When You Looked Over Your Shoulder

Summary: AH - A series of short flashes through Bonnie and Damon's relationship. Semi inspired by Season 5 Episode 18 – Resident Evil, where they flashed through Stefan and Elena's human life together. I'm dedicating this one to a guest that reviewed last night hoping for a fic with Bonnie and Damon with kids…MERRY CHRISTMAS here it is! I was immediately inspired to use this song because it's been a favorite for a long time. Reminder: if you are a guest let me know your name if you have a suggestion and I'll give you a shout out! 😉

Song Inspiration: Say You Won't Let Go – James Arthur

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
And I'll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye
And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I'm older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you'll get better
You make me feel this way somehow

…

He wasn't drowning his sorrows perse…but it was pretty damn close. Damon wasn't in a good place; he hadn't been for a long time. Stefan had died three years ago, but it still felt like yesterday…how did he move on when his other half was gone? After their mother died, Damon took it upon himself to raise his little brother, and take care of him while their father buried himself in his work. And now, all he felt was an empty void.

A lithe form slid onto the barstool beside him, ordering a drink. He turned his head and had to do a double take. She was beautiful, The caramel bronze of her skin, the dusty pink of her lips, the mossy green of her eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and fell in beachy waves around her face. She must have sensed him staring because she glanced at him out the side of her eyes, with a tiny smirk.

"It's rude to stare, you know." She stated in a low and lighthearted tone.

Most nights when women talked to him at the bar, he gave them the brush off, but with her he felt a quip on the tip of his tongue. "It's bad form to insult a stranger." He spun in his chair to face her. "What if I was a serial killer?"

She snapped her head to him, looking his up and down quickly. There was mischief in her eyes as her lips pulled slightly at the corners. "Are you?"

"No." he chuckled.

Her brows arched high on her forehead. "Now, that's exactly what a serial killer would say." Her eyes narrowed with playful suspicion as she took the shot that was placed in front of her. "But I think I'll take my chances. I'm Bonnie." She held out her hand and Damon reached for it giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Damon." He glanced around. "You here alone?"

"Not anymore."

A genuine smile pulled on his face. "So, I can buy you a drink?"

"Sure…but the first rounds on me." She waved the bartender over and ordered them a couple of shots.

He'd never met anyone like her; she was confident and sexy and had dark sense of humor that rivaled his own. They spent hours talking and laughing and drinking; he almost forgot that he came here to drown himself at the bottom of a bottle. With a few words, she was able to change the entire course of his night. Bonnie was able to make him laugh – genuinely laugh in a way he hadn't in a long time. She pulled him on the dance floor and bounced around with him. She moved like no one was watching, and he was mesmerized; her hair flipped and her hips swayed and she grabbed his hands pulling him closer. When the song changed to an upbeat Marvin Gaye number, Damon spun her in so her back was against his chest and grinned down when she looked at him with surprise. He swayed around with her, spinning her around and pulling her back in, reveling in her bubbly laughter with every dip and twirl.

The night ended too soon, and at nearly three in the morning he found himself standing on the front steps of her apartment building, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets as he watched her fish out her keys from her purse. They had both been drinking, heavily, so they left their cars behind and walked the seven blocks to her place. The conversation flowed so freely that they arrived before either of them were ready.

Taking in a deep breath she turned back to him, shifting awkwardly. It was the first time all night that she seemed nervous. "Do you…do you want to come up?" Her head nodded towards the door.

Yes, yes I do. He wanted to say. And if she were any other girl he would have, but he liked her and she deserved more respect than that. "Another time." He reassured her with a smile.

Her brow raised. "Oh…you think there's going to be another time?" she teased.

He nodded, stepping closer to her watching as she looked up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, maybe from the alcohol, or maybe it was his proximity. "I'm counting on it." He leaned in slowly, gauging her reaction as he closed the distance between their lips. Bonnie didn't stop him, in fact she met him the rest of the way, melting into him as he cupped a hand around her face, slipping it under her hair.

Fireworks.

Bonnie texted him her number before she waved goodbye, her tongue sneaking out to taste him on her lips. Damon backed down the steps, refusing to take his eyes off her as she entered the building, and before the door closed, she smiled at him over her shoulder.

Damon grinned the whole way home, replaying the whole night over in his head.

…

Bonnie collapsed on the couch. "Ugh, I'm exhausted. Remind me to never host a party for Caroline ever again. Her standards are far too high." The both chuckled, as Damon lifted her feet and sat down, settling them into his lap.

He rubbed his thumb up the sole of her foot, causing a satisfied moan to emit from her throat. "Well, I think you have your work cut out for you for the next couple months. There's still the bridal shower and the bachelorette party and the rehearsal-" Damon listed off playfully.

"Is it too late to say no to being maid of honor?" she pouted. Bonnie was only kidding; it truly was an honor to see her best friend through this time in her life. Caroline had planned this day down to the letter and Bonnie was right there with her helping her make the bride book when they were eleven.

"Don't worry, one day she can return the favor when we get married." He said it so casually that she blinked wondering if she heard him right.

Bonnie pulled her feet out of his grasp as sat up straight, crossing her legs in front of her. "What did you just say?"

He smirked to himself. "I said, when we get married, she can be your maid of honor, and you can torture her like she's torturing you." Damon leaned forward and kissed her nose. She just stared at him, her eyes wide and stunned, her lips slightly parted. It had been three years since they met and with every day they spent together, he was more positive that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. "Yes, Bonnie, I want to marry you. I probably would have asked you years ago if I thought you would have said yes that soon." He admitted.

Suddenly, she was clamoring into his arms, straddling his waist and cupping his face in her hands. "I would have." She beamed down at him. "If it's today or tomorrow or years from now…I'll say yes." She kissed him deeply rocking her hips against his.

Damon fished out something from his pocket, his lips never leaving hers. When he popped it open, she pulled away in shock. "I've been carrying this around for a while." He whispered breathlessly.

She nodded excitedly, tears springing to her eyes. "I love you." Damon slipped the ring on her shaking finger and she stared down at it where it rested on his chest.

"I love you." He promised, pulling her down to his kiss. Bonnie's fingers started undoing the buttons on his shirt, and pushing it over his shoulders. "I thought you were exhausted." He mumbled against her mouth.

She stared down at him with that mischievous glint that stole his heart the first night he met her. "I'm suddenly feeling very motivated." Bonnie said with a flash of her sparkling green eyes.

…

Bonnie sat patiently waiting for Damon to get home from work. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding, but it was all from excitement. When the door opened and he called out to her, she called him to come upstairs.

He appeared in the doorway, giving her a weird look at her sitting in the middle of the bed. "What's going on?" he drawled suspiciously coming in and dropping a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled patting the spot in from of her. "Come here…I have something for you." She reached under the bed and pulled out a small box.

Damon frowned confused as he sat down. "My birthday isn't for another couple weeks, Bon."

"It's not a birthday gift." She took a deep breath. "Open it." She rushed out excitedly.

With a shake of his head and a chuckle he pulled off the lid to see a note, scrolled in her delicate handwriting. "Coming soon?" he read aloud, lifting the note out, but what was underneath almost took his breath away. He pulled out the tiny onesie that read 'Little baby Salvatore' and his wide eyes snapped up to hers. "Are you serious? Bonnie, please tell me this is real." He begged scotting closer to her.

She nodded. "Doctor confirmed it today. I'm pregnant." She beamed at him.

Damon threw his arms around her kissing her neck and cheeks excitedly. He pulled her into his lap, and rested his ringed hand on her flat stomach, looking down at it adoringly. "We're going to have a baby."

She bit her lip through her smile, holding his hand to her. "Are you happy?"

Tears clouded his eyes. "I've never been happier."

…

They could hear the pitter patter of feet down the hall, and they both buried further under the covers. Bonnie giggled and Damon put a finger to her lips to hush her.

"Shh…they'll hear us." He whispered, pulling her closer as he kissed down her neck.

She sighed reluctantly. "They're already up. You know in few seconds they'll be-"

"Mommy, daddy!" The cacophony of two voices yelled through the halls. "IT'S CHRISTMAS!" they yelled in unison.

Damon dropped his head to her shoulder under the covers, but they couldn't help but laugh. "Here we go." He mumbled with a tired smile. They had been up late, prepping all the presents and eating the cookies and drinking the milk that was left out for Santa and naturally, they ended up getting tipsy on eggnog as they stuffed the stockings. But despite all that, this was Damon's favorite time of year; when their children would ambush them on Christmas morning, and scream with excitement for all the new toys and gifts they got. Then he'd make them breakfast – pancakes with blueberry smiles, and Bonnie would play Christmas songs on the piano until Damon slipped on a record so he could dance with her in front of the fireplace. It was tradition after all.

Bailee, who was four, ran up on the bed first and Stefan, who was three followed after but needed his big sister to pull him up the rest of the way. Bonnie and Damon emerged from under the covers and they each pulled a kid between them, delighting in their giggles as they squirmed away from the tickles.

Hours later, wrapping paper littered the floor and the kids were playing with toys. Bonnie pulled her long robe tighter around her as she sipped her coffee, watching as two of the three loves of her life laughed and shared their toys with each other. Damon came up behind her resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I think I grew another grey hair." He teased, kissing her cheek.

She chuckled. "I like it. It's very sexy." She mumbled back quietly.

"Oh yeah?" he grabbed the mug out of her hand and placed it on the mantle. He turned her around to face him, looking down at her with all the love and adoration of a man that's been in love for ten years.

"You have to spin her daddy!" Bailee exclaimed, her curls bouncing around her as hopped on the spot.

"Yeah daddy!" Stefan chorused.

Damon chuckled. "Verdicts in." He spun her out and spun her back in as the kids clapped and he rested her back against his chest. "You know…" he uttered huskily in her ear. "I never got my Christmas present."

Bonnie grabbed his hands from her waist, and pulled them over her stomach. She looked at him over her shoulder. "Ready to do this all over again?"

…

AN: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed this one, it was really fun to write. Thank you for the suggestion for Damon and Bonnie with kids, I feel like I might do another one later 😉 - Vanessa