Reckless Minds

Snow Day

I wake up with Damon's arm wrapped around me. I'm 6 months along now, and Ember is at 8 1/2 months. She's due any day now, and can tell she's getting nervous. The wedding is in 2 weeks, so she's also getting married. At 17. Bad parenting? A+.

I sit up and Damon groans.

"Elenaaaa." He mumbles. I feel a cold draft on me, so I go over to the window then I gasp.

"Damon Giuseppe get your ass up and come play in the snow with me!!!" He sits up, still groggy. I strip my pajamas and I pull on a pair of jeans and a black shirt that says Santa Brought Me A Baby! in red sparkly letters. Damon gets up and wraps his arms around me.

"You do realize that we have a very pregnant daughter to take care of, right?"

"Our very pregnant daughter is 17 and can take care of herself. She's told you that many times." He sighs. "Fine, just let me get dressed." I squeal then I go downstairs. Ember sits downstairs. She throws a pencil across the room then groans.

"Emmy, what's wrong baby?"

"This! God, what the hell am I doing, Mom? I'm 17 and I'm getting married and having a damn baby! And speaking of the damn baby GET IT OUT!" I chuckle a little. "So now you're laughing at me?!? Great Mom! First you let me get pregnant and now you're laughing at it?!?"

"Ember, honey, calm down. These are just baby hormones." She takes a few deep breaths, then Damon comes down the stairs with Damien in his arms. Then Damian comes down.

"Em, why are you up so early?" She kisses him gently then sighs.

"There are a couple more things we need to get done before the wedding and before the baby's here." He mutters sweet nothings to her then Damon pulls me outside.

"I looked online, we got 4 feet of snow." I squeal then I run outside.

"Elena. Elena. Elena. Slow down. Wendy. No." I laugh at his protective father stance. "Wendy's fine. She's our little surviver. Meredith said that after the first few months she'd be okay. I spent 2 1/2 months watching America's Next Top Model and in bed. I'm okay." He leans down and kisses my bump. Wendy starts kicking and I giggle. We go toward the snow and I start digging a path.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Lame, Salvatore. Lame."

"Our son is the one who watches Phineas and Ferb." I laugh then Damien comes running out.

"Mommy Mommy! Can we build a snowman?!?"

"Let's do it." I pick up a piece of snow and I make a snowball, then I start rolling. I change direction after a while. Damon starts pushing it after it becomes bigger than our son.

"Okay. There's the first ball." Damien grabs some snow and starts rolling it. Damon keeps going when our son can't then picks the ball up and puts it on the snowman. The last one is easy, just a small ball but big enough to have features. I pick Damien up.

"Go inside, get a carrot." He flashes inside then Damon pulls me down into the soft snow gently. I marvel at the blueness of his eyes. "What is it?" He asks. I reach up and I gently trace his lip.

"I can't believe this is my life. I can't believe I have you, Ember, Damien, Wendy... It's just unbelievable." He smiles. "I mean, it hasn't all been rainbows and sunshine. You died twice." I laugh. "The second time was my choice though." He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He pulls away after a minute or so, then gazes down at me. "It's me who's lucky. You falling in love with me, having 3 of my kids... This is everything I want."

"I think me falling in love with you was kind of inevitable." He smiles then smirks at me. "Well, you're mine now." I brush a piece of hair out of his face. "I've always been yours, Damon. That's what I'm saying. This is the way it was supposed to be. I was meant to meet you and have children with you, marry you... I was meant to be yours, Damon. I love you so much." He pulls me up as our son runs out. He pulls me in for a quick kiss then we face him.

"I got it!" I put the carrot as his nose then 2 sticks as his arms, black buttons for his eyes then a some rocks for his smile. Damon puts a scarf and a hat on him, then we step back and admire our work.

"Perfect." Damon tugs on my hand.

"Come on," he says, his eyes bright, "let's go get some hot cocoa."