
(-) (Caroline's Point of View)
The hour-long drive to Mystic Falls seemed to last merely minutes as we were soon near the boarding house. The crunching of gravel beneath the Michelin tires were somewhat soothing, just as it always was whenever I had the privilege of driving to the boarding house.
The car came to a halt, the car parked directly in front of the house. The gloomy shadow of the home lurked over the car, casting out any sunshine that was heating up the small town. With a small sigh, I looked over my shoulder. Sure enough, Damon's hand was still clasped to Elena's thigh, smirking like a devil, as Elena looked out the window, trying her best to ignore him. It must not have been working because it seemed that every other minute she was glancing over to him.
The sunshine finally peeked over the tip of the dark house, causing a blinding sparkle to reflect off of her hand. I shielded my eyes by putting my hand above my eyebrows as I searched her hand to find the source.
There it was. The diamond ring placed neatly on her ring finger.
I gasped, "Elena!"
She snapped her head over to me, confused. Her eyes traveled down the trail to her hand, "Oh." Her mouth was stuck in an 'o' as she tried to figure out how to explain.
Damon cleared his throat, "I think I'm going to…" His hand was reaching for the handle to the door, "Yeah."
I snapped my glare towards Damon, "Don't you dare step a foot out of this car. If she can't explain, then you will."
He froze at the words and slumped back into the seat. I waited minutes for an explanation, glancing back and forth between the two, "Well?" My eyes stopped on Damon, "Explain."
He cleared his throat once more, "Well, we got drunk, went to L.A., got married, and came home," He paused, as if thinking, "That's pretty much it." He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
My face was lit with red, "What the hell Damon!" I smacked him up the right side of his head, sending his entire head towards the window.
His lips curled down into the 'Damon pout', "That hurt, Caroline." I glared daggers at him before the sudden sound of the door being whipped open filled the car. My eyes ventured over to where Elena was sat to find an utterly empty seat.
"Elena!" I jumped out of the car, my sensitive senses picking up something horrid. There before me was the brunette, the doppelganger, seemingly regurgitating everything that was in her system out onto the ground near the bushes of the boarding house.
I began to leap forward to help my dear friend when my future spot was filled in by a raven-haired figure. Damon. His hand was on her back, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. I stood back in awe, completely taken aback by the picture before me.
In all the years that I have known Damon, I pictured him doing something like this. He was always the sadistic, sarcastic, evil, womanizing Salvatore.
(No one's Point of View)
As soon as the color returned to Elena's face, Damon swept her up into his arms and sped into his room. The angel-soft, Egyptian sheets cuddled her entire body as he gently laid her down on the bed, making sure that he wouldn't trigger another session of regurgitation.
His legs were tucked under as he sat at the foot of the bed, watching over her like an overly-protective father. [A/N: *wink*]
Her eyes fluttered open after she had managed to keep her head from spinning, "I must have caught something in Los Angeles." Damon nodded, lightly drawing various shapes on her ankle.
She lightly pulled herself up onto her elbows, "Where's Caroline?"
He jerked his gaze up to meet her's, "She drove home as soon as I brought you upstairs." Elena frowned, for she had wanted so badly to talk to someone other than Damon that day.
"Can you drive me home?" She suddenly asked after sliding off the bed.
Damon straightened his back, "Why? You don't want to spend the day with your hubbie?" He smirked as the scowl on Elena's face grew immeasurably so.
"Shut up, Damon." She threw the pillow towards him and began to descend down the stairs.
The smirk on his face slowly grew to a smile as he used his unfair advantage of vampire speed to get to the car, resulting in a frown to be carved into Elena's delicate features.
"Not fair." She lightly whispered as she slipped into the back seat of his beat-up Camaro.
He looked over his shoulder once was situated in his seat, "Ugh, the passenger's seat is right there." He pointed his finger directly to the empty passenger's seat.
Elena snickered, "As I stated before, I will not sit in a seat with no door." Her arms were crossed firmly against her chest.
He shrugged his shoulders before starting the car and driving off towards the Gilbert residence.
(-)
After regurgitating her dinner, Elena's face was completely pale. Her arms draped across her stomach as she groaned, "I must've picked up a bug," She sighed, "Never going to Los Angeles again."
A/N: This chapter wasn't exactly how I planned it, but I managed to fit the pregnancy in there.
Next Chapter:
The go to visit 'the little teacher who loves is alcohol'. Elena starts to feel strongly about the annulment after she catches Damon eyeing up another woman at the Mystic Grill. Bad Damon!
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