Damon's p.o.v
I prepared dinner at the last minute for my neice and nephew. They were hesitant to eat their
meals. "Eat up, Little Stefans. You need to be strong to kill those monsters underneath
your beds" I teased them. They were unmoved by my sense of humor. They were stone cold
as a matter of fact. "Damon, you are funny" Elena chuckled. "Thanks, honey" I smirked.
Unity and Oliver are beyond our jurisdiction, but we love them anyway. Stefan would've
wanted us to look after his children.