"I'm sorry Damon, but weirder things have happened than a guy getting knocked up!" Bonnie said, "There is a dude in California, and another in Japan. With Emily's spell, how is it so unlikely?"

"Because I'm male," Damon emphasised. "Not a sex-change patient, and I didn't have any bits put it- I'm just sick. Emily's spell must have been to turn a vampire human enough to conceive if female. It just makes no sense."

Bonnie sighed harshly. She glared at Caroline, Jeremy and Elena. "No one has anything to say?" she asked. No one replied, "Well... it's all I've got," she said and sat down. "I've searched high and low, and it's all I've got."

"You have put on some weight, Damon..." Caroline added quietly.

Damon sat up defensively, "I just ate-" he snapped at her. All the human food was making him feel bloated. That was all it was. Damon crossed his arms over his stomach and sank back into the couch. Bonnie was not right. She couldn't be.

"That was an hour ago," Elena said. She paused, frowning slightly, "Maybe... maybe you should take the test. If Bonnie is wrong, then no harm done."

"I gotta say... I'm kinda with the girls on this one Damon. I mean... I know it's unlikely, but... with everything... and you and Tyler do go at it like rabbits -" Damon flushed, "-I mean... the last time a werewolf and a vampire got together, Klaus happened..."

"But there was a female in the equation!" Damon hissed.

"Damon," Elena cut in. "Take the test. Bonnie will prepare the ritual, and we can do a double check. If it's nothing, then it's nothing, and no harm done."

"Except to my manly pride," Damon sniped, trying to sound like he was joking. But he wasn't. He loved Tyler. He really did. He loved him so much is scared him. But he would be lying if he said that giving up the dominant position he'd held in every relationship he'd ever had, and let Tyler have him... knowing that Tyler could, as he had, simply take him, didn't hurt his pride and his confidence. Not so much he couldn't fake it, but it stung deep. Adding to that the loss of his powers... he felt helpless. He was fit for any humanoid creature, but without his vampire strength, he wasn't a match for anyone. He felt weaker now than what he had been as a human. In wolf terms, he was Tyler's bitch. His wife. Or girlfriend as it were. They weren't married. But he was Damon Salvatore dammit, and he was no girl.

Elena handed him a test.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said and took it from her and went up to his room.

He couldn't believe it. Stuff like this didn't happen in real life, he thought as he sat on the bathroom floor, several pregnancy tests littered out on the floor. This was tragic romance novels and shit like that! Damon rubbed his face in frustration.

How was it possible? Oh God, they never used protection. "And whose fault was that...?" Damon muttered dryly, thinking back to their first time.

He didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. It could just not be happening. Guys did not get pregnant. Except him.

Obviously.

What was Tyler going to say? They had been together almost four months. They were at the heart of a supernatural hailstorm. They couldn't be parents! How was a baby to survive in their world? What were they gonna do about Mason? What would they do if someone - Katherine, came after them?

Damon cried, not even bothering to wipe them away. Everything had been so perfect. He couldn't lose Tyler; he loved him so much...

He rubbed his tummy tenderly, feeling it was tender and swollen. At least now he knew why.

He closed his eyes in defeat, more crystal droplets rolling down his cheeks. A baby, a tiny little miracle that would be all his. The only thing - only one - that would be truly his. He couldn't turn his back on such an innocent little life that he had made with his own body.

Ten minutes had passed and Damon glanced looked at the test. The first test had been positive. He'd freaked out, but refused to believe it. Elena had come up as he hadn't come back down for half an hour, and Bonnie had taken some of his blood.

Positive.

It had been yellow. Apparently it was a very simple spell; if negative, his blood added to the mixture would turn clear. If positive, depending how far along he was, a colour; his was yellow, three months.

Damon dropped his head into his hands, tears falling like the autumn rain

Bonnie said she'd do the spell again to confirm the results, but they couldn't all be wrong, could they?

Blindly, he gathered them up and threw them in the trash. What was he going to do? What if Tyler didn't want them? His breath hitched and his tears started flowing again. He couldn't let his baby grow up the way he had; with a father who wanted nothing to do with him.

His baby was going to have loving parents and was not ever going to have to hide in the closet or under the bed because daddy was angry.

He loved Tyler so much it hurt, but there was a little flicker of life inside of him. A tiny hope sparked in his belly, Damon snorted at the corny metaphor, maybe Tyler wouldn't be so adverse to the idea...

They would be a family...a real family.

Damon's heart clenched. Did they even have a chance? With him as a...mom...and Tyler. God...

Rubbing his tears form his eyes he gathered the tests and put them in a plastic bag and pushed them into the cupboard under the sink.

Tyler was just a teenager; eighteen; barely at the beginning of his life. Damon curled up in the corner, thankful he'd had the foresight to instal central heating, and heated floors in the Boarding House.

He hardly noticed the door opening or the rushed steps before he was gathered up in a warm embrace and rocked soothingly.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Tyler asked and held him tightly as he tried to console the violently sobbing vampire.

Damon just shook his head and cried harder, "Please don't leave me..." he pleaded.

Tyler frowned and held the smaller man tighter, "I'm not gonna leave you," he promised, wondering what was going on in his head.

Damon pushed himself away from Tyler, just far enough so he could see him, " - and don't die!" he whispered in a shaky voice.

Tyler pulled him close again and murmured, "God Damon, what happened?"

Damon just shook his head and burrowed into Tyler's chest, trying to sink into him and hide from the rest of the world, his tears flowing freely.

Tyler was mystified. He was also worried. Very worried. He'd come home to Bonnie, Caroline and Elena tidying up after a spell, and Alaric and Jeremy talking quietly on the couch. When he'd gone upstairs, Damon had been sitting on the bathroom floor in tears.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with Damon's tumbled up in his lap, the vampire trembling slightly as he just held on to him.

"Damon?" Bonnie came it. "Hey Tyler."

Damon glanced up, then he burrowed closer to Tyler.

"It was positive," Bonnie said, "Again. I think you two need to talk."

Damon just nodded and watched listened as Bonnie disappeared down the stairs.

"We need to talk about what, Damon?" Tyler asked. "What is wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," Damon whispered. It was surprisingly easy to say. He'd thought he'd stutter, or have to try at least three times, but the worlds flowed out as easily as any other.

But Tyler didn't say anything, and sitting there in the silence was harder than saying it in the first place.

"So..." Tyler said, "The witchy curse thing was valid after all..."

A flood of relief coursed through Damon, "He let out a laugh that sounded ore like a sob, "Seems so..."

"Guess that explains what the doctor wanted..." Tyler muttered.

Damon sat up, "Could you freak out a bit more please?"

Tyler just shook his head, "I'd think... but I'm not." Damon just stared at him ."I think..." Tyler frowned, "My wolf already knew."

"You knew?" Damon peeped.

Tyler snorted at Damon expression, "No, I'm saying that my inner wolf knew something was up." He pulled Damon back into his lap and wrapped both his arms and legs around his lover. He took a deep breath, "Because you smell different," he mumbled. "Like spring and grass...You feel different; you're warm.. and soft; I feel that you're breakable and that fucks up my head because it makes me want to rip out the throat of any poor bastard who touches you."

Damon tipped his head to the side, giving Tyler more space to pepper kisses. He frowned as Tyler's arms became hard around him. "Ty-" he whimpered. He wasn't really one to complain, but Tyler was very strong, and Damon was very breakable at the moment, and "Ow-".

Tyler felt his wolf roar to the surface as Damon's scent penetrated his senses. His eyes flashed gold and his fangs descended form his gums. Before he could stop himself, his lips were attached to Damon's neck, his fangs sinking into the soft warm skin. His senses exploded as blood filled his mouth.

"Tyler-" Damon cried out, clawing at his lover.

Tyler just moaned when his fangs clicked back into place and licked the puncture marks, feeling them knit back together as his tongue massaged the ripped tissue.

Damon gasped for air as the pain faded, leaving him feeling light headed and fuzzy around the edges.

A/N; So Madrigalian is wrapping up! I think there will be a small handful of chapters left; 3-4 chapters, that is, I think. I'm just warning you so you don't feel like you're left hanging. This is the kind of story that could go on forever (the rest of their lives ect) but I think the way its turning out is pretty good.