A/N: Feeling so much better! Thanks to all that reviewed last chapter, you guys are great.

With each jagged turn the car made, with each mile he drove, his heart tore.

How could she?

Damon had left in a raging heat, gathering what limited paraphernalia he could, throwing it into the backseat of his blushing red Camaro before speeding away. Away from Elena, and unbeknownst to him, his child.

Saltzman Residence

Her legs were folded beneath herself as she sat on the couch in the large living room; the pacing figures around her were lost in thought.

"Alright, when you think of Damon, which place do you see?" Alaric asked, placing his coffee mug on the table.

Caroline sighed, "Mystic Falls."

Bonnie chuckled nervously, "I don't like to think of Damon." She glanced over to Jeremy, who was shaking his head in amusement.

He looked up to Alaric, "I can see him with four girls at each side of him, walking into a casino." Bonnie's foot jutted forward to jab him in the shin, resulting in her receiving a solid glare.

Elena wrung her hands worriedly, "I can't think straight." Her head lightly shook, eyes locked with the table.

Alaric sighed, "Well, this is going nowhere," He quietly sat down in the closest chair, a hand caressing his chin.

Moments of silence passed before Alaric pressed, "I believe Jeremy might be the only realistic guess we have." He stood suddenly, walking towards the side of the staircase. His hand pressed firmly onto the corner of a seemingly piece of the wall. Just as Caroline was about to question what he was doing, the piece of wall slowly creaked open, revealing a small storage compartment.

Alaric glanced over his shoulder to the flabbergasted teens, "I have my secrets, too." His head disappeared into the cubby for moments.

In those few moments, Bonnie looked towards Jeremy, twirling her finger next to her temple and mouthing, 'He's crazy.' Elena stayed just as she was minutes before, staring at the ground beneath her feet. Caroline tried to peek over Alaric's shoulder, too curious to wait.

When his head reappeared, two bags were in his hands. His feet ventured on towards the group, Caroline following behind him, trying to peek into the bags.

"What's in there?" She asked, her eyebrows scrunched in determination to find out.

Alaric sighed, "Car, stand over there." He pointed to the couch that Elena was partially occupying. She obeyed, taking a seat next to the dazed brunette.

Alaric zippered the black bags open and spilled the paraphernalia placed inside onto the glass table, careful not to spill his coffee. The entire group's eyes widened as the skimmed over the piles of cash and flight tickets.

Jeremy immediately jumped up, "Rick, where did you get all of this?" He narrowed his dark eyes suspiciously.

Alaric's hands shot up in the air defensively, "I swear on my mother's grave that I did not steal it," He smirked, "After Isobel and I tied the knot, I stashed a few bags of cash for emergencies. After I became guardian of you and Elena, I bought a few flight tickets, just in case." His smile grew before he gave a wink to the astonished teens. Elena still stared down at the ground.

Bonnie sighed before tapping her shoulder, "We really need you to focus." Elena snapped her head up, her eyes landing on the cash.

"What is this for?" Her soft hands brushed against the monies.

Jeremy's eyes widened in realization, "We're going to Vegas?"

Alaric's eyes passed from teen to teen before he nodded, "And you're all going."

Las Vegas- Mandalay Bay Hotel

The flashing lights were merely flashlights that guided him to the hotel of his choice. The dark sunglasses, seemingly a barrier against the world, were quietly pulled down as he pulled up to the valet booth.

"Please leave the keys in the car, sir. Thank you." The cheerful blonde behind the desk smiled, skimming his body up and down as he stepped away from the Camaro.

"Take good care of him." He pulled his sunglasses down a little further to give a flirtatious wink, and then pulled the sunglasses back up, venturing on towards the hotel.

The blonde giggled before setting off to work on parking the car.

(-)

The bedroom was about the size of the boarding house living room. Making keen observations of the room was a part of his agenda that day as he skimmed through each individual room. The grand bathroom had a large Jacuzzi in the far corner, nearly fifty feet long. The shower was exquisite, nearly ten feet smaller than the Jacuzzi.

But the highlight of his night was testing out the bed. No not in that way, dirty mind.

His back rested into the silk sheets, savoring the moment as his eyelids fluttered shut. All worries flew out the room in that one moment of Damon's heaven.

Flight 241- Flying Over Missouri

Bonnie glanced over to the sleeping Elena whose head was rested against the glass of the airplane window. She glanced back to Jeremy who held his hand out, expectantly.

She sighed before reaching into her duffle bag and grabbed her laptop, "Be quick." She hissed.

Jeremy nodded numbly before flipping the laptop open and pressing the power button. Moments later, he was on the Web, the cursor flashing in the search bar.

He glanced over his shoulder to the pair behind him, "Psst!"

Matt, who had been dragged into the mess, glanced up from his book, nudging Caroline awake.

"What?" She hissed back, rubbing her eyes.

Jeremy gulped suddenly, before he cleared his throat, "Did any of you see how Elena's been acting lately?"

All three tilted their heads, lost. He sighed, "She's been throwing up lately," He frowned, "And don't even get me started on the weird late-night cravings for pickles." Bonnie sighed in understanding, remembering the night that Elena had called her.

Flashback…

Her dreams became fuzzy as she was drawn away by the constant ringing beneath her pillow. With a grunt, she reached under her pillow and pulled her phone out.

"What?" She groaned, eyes still closed.

"Bonnie, it's an emergency." A hectic voice called through.

Immediately, her body jolted forward, "What's wrong?"

"I need pickles." Elena was on the verge of tearing.

"You're kidding me, right?" She huffed angrily, "It's three thirty in the fucking morning."

Elena sighed, "I will die if I do not have those pickles."

Bonnie groaned before tearing the sheets off of her.

End of Flashback

Bonnie shook the memory from her head, "Yeah, but what does it mean?"

Caroline gasped in realization as the puzzle pieces were put into place, "No, she can't." She shook her head feverishly. Matt glanced over to her, very confused at that point in time.

"Can someone care to explain what you guys are talking about?" Matt asked, shutting the book.

Jeremy gripped the corner of the laptop before flipping it around to show all three of them.

The entire group gasped.

"Impossible."

"Nope, not happening."

"I knew it!"

A/N: A lot of humor and fluff. Tell me if your ideas for this story and if you like the idea of Matt being added. Tyler will make an appearance later on.

VERY IMPORTANT:

Should I have Damon cheat? Just once?

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