A/N: Sorry I took forever to update!

Previously in Lover Come Back…

Suddenly, there was a small scraping noise. Glancing down, he saw that it was a folded piece of paper. With curiosity set in mind, Damon bent over to pick it up. The pads of his fingers lightly caressed the smooth surface as he held it in his hands, yearning to open it.

The note read,

First Ultrasound:

Elena Gilbert

Approx. 5 weeks pregnant

Sex (of the child): Unknown

Ultrasound appointment: June 15

Location: Las Vegas General Hospital

Jeremy's eyes lightly fluttered open to the semi-lit room. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out where he was.

"What year is it?"

"2010."

Damon sadly looked down, putting his face into his hands, "Jeremy," He paused, trying to figure out how to put it gently, "It's 2012."

"All of it taught me something; what it would take for me to be the best man in your life," Damon paused, resting his hand against her small baby bump and his other hand entwined with hers, "as well as a better father to our child."

Chapter 14: The Ugly Truth

Elena's eyes grew wide, "I-I…" She thought long and hard, fluttering her eyes shut, "I love you."

The smirk evident on Damon's angel-crafted lips grew immeasurably so, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you with every ounce of my heart."

You're getting soft, Salvatore.

The nurse stepped out of the room, clicking the door shut. She smiled sweetly towards Bonnie who was currently filling out paperwork.

"He's all packed and ready to go." She drawled in a sweet, Southern accent.

It was at this time that Bonnie received a well look at the nurse whose salty-white hair was clumsily pulled back into a bun, the large, gold-rimmed glasses far down on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were weathered, yet still had a glint of exhilaration present.

Bonnie sighed, for the nurse who looked like she had been through years of this profession, looked more put together than herself. Glancing over to the mirror on the far wall, she cringed at the sight. The strands of her hair were jutting out in every direction possible; her shirt was stained with the mascara that had seeped from her eyes.

Blagh.

The nurse chuckled before walking down the hall to assist with a surgery after being called by a fellow nurse, leaving Bonnie to ridicule her reflection as she finished up the last of the paperwork.

The wheelchair was unnecessary, but Bonnie had a moment of pure panic when she caught sight of Jeremy struggling to walk away from the hospital bed. She listed many reasons as to explain to him, trying to slither her way around the common explanation, which made more sense, that he was too weak. She knew that Jeremy hated being called feeble, especially by a female; his self-esteem would have plummeted.

The wheelchair's wheels were squeaking slightly as she wheeled him up to the passenger door. Her hand reached for the handle on the door, only to be pulled away by Jeremy's eager hands.

She shot her glance down to him, seeing him utterly determined to do this by himself. Bonnie nodded, stepping back a few steps. She watched as he carefully pulled open the door and had begun to stand up from the wheelchair. She immediately lunged forward, prepared to catch him. Jeremy lightly glared towards her, his lips pursed.

"I can do this, Bonnie. I'm not that weak." He winced at the word. Carefully, he slid into the passenger's seat, watching Bonnie from the window.

She struggled putting the wheelchair into the car, Jeremy stifling multiple laughs as he watched her shove and push the wheelchair in every angle. She had even resorted to pushing with her back as she pressed her feet against the near lamp post. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him masking the laughs.

Feeling utterly defeated, she quickly rolled the wheelchair back into the hospital. Once Bonnie returned to the car and was safe in her seat, she said with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "If you hadn't just come out of the hospital, I would be putting you back into one."

The car ride to the hotel was dead silent.

Upon arrival at the hotel room, Jeremy struggled to remember where his room was located. "It's like my mind is keeping certain memories from me." He stated as he strolled through the room, his fingertips grazing the surface of each counter.

Bonnie sighed before lightly resting her hand on his forearm, "Jer," He turned his head towards her, "Do you want me to show you your room?" He smiled before gratefully nodding.

Their feet shuffled down the small hall in the suite, Bonnie walking behind Jeremy in case he tumbled. His palm was pressed flatly against the wooden door to his room, hesitation brimming him. Inhaling sharply, he pushed the door open. The curtains on the window were flowing with the light breeze. As the wind brushed over him, he shut his eyes, letting the memories flow over him.

One foot inside and one out, he wanted to stay put, to not wreck the moment. But that was too much waiting for Bonnie, "Go on." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes fluttered open before he ventured to the bed.

"What do you remember?" Bonnie's head was rested upon her folded hands, her legs cascading over the side of the bed.

Jeremy's eyes were shut once more, trying to dig up the lost memories. He sighed, "Not much," Feeling defeated, he opened his eyes to glance towards her, "Tell me, why was I in the hospital?"

Reality came crashing down on her with the one, innocent question. She gulped, "You're head was cracked o-open."

Jeremy rolled his doe-brown eyes, "Thank you for stating the obvious," He playfully poked her shoulder, earning him a smile, "And how did I crack my head open?"

She rolled onto her side as to stare directly into his eyes, "The truth?"

"The truth." He confirmed.

She bit her tongue before choking out, "Damon forcefully dropped you to the ground."

The thuds awoke Elena with a start. Glancing over her shoulder to the raven-haired love-of-her-life, her finger lightly tapped his arm.

His eyes immediately shot open, "What's wrong?"

She smiled at his wariness before whispering, "I think someone is in Jeremy's suite." Damon strained his ears to listen carefully. The two nearly jumped from their skin by the sudden shouts.

"She's what?"

Elena pulled the covers over her head, "Is that Jeremy?" Damon nodded numbly, not realizing that she couldn't see him. She gulped, "Didn't you explain to him about me being pregnant?"

He nodded again before tilting his head to the side, "I told him when he woke up." The sudden realization that he was suffering from a severe case of amnesia dawned upon him. Sliding under the covers to peck her on the cheek, he whispered, "Be right back, kitten." And with that, Damon sped to the source of the sound, finding a feuding Jeremy pacing the floor with a saddened Bonnie whose face was in her hands.

He rapped his knuckles on the open door, feeling that he would be intruding since it was not his room. Jeremy shot his glare towards him, "What?"

He shrugged his shoulders, taking a step into the room, "What's with the anger, Hulk?" Bonnie glanced up with a 'this-is-not-the-time-to-be-joking' look.

Jeremy took a step forward, his eyebrows scrunched together, "Oh, you know, just the fact that some prick got my sister pregnant."

Damon frowned, glancing back and forth between the two before him, "You don't know who got her pregnant, do you?" Jeremy had a grim frown plastered to her curved lips as he shook her head.

He crossed his arms as the silence thickened, "Well, who is it?"

Damon inhaled sharply before taking a step back, fully expecting a blow to the jaw once more, "It's me."

(Elena's Point of View)

"You should really put ice on that." I purred, grazing my fingers over the forming bruise near his cheekbone.

He lightly scowled before tugging away, "That's what healing is for, Elena." I winced, for he almost never uses my full name unless he's either angry, horny, or thirsty. Or worse yet, all three. My eyebrows furrowed before I flipped onto my left side away from him, trying to take a small nap.

But before I could get a sliver of sleep, the sudden thudding jolted my eyes open. Damon clearly felt my entire body tense, for his arms wrapped around me, flipping me back towards him.

"What's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you in any pain?" The questions poured from his lips as his eyes widened.

Shaking my head, I asked, "Can you hear the baby's heartbeat?"

He tilted his head until his gaze dropped to my hands which were placed on my stomach. Glancing back up to me, he didn't speak a word until he slid down the mattress, softly removing my hands so he could listen better. Moments passed, and I could feel the small knots forming in my back. I was tired and slightly agitated from waiting. Unbeknownst to me, he was savoring the sound of his baby's heartbeat.

Feeling ignored, I poked his shoulder, not caring if he was having a fatherly moment. His blue eyes glanced up to mine, making me immediately gasp. It was the first time since God-knows-when that I've seen him shed tears, in front of me.

All of a sudden, he used his unfair advantage of speed to lay his head back on the pillow within milliseconds, staring deeply into my eyes as his forehead rested against mine.

The words seemed to be from the heart which must have been warming up to the idea of being a father, "I love you, for if you ever leave, I will miss you like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence would banish me to. My love, I will be forever yours." As I was recuperating from the Love Lala Land, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, bringing me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The moonlight poured down on us as we swiftly removed each others articles of clothing; tearing and ripping was the preferred method that night.

The morning quickly came and went in a breeze as the two ventured about the hotel room with their everyday activities. Of course, Elena was more in a different world for not living there, but Damon kept her on the right tracks by giving her easy tasks that involved zero lifting and no hard labor.

"Aiden." She sang as she walked into the office that Damon was currently filling out various paperwork. Elena wondered why he was doing paperwork in Las Vegas, but yet again, he was Damon Salvatore; he could do anything and still have a cool persona.

He glanced up, flashing a greeting smile, "Aiden?" He directed his gaze back to the papers.

She flopped into the closest chair, "Yes, Aiden. I went to the nursery in the hospital, and this nurse let me hold the most adorable baby boy there. His name was,"

Damon cut her off, "Aiden." He glanced up to flash a crooked smirk.

Elena nodded before tasting a name out, "How do you like Aiden Salvatore?"

He immediately jumped to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk, "What's wrong with Damon Junior?"

A/N: Reminder: Even though Matt is not mentioned in this chapter, everyone is in the hotel suite, sleeping. I have edited the previous chapter as well.
Next Chapter:

Caroline and Tyler continue talking about their future and adopting a baby.

Damon defends his 'Damon Jr.' name in which Elena refuses to name their child

Alaric takes a still-feuding Jeremy out for a drink where secrets are told

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