AN: Hi, everyone! First, sorry for the late update! Second, sorry for the length of this chapter. I felt this was a good place to end it and really wanted to get one out to you guys! I've some plans for the next one! Hope you like it! Thanks!

~*Four*~

Two Weeks Later

Elena's stomach grew with anxiety as she walked toward the bus stop. She was on her way to Damon's house for their rain check date. He invited her over to cook her an italian meal, and when she asked the occasion, he told her that his family is italian. So here she sat on the bus. She didn't want to make conversation with him nor Caroline and Bonnie, so he told each of them that she had gotten a ride from the other. As she approached the bus stop, she saw along the horizon the silhouette of the bus as it inched closer. As she sat on the bench due to her feet aching, she watched as the bus pulled up in front of her. As the doors swung open, she got to her feet and waited aside for the current passengers to descend. When a young woman emerged from the bus carrying a baby seat, Elena looked down at the small and delicate face. She wondered what her baby would look like. She had no idea who the father is, so she didn't know anything about how her baby would look come nine months. As the last members exited the bus, Elena made her way up the stairs and scanned her city bus pass and made her way down the aisle.

Choosing one row from the back, Elena settled on the window seat as she waited for the bus to start. Today was the day. Today was the day that she was planning on telling Damon that she was pregnant. That was already a conversation stopper. But how does one go about telling their sort of romantic interest that they are pregnant with some stranger's baby?

Elena stared her reflection in the face as she stood in Damon's bathroom. She was wrecked with nerves. How the hell was she going to tell Damon? God, she'd been stupid. She shouldn't have come. It's going to ruin everything. Better she ruin it before he was able to.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated against the porcelain sink, and Elena reached for it, checking the new message.

Caroline: How's it going?

Immediately, Elena responded with a simple text.

I'm freaking out. I can't do this.

A new message appeared within seconds.

Caroline: You didn't tell him yet?!

Elena replied within seconds.

No, that's why I'm freaking out.

Instead of receiving a new message, Elena felt her phone vibrate repeatedly, and she knew that Caroline was calling her. If she answered, there was a chance that Damon might overhear her conversation. But if she didn't then Caroline would continue until she answered. So Elena sighed as she pressed 'answer'.

"What?" she hissed.

"What do you mean, what?" Caroline asked over the phone. "I'm calling you to pep talk you into telling Damon the truth."

"Thanks, but I don't think that will help." Elena admitted. This was much more complicated than Caroline or Bonnie understood.

"Listen," Caroline sighed. "Damon really likes you. You wouldn't be there, eating a meal he cooked for you if he didn't. So just take a breather and remember that if you get yourself worked up too much, it won't come out the way you want it to."

When the line cut dead, Elena was both relieved and shocked that Caroline had cut her off.

There was no time to dwell. As Elena fiddled with her brown locks, she recited what she had decided on telling Damon. When she heard him call her, Elena took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

"God, this is amazing," Elena said as she took a spoonful of Damon's homemade Fettuccine.

"I can tell," Damon smirked, "You've eaten two plates. I never knew you had such an appetite."

As Elena digested Damon's words, she frowned. She had never had such an appetite.

Until now.

She was now nervous once more as the unspoken words flew into the air.

Get it over with! Her mind shouted. Rip the bandaid off!

"Listen, Damon-"

"Hey, wait," Damon said as he held a hand up. Elena couldn't deny the feeling of relief and disappointment sweeping through her. She just wanted to get it over with, but as he stalled her, she was relieved that she had a few more minutes of happiness.

As a slow, ballad crooned in the atmosphere, Elena looked up to see Damon's outstretched hand.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked, smiling warmly at her.

Without hesitance, Elena nodded as she took his hand. Damon led her over to the empty space near the radio, and when he splayed one of his arms around her back, Elena took his held up hand in hers as they slowly circled around each other.

They danced around the floor for what seemed like decades, and Elena couldn't deny the fact that Damon's closeness compelled her to calmness. She had forgotten entirely of anything but them, together in time with the music.

When she looked up to assess his face, it was nearing her, and she had no time to prepare for the feel of his lips on hers. It was not soft and sweet like when he had kissed her three weeks ago. It was much more passionate, filled with unexplored emotions and desire.

As his lips molded against hers, Elena felt her stomach tingling with want as she felt him all over her. His hands now found their way to her waist, pulling her to him. When she felt his body against hers, Elena moaned in response. God, she was horny. Why was she horny?

"Damon," Elena breathed as he ran his hands against her back.

"Shh," he muttered against her lips, and when he picked her up by the waist, Elena immediately responded as she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he set her on top of a nearby table, Elena gasped as she felt his lips on her exposed breasts.

When he reached for the zipper against her shirt, Elena pushed him up, causing him to look down at her in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He breathed, lust in his eyes.

"We can't," Elena said, and Damon nodded, his eyes a hooded gaze.

"As he slowly placed a kiss against her lips, Elena threw caution at the wind as she once again wrapped her legs around Damon's waist, giving him permission. He didn't hesitate to unzip her shirt with the speed of a cheetah. Her ruffled skirt was now being taken off by him, and once Elena was exposed, Damon began to undress himself.

As Elena sat there waiting, Damon eyed her with such desire and lust that she was sure she would explode the second he touched her again.

When Damon climbed on top of the table, Elena shifted against the surface to position herself more comfortably. And Damon didn't hesitate to enter her.

"Oh, god!" Elena cried out in pleasure.

"Are you alright?" Damon asked, and Elena nodded. Damon resumed his motions, and when Elena felt her back sliding against the surface, she gripped the edges so hard that her nails began to cut into the wood. God, she was close.

"One more," Elena breathed, and as Damon entered her swiftly one last time, Elena cried out as her release slammed into her. When Damon collapsed on top of her Elena's breathing slowed to a stop as she thought about what they'd just done.

And she knew that she had to tell Damon.

"Good God, woman," Damon breathed as he lay on top of her. Elena smiled lightly, her guilt now pooling over her. She patted him lightly on the shoulder, and when he was standing, she sat up to face him.

"Listen, Damon," She swallowed. "There's something that you really need to know."

As Damon eyed her warily, she took a deep breath. This was it.

"I-"

Or not.

As her stomach flopped backwards, she ran over toward the kitchen sink and poured her dinner into the bowl. Once she was convinced that the wave had passed, she took the sprayer that was connected to the sink and rinsed her mouth.

"Elena?"

As she finished rinsing her mouth, she took a nearby towel and wiped her mouth against it. As she turned back to Damon, he eyed her with concern. Surely he thought that she was ill. He probably was worried that she was contagious.

"What's wrong?" he asked so quietly, and Elena blinked.

Do it.

"I'm pregnant."

As Damon regarded her as if she'd said that the Earth has eight moons, Elena felt a huge weight lift off of her shoulders.

"What do you mean, you're pregnant?" Damon scoffed in disbelief. "You can't be pregnant. We just had sex."

Elena nodded.

He was in shock.

"I know," she said slowly. "But I-I've been pregnant for a few weeks,"

Damon blinked as he regarded Elena. "But we didn't-"

"No, I know that we didn't," she nodded. "That's what I'm trying to say. I found out a couple of weeks ago. And-"

"And what?"

"And I have no idea who the father is, or how this happened," she said as she turned away. She couldn't stand to see the look on his face. It made her feel like she should just run out of their with her dignity while she still could.

"God, please say something," Elena pleaded as she forced herself to look up. He needed to say something to make her feel like she wasn't out of her mind for continuing their relationship after finding out about the pregnancy. If he didn't say anything, then she'd take herself elsewhere. And she really didn't want it to come to that.

"What do you want me to say?" Damon asked nonchalantly. Elena knew where this was going. He was hiding his anger. He was obviously angry. What guy in his situation wouldn't be?

"Nothing," She shook her head.. "I'll give you some time."

As Elena gathered her things, Damon said nothing. When she walked out of the door, Damon said nothing.

No matter how hard she tried, Elena still couldn't forget the other night as she sat in her living room watching some reality show that she didn't even care about. All she could think about was her conversation with Damon as it played in her mind like a broken record. She hadn't heard a word out of him since the other night. How was he taking it? Was he even thinking about it, let alone her? Did he completely forget about her and move on with some supermodel who was not on her way to be responsible for a child?

As these questions and others alike pondered Elena's mind, she had heard the doorbell ringing. With exhaustion, she got up off of the couch and went to answer whomever was disrupting her relaxation time. But when she opened the door, Elena let go of the handle as she caught sight of her visitor.

"Hi," Damon said warily, and Elena blinked. What was he doing here?

"Why are you here?" She asked as she wrapped her robe around her body.

"Can I come in?" Damon asked softly, and Elena waved him in as she went to stand near the couch.

"What do you want?" she asked. She needed to cut to the chase.

"You," he uttered.

Elena's eyes whipped to meet his blue eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty. When she saw none, she blinked.

"What?"

"I want you." He repeated. "I'm not going anywhere."

Elena couldn't have time to prepare herself for Damon's swift attack. When his lips met hers, she responded with a passion that she didn't know existed. Damon picked her up and carried her over to the couch.

And the rest of the night was filled with kissing.

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~*Songs that were mentioned or that inspired this chapter*~

THEME: Terrified / Katharine McPhee & Jason Reeves

Give Me Love / Ed Sheeran