Damon suspects Bonnie isn't being fully forthcoming with him, still, he attempts to have a relationship with his daughter.
I didn't mean to make you guys so sad over the Damon puppeteering. So let's dive a little deeper, maybe give a TEENY bit more insight into Bonnie's mind and background, while still retaining her mystery, until it boils over. More plot, less erotica but we shall not forget those glory days of Bamon's initial liaisons!
Don't worry, the final chapter will be extra sexy again, but this time more fulfilling! This one's more Cheeky ;)
Song: Emotional Bruises by Madison Beer
"Bonnie," he said, his voice a throaty whisper. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink to steady himself, though Bonnie had the look of a woman who was only tethered to the world by the child in her arms.
"Damon," she said so softly that it gave him painful memories of when he'd make her utter his name. They both winced at that.
He cleared his head of the memories and tried to focus on the child. "And Cheeky," he gestured to the gaping child, who was staring with wide eyes. Bonnie raised a brow. "I met her once before. At a department store, this guy said he was her uncle,"
"Kayla my Kayla," the toddler babbled.
Bonnie cracked a smile at that and looked at her baby. "Did you go shopping with uncle Caleb?"
"So that's your brother?" Damon presumed.
Bonnie snapped a cold gaze back to him.
"I went to his house once, to return your purse. And he answered the door,"
She blinked and attempted a patient sigh and smile. "This is Mya,"
"She's really yours?"
"Yes," Bonnie stiffened. "She's mine,"
Damon didn't understand what her deal was, then again, that was never discernible. She wouldn't open up to him. It seemed motherhood only made her more closed off.
"Bonnie," something deep in him was desperate to try and reach her in a way he could never before.
She could only give him that wide-eyed, pained look. He started towards her when the door opened.
"Damon, babe-" Katherine stopped short when she noticed the way they startled upon her entry. She narrowed her eyes at them, and acknowledged the small child on Bonnie's hip. "Aww, it's Cheeky! Remember me?" She smiled at the baby and peered closer at her. Her smile faded as Greta's did that day in the department store, and she looked at Damon. "Oh my God,"
"I'll just change her diaper in the car," Bonnie said apologetically and excused herself.
As soon as she left, Katherine slapped Damon in the face.
"Ow! Baby, what the fuck?!"
"You have a whole ass baby and you didn't even tell me?!"
His heart sunk at that accusation/revelation.
After a painful conversation about his past, Damon and Katherine decided they couldn't find the worth in continuing their relationship. He could have tried to make it worth, since she seemed willing. Only he'd been led on before. He wasn't going to be the person to put someone else through how devastating that was. Besides, Katherine saw how kept scanning the crowd for Bonnie, checking if she'd left early, which, of course she did. The woman would probably run out of her own skin if she could.
But Damon couldn't hurt Katherine with promises of a love that was just to mask his true feelings. He had to get to the bottom of things with Bonnie to discern what his true feelings actually were. He left the engagement party confirming with the blond he'd witnessed Bonnie speak to after leaving the restroom had, in fact left. She was a chatty one, offering information about how Bonnie would be at her place tonight. Ric seemed to know her, so he finessed information from his drunk ass on where she lived. After staking out the place once Blondie was home, he realized Bonnie wasn't there. He could check the hotel, but he had a hunch she was lakeside.
A car was parked near the water and a feminine silhouette in front of the lake when he arrived.
"How'd you know I'd be here?" Bonnie asked, facing the water. "Instead at home, sleeping with my daughter?"
"I'm resourceful. I checked around,"
"You always had your ways," he could hear the smile in her voice. Then it faded. "I owe you an explanation,"
Damon walked up to Bonnie and spun her to face him. "You're damn right you do. What the fuck, Bonnie?"
"Long story short, I wanted a baby,"
Damon just turned and walked away a few feet. He cursed under his breath, then went back to Bonnie.
"No. You have to give me more than that. I need context, Bonnie! No nutshells, tell me what the fuck you were trying to escape from, why were you crying that day?"
"I just wanted the baby I lost when I was fourteen," her eyes welled up with tears. "No one wanted me to have that baby, but I decided I was going to love it and take care of it. He'd be eight this summer," she sighed. "But no one cared about me and that baby. I didn't want to come back here empty handed, with no son and have everyone be right about me. And then I met you,"
"So this was all a trick? You scoped me out and lured me to the woods just so I could impregnate you?"
She shook her head slowly. "I just wanted to escape and you took me to the lake. When you asked me what was wrong and we kissed, it just… made everything better. And that was my solution. I'd get you so addicted to me that you'd want your regular fix of me, without asking questions,"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "That's an idiotic and fucking psychotic plan,"
"Is it? It worked didn't it? You didn't ask questions as long as I kept you cumming,"
He scoffed. "No. That's not true,"
Bonnie grabbed her hair behind her head and crouched down until her face was level with his crotch and gave him her 'fuck me, daddy' look.
Damon sucked in his breath and his breathing shallowed as he looked down at her. "Not entirely false," he murmured.
"Seeing me like this still gets you hot, don't it?"
Internally he was screaming and raging since his body had been aching for her for two years. Two whole years of unfulfilled desire, he realized as he hardened with just the sight of her in that position. She was his fantasy come true and here they were, once again out in the woods with nature and lust between them. Only, there was so much more than that in the air.
Damon dropped to his knees and lifted a shaky palm to her face, softly caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against his hand. His hand slipped behind her head and clutched the back of her hair, forcing her closer. His other hand locked around her waist, pulling her as well until their lips mashed into each other.
God , he missed those lips and exploring every inch of her mouth. Their deep kiss prompted sensual moans from Bonnie and he was prepared to take her right then. He peppered kisses on her neck and décolletage as one of her hands slipped under his shirt to massage his lower back.
Her other hand pressed down his chest and kept traveling lower. Before she could grab his cock, Damon caught her hand and broke their kiss.
"No," he rasped. "Not here. Not like this again,"
"Don't make me beg,"
He pressed his forehead against hers. " Bonnie… if we do this, I know what's going to happen. We'll fuck each other's brains out and then you'll be elusive and make me chase you again," she giggled softly. "And I can't do it again, Bonnie. I can't get to our level of intensity again, just to have it ripped away a second time,"
She pouted and said nothing.
"Take me to your place," he suggested.
"I'm at my best friend's and my daughter's there. We'll wake her,"
"She's mine too. I wanna see her,"
"Not tonight, Damon. I still have a lot to figure out and…"
"And what?" He prompted with beseeching eyes.
"Nothing, it's just a lot for her,"
Damon sighed. "I understand but I need to see her. Come to my place," she raised her brow. "Seriously. Come on," he stood up and helped her up.
"My car is here," Bonnie said as she jingled her keys.
He snatched them and stuffed them into his pocket as he turned to walk away.
"What the hell?" She rushed after him.
"We'll take my car,"
"You still have it?" She smirked that evil smile.
"You know it,"
"Well, what about my car?"
"You realize I don't trust that you won't be gone by the morning if I give you your keys back,"
Bonnie scoffed. "Like I can't find a way back to my own car,"
"I could always smash your car with mine and push it into the lake," Damon suggested.
She laughed out loud. He kept walking, not seeing the humor in his suggestion.
Bonnie stopped. "Wait, are you serious?"
At his home, Damon's appetite was ravenous, giving Bonnie everything been holding in for hours. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her body against his, wrapped around him, the hot and sweaty atmosphere they'd created.
In the morning, after their eventual night, Damon woke her to breakfast in bed, wanting to show her that he could truly be a gentleman after the unholy things they did. "Hey sleepyhead," he kissed her hair. "Get in the shower then come have some breakfast,"
He didn't want their night to be meaningless. Even if it was for her, it wasn't for him. Their passion wasn't just something that could be unleashed with anyone.
She sat up and stretched, dropping the sheet that covered her, yawning loudly, then sighing in satisfaction. "You made me breakfast?"
"You better hurry before it gets cold,"
She walked naked to his bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she emerged in Katherine's pink robe.
"Your girlfriend's robe is quite comfortable," she said as she strolled to the bed.
"Well, she dumped me, so I guess it's yours now," Damon smiled his half smirk and left his side of the bed to come to her end. "It comes with really cute slippers too, sit down, I'll get them," he crouched down and reached under the bed, only instead of grabbing the slippers, he grabbed the handcuffs he and Bonnie used to use on one another. Good thing he kept them handy! They required a key and there was no safety unlock mechanism. He strapped one cuff to her ankle and the other to the leg of the bed. "There," he said as it clicked. "Now you can't avoid this conversation,"
"What the fuck? Damon, take this shit off me, now!"
"Or what?"
"I'll flip this fucking tray over and tear this room up," she had her cold glare of an expression on. "You can't force me to talk about things I don't want to talk about,"
"So us? Mya?"
"No!"
Damon scoffed and then laughed derisively. He shook his head as he went to his closet and opened it. "You know what, fine, you can go. Right after I find the damn key," he began rummaging through the shelves. "I don't know why I fucking bothered in the first place, I should have known it was going to be the same and I'd get absolutely nowhere with you. Nevermind the fact that we have a daughter who doesn't even know I exist! Or the fact that you fucking ruined my life in four short months. Two years later you're back and now you've ruined my life again in one night. If you leave, Bonnie, don't ever come back. Don't ever pop up at my job attempting to seduce me, or try to push fatherhood on me. You fucking sprung that one on me with no warning, I wasn't even ready to have kids so now my kid gets to grow up fatherless, without any fucking male role model," he dropped a few items and kicked them as he continued rummaging and ranting. "My guess is she'll grow up to be just like you and ruin some fucking helpless guy's life in twenty some years,"
Bonnie mumbled something under her breath.
Damon spun around suddenly, fixing a glare on her. "What?"
"I said she has a father figure already. A good one,"
He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers into his temples. "So you have a man, is that what you're saying after you just-"
"No, I didn't say I have a man," she took a deep breath. "I said she has a father figure . A damn good one, too,"
"Oh, okay. Well, that's just perfect. My kid that I didn't even ask for or know about is all taken care of so I get to go down as a deadbeat. Thank you, Bonnie. By the way, have I mentioned lately how much you've FUCKING ruined my life?!" He yelled.
"Maybe you should say it again, I didn't hear you the first three times!" There was silence for a few minutes until Damon heard sobs. "I shouldn't have come back here,"
"Why did you?" He asked.
"My aunt," she said softly. "She's practically on her deathbed and wanted to see me one last time. And Mya. Not because she cares about the baby. She just wanted to confirm I actually had a kid,"
He recalled witnessing their conversation in which Caleb claimed she'd lied about everything.
"Why would she need confirmation?"
"Because I was supposed to have a baby when I was fourteen. I got pregnant and my family wanted me to have an abortion. I couldn't go through with it, so I said I'd just keep it. First they said I was trying to get pregnant, which I wasn't. Then they said I was faking being pregnant since I didn't get the abortion, there was nothing to abort. So I ran away, was tired of their shit. No one believed me anyways,"
"About what?"
Something wasn't adding up. Why wouldn't her family believe her? And where was the child now?
"They were just upset because I decided to keep it. From there it all spiraled out of control," a tear slipped down from her eyelid. "She wanted it, she must have asked for it, that ain't no baby in there. It didn't stop. And I wasn't really showing at the halfway point, my baby measured small. Talk was relentless . I left town because I had a friend to help me, and he told me all the awful things they were saying about me. My own family!"
"It's fucked up. I'm so… sorry… what happened to your baby?"
"My son came out stillborn," she laughed derisively. "Can you believe that? After all that talk about that ain't no baby and I didn't even get to bring him home. I never told them. I let them think what they wanted to think, I was not going to have my family tell me that I lied about my son being dead. I never wanted to come back here," she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. "There's more,"
Damon nodded in encouragement. It was hard to value her credibility because it all sounded far fetched, but at least she was sharing.
"My mama got sick with the same disease that's taking my bitter old aunt out. She left me a little money but it stated in her will, whether I get it is contingent on if I have a healthy living and breathing child of my own. She also left it up to my brother to decide if I was responsible enough for it, or if half of it should go to the rest of the fam, and the rest to my baby. That's where you came in. I was never even trying to get pregnant until after we kissed, I swear. And I know I was wrong for playing you, but I didn't wanna have the conversation down the road and find out that's not what you want. So I left as soon as I found out I was pregnant,"
Now she was using him and the babe for monetary gains. This woman just dug herself further in a hole of utter bullshit.
He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway of his closet. "So using and abusing people, manipulating them is a compulsive habit?"
"When you kissed me-"
" You kissed me !"
" However it happened… that was when it clicked in my head. I wanted a baby that would fill the hole in my heart. Well, as much as it could. I lost my son, that'll always…" she sighed. "There's nothing like losing a child you didn't realize you wanted so much,"
This conversation was a damn headache. Damon nodded slowly and walked over to her, pulling the key out of his pocket, and giving up the ruse. He crouched down to a dismayed Bonnie and unlocked her ankle.
"That must be some hole to fill. Why would you want to put me through the same thing?"
A puzzled look came over her face and Bonnie slowly shook her head. "I didn't- I'm not,"
Tears began streaming down her face and Damon felt in that moment why her family chose not to believe her struggles. It was impossible to believe she truly cared about anything but herself. She had an unorthodox way of conducting her affairs with Damon, it must have been no different with her family. She didn't even seem to realize what she was doing, using her own, long anticipated child as a cash chip. It was one thing to use his lust and affection in such a selfish way, but he couldn't condone his daughter being involved in Bonnie's scheme. Poor little Cheeky had a mess of a mother.
As she sobbed, Damon saw her for what she was. Not a seductive and mysterious temptress, but a broken shell of the girl she once was, who hadn't the first clue about what healthy communication was. Someone who would certainly take advantage of his hospitality and kindness, given their history and what he observed from her family interactions. It appeared the night she left town she was spitting in the face of Caleb and Greta's generosity, though he wasn't going to ask her now, while she was falling apart. Yes, she had her sob story but he couldn't trust it was all true, if any of it was.
Last night must have meant absolutely nothing to her if she thought he was buying her bull. Things just weren't adding up.
"You don't believe me," she confirmed through her tears.
"No," he whispered, staring at the handcuffs.
Bonnie got up and rushed to the bathroom again, slamming the door.
Bonnie's POV
Damon was putting dishes back into the cupboard when Bonnie strolled into the kitchen. He was lifting a plate when he noticed her and immediately halted. "You look beautiful," he said after a moment.
"Fuckable, right? It's the sundress," she leaned over the counter and grinned.
" No, I said beautiful. Everything isn't some fucked up sex game to me," he fixed a slight glare on her. Damon was pissed and she didn't think he'd ever come around. He turned his back and continued with the dishes.
"Sorry,"
Bonnie looked down at her hands. She didn't know what to say. She'd told him everything about why their time together had to come to an abrupt end, and she didn't know what else he wanted. To see Mya, of course but that was going to take some time. She was protective of her baby girl and so was Klaus, who was devoted to Mya as well. In that, she felt an obligation to let him know about introducing Damon into her life. Since Klaus was there for her. It was an internal conflict she was currently struggling with.
"The food was really good. The breakfast, I mean. Thank you," she tried again.
"I put a lot of love in my cooking," his anger was still evident in his voice.
She sighed. "I guess I'll be going then. My keys, please,"
Damon turned around with a softened gaze. "I wanna see her, Bonnie,"
"Well, we'll have to set something up for another time, Mya and I have plans today,"
"Great! What are we doing?" He spun her keys in his hand and walked up to her. He looked into her eyes and his eyes jumped to her lips for a split second. Bonnie ran her hands up his chest, but he grabbed and removed them. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't trust you. I just need you to tell me everything there is to know about Cheeky,"
That was a first . Damon was so far over her by now, there was no turning back. She sighed. It was just as well and what she deserved. She should have known their night together would mean nothing to him.
The town carnival was on the agenda that day, though they first had to pick up Mya's carseat from Bonnie's car at the lake. She let Damon install Mya's car seat into his car, figuring it could be good practice for him. He'd never input one before so she had to lend him some guidance. Since he was clueless, she opted for a demonstration.
"Let me show you," she climbed onto the seat and leaned over to loop the belt through the back. "And then push it until it clicks, like a regular seatbelt,"
"Oh my God, why aren't you wearing underwear?"
She laughed and stepped from the vehicle. "I am wearing them. It's a G string though," she looked over her shoulder and lifted up the back of her dress until her underwear straps were visible. "See?"
Damon blatantly couldn't help but gape at the sight and then he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Two infant heads have come through your vagina," he mumbled to himself. "Two heads, stretching out your vagina…"
"Is it that hard for you?"
He opted to change the subject instead. "Does she like car rides?" He went to open his driver's side door.
She closed the back door and slipped into the driver's side, scooting to the passenger seat. "She is starting to rebel against car rides. Not the ride, but being strapped into the seat. I have to get her singing so she'll calm down and then I'll put on her nursery rhymes. If she's really inconsolable, I'll give her her strawberry slices,"
He raised a brow as he powered the engine on. "She likes strawberries?"
"Loves them," she said softly.
Damon cracked a soft smile and shifted into drive. Bonnie knew what he was thinking, she loved strawberries just like he did. So much that they incorporated it into their sex lives.
"Can she walk? I only saw you holding her in your arms, I dunno if…"
"Oh, she runs! In fact, I got her one of those backpack harnesses, you'll see. She's fast too, almost like she's…" she trailed off instead of admitting that just like Mya had some characteristics like her father, had some similar to her mother as well.
Surprisingly, Damon seemed to empathize with her and he moved on. "What are her favorite songs to sing?"
"You can't just sing them, you have to do a whole performance to the itsy bitsy spider, the wheels on the bus, twinkle twinkle little star, bingo,"
"Bingo? Like old lady bingo? I don't get it,"
"It's an old nursery song, you never heard it? It goes: there was a farmer had a dog and bingo was his name-o," she sang it out for him. "Then you clap instead of singing the letters,"
He grinned hard. "I've heard it, I just want to hear you sing it," She slapped his arm to conceal her embarrassment. "You sound cute, you've got a lovely singing voice. I didn't know you could sing,"
There was a lot he didn't know about her, she realized. What did it matter if he was done with her? It was clear, he didn't even want sex with her anymore. Damon only wanted to meet his daughter. She was certain he harbored no further interest with how angry he gotten. And she couldn't blame him.
"So… how'd we meet?"
"Ahh, I'm glad you asked. If anyone else does, we met two years ago while I was in my last year of nursing school,"
"So you were in school during the day? When you were last in town?"
"No, I was at work. I worked for a family practice. Got to Mystic Falls the month before I met you and got the job. I'd just finished school that April,"
"I was wondering why you were in scrubs," Damon said after humming for a beat.
"What are you talking about?"
"The last night I saw you. I saw you get out of your brother's car, and you two were arguing. You were wearing scrubs that day before you changed and snuck out,"
She gasped. "You saw that? How much of that?"
"Enough to see that there are some people who really care about you, who are also fed up with your lies and scheming," he glanced at her and raised a resolute brow.
Bonnie scoffed a laugh. "Oh, I know you ain't talking about Caleb. He doesn't give a shit, denial is…" she sighed and collected herself. "My sister in law Greta is the only one who did care. Her and Caroline. If my cousin was around he'd have had my back too but he wasn't. He was off in the marines at the time,"
"Bonnie, your brother-"
"He's not even my real brother and he stopped being a brother to me when I was fourteen. I'm done talking about him, Damon. There is nothing can convince me he really gives a fuck about me because if he did-"
Damon pulled over and put the car in park as her eyes welled up with tears. "Hey," he grabbed her hand.
"Don't fucking touch me," she hissed, yanking her hand away. "You don't believe me either and I'm done explaining myself,"
"I'm just trying to-"
"Well, don't !" It was beyond useless to drag this conversation out.
Damon looked out the windshield. "You know, maybe if you started telling the truth-"
"Maybe I would if motherfuckers could handle the truth," she snapped.
"Okay," he nodded decisively. "Okay, we'll see. When you tell your best friend how we met, we'll see how well she handles the truth," he shifted back into drive and pulled back onto the road. "What's Cheeky's favorite color?"
Bonnie hopped out of the Camaro and ran to the porch, like the selfish and inconsiderate brat she was, as a little, light skin, curly headed toddler ran to her. The blond girl from the restaurant, whom Damon was informed was the friend Caroline, was waiting on the porch with a confused smile. Bonnie crouched down and scooped the child into her arms. Damon slowly walked over, with anxiety in his chest.
"Dee!" Her little voice squeaked as she held up three fingers.
"Three? Ohhh, Mya baby," she said as she stood up. "I missed you! Can I have some suga?"
Mya pressed her mouth to her cheeks and Bonnie cooed again. Then she gestured to Damon. "Come here, it's okay,"
"Dee!"
"We've been counting, she decided she likes the number three the best," Caroline said as she made her way down the porch steps. "I think it's a ploy to get out of her nap,"
"Baby girl," Bonnie grabbed her hand. "I have someone who really wants to meet you. This is Damon. Can you say hi?" She shifted Mya to face him. The child looked at him and gave a wide, open mouthed smile and laughed out loud before she buried her face against her mother's chest.
"Hey, princess," he took her hand and lightly shook it.
"No…" she said teasingly. She looked at him again and giggled.
"Oh, she does that with all the handsome men," Bonnie cooed and smiled. "It means she likes you," she lifted her towards Damon. "Go ahead,"
"Aww, come here, sweetheart,"
Mya reached for him as he reached for her. He held her tiny body up against his chest. His daughter smiled at him and held up two fingers. His daughter. "Dee!"
His heart was full as he corrected her, lifting up a third finger. "There you go, this is three," she held up one finger and correctly named that one. "Good job, princess!" he softly touched the brown birthmark on her cheek. Her cheeks were so soft . "What other numbers do you know?"
Mya pulled away and pressed a finger into her cheek. "Heart,"
"She's so smart! And beautiful," he marveled. Just like her mama . Instead of relaying that sentiment to Bonnie, he said, "She looks just like you,"
"I can barely see it. Honestly every time I look at her, I see your face,"
"I see it now, why her eyes looked so familiar," Caroline agreed. "It's like you took them right out of your head and gave them to little Cheeky here," she laughed and extended her palm to Damon. "I'm Caroline, we haven't officially met, but I see you at The Grille sometimes,"
"Nice to meet you. Damon,"
"So how did you two meet?" She asked after they shook hands.
"Uh, it's a long story," Bonnie said sheepishly.
"Baa baa back sheep," Mya murmured joyfully.
"It's not that long," Damon disputed. Though it was highly inappropriate to discuss in front of the child, he reasoned, mentally.
"Well, we can talk about that later, it's time for Mya's nap,"
"Come on in, I've got some lemonade and muffins waiting," Caroline suggested. She tapped Mya's nose. "And strawberries for you!"
Mya came racing out of the guest bedroom a second time and wrapped her arms around Damon's legs. He tried a gently reprimanding tone as he attempted to peel her from his legs.
"Mya, baby, you have to take your nap,"
Her grip on his legs was nearly impossible to break. Bonnie sighed and came out of the room. "Girl, what did I tell you about taking off on me? I can't turn my back for one second to grab her pillow," she pulled Mya from his legs and held her against her chest as she wailed a high pitched shriek. She paced in a circle, shushing her. "Okay, Mya, I'm going to ask Damon if he can take a nap with us okay? I need you to stop screaming first," she looked at him as the wails died down.
"Of course, I'll take a nap with you,"
Thank you , she mouthed as she led them back to the room.
It took Mya less than ten minutes to fall asleep, curled snugly between them. She made them both sing to her and Damon never sang for anyone, but his little girl had him wrapped around that tiny finger of hers. She was the sweetest and most precious thing he'd ever seen and realizing he made this child gave him the feeling that his heart had grown three sizes. Not that it wasn't sizable to begin with, but it expanded for her. But when it came to Bonnie…
He was trying to keep his resolve about her. Bonnie was a damn good mother, that was for sure. She handled Mya's fits with grace and more patience than he was certain he would have had. It was never going to sit well with him that their daughter was conceived through lies, manipulation, and a lustful passion as a means to secure her portion of an inheritance.
Maybe she had a split personality. She was like two different people! When it came to being a mother, Bonnie was Damon's hero. She was full of warmth, attentive and engaging, leading by example and firm in the right places. And so blatantly full of love. Her love was genuine but that had to have been solidified over time. When it came to being a person, someone he used to know, she was a demon succubus in his eyes and he had to do all he could to keep free of her seduction. There was no warmth and he was certain the passion he felt between them was something that wasn't reserved solely for him. That wounded him even more than he could admit to himself.
They left the room as quickly and quietly as was possible before Bonnie closed the door with expert silence. She pushed a finger to her lips then beckoned for him to follow as she tiptoed down the stairs.
Once in the kitchen, Caroline served them some coffee before she had to run to the market. When she left, Bonnie sipped her coffee and beamed at Damon as they sat adjacent to one another at the dining room table. "Okay Mya, loves you, I mean she really like, loves you!"
"I love her too. I've never loved someone so instantly and so much," he admitted. "She should know who I am, Bonnie. I want her to know that her daddy loves her,"
Her expression dissolved into an emotional one and she hung her head low. "I know. You're right. Everyone should know. Let's just hit the carnival first, that way you'll have a full day with Mya. You haven't seen the worst of her temper tantrums yet. And we'll figure out what to do, moving forward if you wanna be around,"
"I don't want to just be around. I wanna be there, every step of the way,"
"I live in New Orleans, Damon. When my aunt croaks, we ain't coming back here,"
"We'll figure something out. What do you usually do when she naps?"
Bonnie shrugged and leaned back. "Sometimes I'll just relax with a book. Start her laundry, or do some online shopping. But since we're going to the carnival I'm going to make her dinner early. I don't want to let her have too much carnival food," she stood up and turned away. Then she paused and considered Bonnie. "Would you like to help me?"
Damon had to excuse himself to the restroom to collect his thoughts. He should have never agreed to helping Bonnie make Mya's dinner. Spending time with her, not having mind-blowing sex, and not arguing about the fucked up circumstances of their origins really showed him another side of her that he wasn't at all prepared for- the side he'd longed to see two years ago. The warmth and consideration that came out when she was around Mya, or even just talking about her oozed out as she and Damon moved about the kitchen, chopping, mixing, flipping, and everything in between.
Bonnie's face lit up not only when it came to their daughter, but when discussing her work and her current home life, she smiled so much. The only smile or laughter he'd ever gotten out of her was drenched in a primal seduction, only issued or prompted to anticipate a certain response, and sometimes it was part of the involuntary responses they elicited from one another.
Jealousy reigned king in his mind. Why the fuck couldn't she be like this with him before? Why did it take all this debacle for her to treat him like a fucking human being instead of an object? A toy she could play with at her leisure, he was at her beck and call because he was hopelessly her willing puppet, being enamored of her lust. Bonnie was happy with the life she lived. It didn't seem fair that she'd gotten everything she wanted out of him, even to this day enjoying the prize she was after.
Damon wanted to enjoy the product of their liaisons as well, but who knew how that could go with Bonnie? She seemed to always have tricks up her sleeve. She could be charming him as another act to secure his loyalty. What if she took her inheritance money and ran off with his daughter? He'd had enough emotional bruising from her flames that incinerated him from the inside out and then cast him out into the icy cold, going through it again would break him. But it wasn't just about him, he had to remember that.
Jealousy, fear, confusion, and a heavy heart clouded his thoughts. He sighed as he leaned against the door.
Get it together! You already know you can't trust her, but you're not gonna let Cheeky get stuck with her. You won't let Cheeky be anything like her if as long as you're there.
"Damon?" Bonnie called. "The food's done and your little Cheeky is up,"
Damon decided he could put on a show too. It would be Bonnie's own fault if she believed him, he'd already expressed how much she hurt him and destroyed his perception of her.
There COULD have been another smutty Bamon moment while Cheeky was napping. But he doesn't trust her, he's trying to protect that peen and his heart. So we'll just build that tension from denial over those primal feelings instead.
Again, I'm kinda burning right through this one since another Bamon idea popped up but I wanna finish this one first, sorry for typos and the lack of more descriptive words, I plan on refining but if that bothers you then STEP AWAY from this fic! Please. :)