Amare [2] ➳ N. Mikaelson [ON HOLD]

➳ 4: handle with care

IN the Salvatore living room, Damon and Elena were cuddling together on the couch while Valentina sat in the chair adjacent to them, eating from a bag of peach rings with her feet propped up on the coffee table.

Damon raised an eyebrow at his sister, concerned that she had already made her way through half of the bag. "Should you be eating that, Tin?"

"Damon!" Elena scolded him.

"I'm just saying." Damon threw his hands up in defense. "That junk can't be good for them."

"They're fine, Damon. I appreciate your worry but they're good. The doctor said they're healthy at my checkup a few days ago." Valentina assured her brother while rubbing her baby bump in soothing motions. "There's nothing to be worried about. I also don't eat like this often so it's okay."

"You're gonna name the boy Damon, right?" Damon questioned playfully, already knowing what the answer was.

Valentina threw her head back and let out a loud bark of laughter. "Nik would kill me if I proposed that idea." She replied with a wide amused smile then pursed her lips in thought. "We really haven't gone over names yet. The twins thing wasn't something we were expecting. Plus he's been so busy that we haven't had the time to talk about it. But I can swear on my life that my son's name will not be Damon."

Suddenly the door burst open and they all turned to see Silas standing on the platform in the foyer with a large smirk on his face. "Greetings!"

"Oh, good God no..." Valentina groaned under her breath.

Damon glared at him in annoyance and Elena sat up, removing her head from his chest.

"Good morning, frenemies!" Silas greeted the trio and walked down the stairs toward them. He held his hands up and the curtains magically pulled back to expose the sunlight.

Elena glanced around at the windows in disbelief, Damon sunk into his seat, and Valentina pursed her lips in confusion.

The middle Salvatore pointed a finger at the man resembling her brother and held her mouth open for a second before speaking. "Silas. Wow. Does it ever get exhausting being a fucking prick all the time or do you get off on your douchery?"

"Nice to finally meet you, Valentina. Looks like you could benefit from losing a few pounds." Silas snarkily remarked while grinning smugly at her.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Damon raised his voice, coming to his sister's defense.

Valentina smiled back sarcastically and rolled her green eyes with a mocking hum. "Hmmm. Eat a dick."

"Ah. You know, I'm only a few hours into my old life as a witch, but somehow, the sun feels warmer." Silas commented in amazement and walked toward the window, basking in the warm glow of the sun. "Probably because I'm not cursed with having to outlive it anymore."

"What's with the home invasion, Silas?" Damon asked in annoyance, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and turning his body toward him.

"Well Damon, after two thousand years of a miserable existence, I finally get to die." He answered in joy paired with a wicked smile. "We all know that Tessa was a real vengeful bitch. Your doppelgänger, Amara died at her hands, but today, after two thousand years, Amara and I will finally reunite." He explained with a small smile as he spoke directly to Elena.