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Bonnie's house

"Elena, you have nothing to be worried about, you look absolutely beautiful," Jenna assured her niece as she spun in front of the mirror, checking her hair for the fifth time. She was wearing a beautiful blue butterfly pin, and her hair was worn in soft waves, a white veil covering the main part of her face. She was still wearing her underdress, and the butterflies in her stomach made Elena worry if she was truly looking beautiful or not.

"I don't get why you're so scared," Caroline shrugged as she continued to work on her hair." You've been through so much together. He would marry you even if you were wearing your pyjamas for Christ's sake."

The girls laughed at Caroline's statement, because it was true. What Damon loved her so much for, she still couldn't figure it out but she wasn't complaining. The things he did for her were amazing and the lengths he would travel to do it were crazy. She knew Damon loved her, and that was all that mattered today.

"Come on, I'll help you with the makeup," Bonnie offered, bringing her eyeshadow palette and gently turning Elena's face around. She chose a golden-brown colour, a colour they had agreed on, and patted it lightly on Elena's eyelids. It had a shimmer to it that twinkled and glowed when the right angle of light hit it, it was perfect. She chose a neutral coloured eyeshadow to focus on Elena's brownbone, making it highlighted and defined.

"Eyeliner?" She asked her again, to make sure that she wasn't changing her mind about anything.

"Yeah," She confirmed. "Be careful though, I don't want it to smudge."

"God Elena, calm down," Bonnie grinned, "Do you want me to put a spell on it or something?" She joked, but thought better of it when Elena seemed to ponder the idea. "What am I going to do with you?" She said, hugging her friend tightly.

Elena hugged her back. "Thank you for this, everyone. I honestly don't know what I'd do without any of you. You guys are my lifesavers and my best friends!" She looked around her, "Did Jenna take Cheryl?"

"She's dressing her," Caroline gleamed. "And she looks like a princess already."

Bonnie finished applying Elena's make up and smiled, "Damon will not stop looking at you tonight, Elena."

The Salvatore Boarding House

"Well, I can't say that I ever imagined that I'd wear one of these," Damon motioned at the very formal suit he was wearing. It was a simple black tux with a white vest to go with it. And of course to match the ensemble, he had very expensive Italian leather shoes. It looked perfect on him. He shone like the northern star.

"It suits you, for an old man," Jeremy teased. "Guess my sister really did get under your skin."

"Your sister is an amazing person, Jer," Damon assured him, "And I'm not just saying that because I'm going to make her my wife tonight. I'm saying it because she is truly special."

"I know," Jeremy smiled, "I'm glad that you two settled down now. I want the best for her, and I know that you love her and that you'll take care of her and my niece. And trust me, she'll do the same."

There was a light knock on the door, and Damon looked up, surprised. "I wonder who that might be…"

When he opened the door, however, he was shocked when he found Stefan, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you doing here?" Damon asked coldly. Brother bonds? Save it. Damon didn't want anything to do with Stefan, he made it obvious he wasn't welcomed at the wedding when he didn't send his brother an invitation. What the hell was he doing here now? And how did he find out about the wedding?

"I heard you and Elena are getting married," Stefan said, avoiding his brother's eyes. "I just came here to wish you luck. And I also know about my niece. I'm not here to beg you to forgive me for what I did to Elena, but I just wanted you to know that I've got your back. Everything I did, it was for Katherine, and for Klaus. They blinded me."

He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I came here to tell you that I freed Katherine from being Klaus's hostage. A witch helped me. Apparently, when Klaus died, the spell was easy to break."

"Katherine's back?" Damon asked wearily knowing full well what this meant.

"She's not a threat to you or anyone, Damon," Stefan assured, "She's a completely different person. Being tortured everyday by Klaus apparently changed her."

"Keep her away from us," Damon said sternly. "I still don't want you or that bitch next to my family. Not for now and definitely not without Elena's permission."

"I understand," Stefan nodded, turning away. "Goodluck, Damon."

"Who was it?" Jeremy asked when Damon returned, looking a bit confused.

"No one, just an old friend that stopped by," Damon lied, not wanting to go into great detail about his brother's appearance. He would not let his brother, or anyone screw up his wedding day. Stefan would not ruin his mood. He felt happy, he wanted this marriage, he wanted to be able to call her his wife and share everything with her. He wanted to decorate the house he owned the way she wanted it, making the house 'their house' and not 'his house'. He also wanted to provide his baby girl with everything her heart desired, not that he wasn't doing so already. Elena often teased him and told him that he was worse than a woman because he couldn't see a pretty dress or bow and not buying it for their baby.

"You're spoiling her, you know," Elena would say when they would exit the mall with at least five bags in their hands, in which, of course, there was always something nice for Elena too. "And you keep spoiling me."

"Well, she is my little princess," He would say, and then he would kiss her on the lips. "And I happen to like spoiling my queen too."

"Well you certainly treat us like royalty," Elena would giggle and kiss him and then their daughter.

"And that's because in my eyes, you two are," He would reply.

He finished straightening his suit and glanced at the mirror, sighing contently knowing that his life was going to change.

It was Damon's idea and wish to get married in a church. Elena had told him multiple times that she did not want him to feel uncomfortable, but he told her that he believed that he was given a second chance. He wanted to take advantage of this by marrying into a nice chapel in Mystic Falls. It was adorable how things were, Damon was so in love with his fiancée that he seemed to forget what he was around her. He did everything a human did, everything she did. He even encouraged her to throw a big wedding party, and the reception was booked.

The chapel was decorated with red and pink roses, to symbolize their love and when Damon entered, he took a deep breath. It had been so long since he entered a church. It had been so long since he felt pure, and not damned. Elena's words always filled him with courage when he started to feel like a monster, when he feared that his own daughter would be afraid of him.

"That's my biggest fear, Elena…What if I accidentally turn in front of my daughter? I don't want her to think of me as a monster, or a killer."

"You're not, Damon. You've changed. I wouldn't be here if you didn't," She would always say.

The guests, who were already seated, smiled at him as he thanked them and he went up the aisle, eager to see his bride.

Not more than two minutes later, his bride's limo stopped by the chapel and the soft classic wedding music played in the background. Elena was being escorted by Jeremy, and their little girl was standing in front of her, carrying their two rings, the symbol of their eternal vow. Caroline, Bonnie and Jenna were the bridesmaids; and they threw flowers along the red carpet.

He took her hand in his and rolled up the veil to kiss her.

The pastor mumbled something in Latin, and then it was time for their vows.

"I, Damon Salvatore, take you, Elena Gilbert, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." He slipped the beautiful golden wedding band over her tiny finger.

"I, Elena Gilbert, take you, Damon Salvatore, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." She knew that she'd be the only one that could get sick, but she didn't care. There were a lot of discussions to be made about their future, but right at that moment, she just wanted to live a normal life.

"You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with his blessings. That God has joined, men must not divide. Amen." The pastor finished, "You may now kiss the bride." And he did. Damon kissed her with passion and gentleness. He kissed her to seal their bond, their eternal life together.

"Having fun, Mrs. Salvatore?" Damon came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind.

"Mrs. Salvatore," Elena sung, sighing contently. "What a beautiful sound."

"It is," He said, kissing her lips gently.

"And yes, I am having fun," Elena smiled, "I just went to give a slice of cake to the men. You know how these things work-You have to feed the women, and I have to feed the men."

"Yeah," Damon smirked, "I know, I know. Where is Cheryl?"

"She's with Jenna. She told me she's eating tiny bits of food. Damn, that kid is mature for her age."

"She is," Damon agreed, "Guess she took it from her mother."

"You think I'm mature?" Elena asked.

"Elena, in the past two-hell, almost three-years, you handled a lot more than the average person. Don't tell me that a seventeen year old is not a child, because to me, you were just a little girl when I met you." Damon answered back honestly.

"I guess things change then, huh?" Elena smiled, capturing his lips with her own. "I'm not a little girl anymore…I'll prove it to you tonight." She winked at the last statement, before she shrugged him off. "Come on, there are other girls waiting to be fed by Damon Salvatore."

Within days after their marriage, the dark boarding house turned into a magical place. Damon bought a new bedroom for him and Elena and they started to decorate Cheryl's nursery, buying her toys and suitable furniture. Elena laughed her ass off when she saw Damon wearing a simple white t shirt and shorts, painting the room himself.

"Are you going to help or are you just going to laugh, stand there and look pretty?" He asked her, smiling himself.

"Looking pretty seems okay with me." Elena giggled. Of course, Elena helping him paint the room ended up in them tossing paint at each other instead of actually doing their job. However, within mere seconds, Damon cheated and used his vampire speed and the room was painted bright pink instantly.

Damon also bought a suitable kitchen, since the house didn't offer a 'real 'kitchen at all. He bought all the appliances, utensils…everything they needed and more. The parlour was also decorated with nice vases, books, photos of their family old and new, and small statues.

"It's beautiful," Elena said when they were finally finished. "We turned this to some kind of heaven."

"We did, together," Damon said, picking his daughter and cradling her against his chest. "I have everything I need now, Elena."

3 Months Later

"Mummy Ewayna!" The little girl squealed excitedly, "There is an ice-cweam van, can you pwease get me some?" Cheryl tugged on the hem of Elena's shirt.

"Of course I can, honey," Elena said, picking up her daughter. "What kind do you want?"

"Berry," She said, burying her face in the crook of Elena's neck. "Where's daddy Damie?"

"Daddy Damie is coming, honey," She said, "He's parking the car."

Elena bought her daughter a cup of strawberry ice cream and bought one for herself. She sat on the bench, waiting for her husband as she watched Cheryl play with a boy a few years older than her, and sharing her ice cream with him.

"It's amazing how much she has grown," Damon commented, and she whipped her head around. "Sorry that I startled you," He smirked, sitting next to her, before quietly adding, "Do you think it's true? That she's half-vampire?"

"I don't know," Elena sighed, she had been having that question for too long and she still couldn't figure out an answer. "She doesn't crave blood."

"But she's so mature and a fast learner," Damon finished off. "I guess we just have to wait and see."

"Well, it doesn't matter what or who she is," Elena said, "She's still our daughter and I'll love her just the same."

He cleared his throat and sighed, before changing the subject. "I met Stefan today. He came to sayhi."

"Oh?" Elena asked indifferently.

Damon stroked his wife's hand in understanding. "Don't worry, Elena, I don't really like my brother being here too. I can't just forget what he did to you. But he genuinely wants to apologize and meet Cheryl…I don't know, Elena."

"He's still your brother," Elena said softly. "I am willing to give him a chance if you are. You can tell him to meet us here if you like. And I get to meet my doppelganger, too…Yay!" She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air, her last sentence was a bit sarcastic, though.

"Katherine dyed her hair blonde," Damon smirked, "I won't take her to bed by mistake, don't worry." He teased, but it earned him a smack across the shoulder. His heart squealed realizing how much his wife had a pure heart. She had every right to hate Stefan, but she was willing to give him a chance to live in peace. She truly was an angel.

It was a bit uncomfortable for Elena to see Stefan again after everything that he did to her. But Stefan apologized a hundred times, and he desperately asked her to believe him. The interaction between Katherine and Damon was not much, either. They had been apart for over a hundred years, and Damon held Elena the entire time, assuring her that Katherine meant nothing to him now.

Katherine had asked Elena to let her hold Cheryl for just a minute, and Elena hesitated for a bit but complied when she saw how well Cheryl was interacting with Katherine. Katherine then told her her story and her baby which was taken away from her because she wasn't married. Elena couldn't believe that someone would do something that cruel liketaking their daughter's baby minutes after she was born.

"Katherine wants to adopt a child," Stefan spoke after a while. "I'm considering this a permanent change in my life. I've got my bloodlust under control, and I am more than ready to move on." And at that moment, it dawned on the married couple that Stefan really had changed, hopefully for good.

Damon never thought he'd hear his brother say those words, yet alone Elena. She smiled, looking at her husband and the people around her, realizing how much things change.

How much people change.

She leaned onto Damon, her little princess in her arms, and thanked God that her life was simply perfect.

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