A Delena Pregnancy

Elena III

*One month later*

I sat there looking down at the pregnancy test. I had missed my period and I was having what felt like morning sickness, but I knew I couldn't be pregnant. The last time I had sex was with Damon, and I knew vampires couldn't procreate. This was impossible.

If I really was, at least Stephan was out of the picture. He had been too mad that I had slept with Damon, too mad that I wouldn't instantly tell him it was only him. Becuase it would have been a lie. Because Damon was in the picture, too. Stephan had left with Katherine. I couldn't help but think something was going on there, and it just drove me closer to Damon.

Damon had been my go to person for everything. Talking, vampire issues, even kissing. We had kissed twice and it had been magical.

Two pink lines. Two pink likes for pregnant. A positive pregnancy.

I picked up my phone and called Damon. He didn't even answer, just showed up in the bathroom a few seconds later. I loved the vampire superspeed.

"What is it?" He said. I couldn't speak, just handed him the test. He looked at it for a moment, blinking. Finally, he looked up. "Who else did you sleep with?" He said, almost sounding hurt.

"Nobody! I didn't sleep with anybody. Just you! You were the last person I had sex with," I said, breaking down and sobbing. He pulled me up into a hug.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok. We'll just do some research. I'm sure Bonnie can help, since she's a bitch," Damon said. I laughed.

"I believe the word you're looking for is witch," I said.

"I know, I know. Just had to make you laugh," he said, stroking my hair away from my face.

"Thank you, Damon," I said.

"No problem. But you know, if you really are pregnant, then we should buy a house. Just the two of us. That way no unwanted vampires will get in. We'll make it so safe you'll even have to invite me in," he said.

"That sounds perfect," I said.