The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Complicated

Damon carried Elena home and tucked her into their bed, kissing her forehead and leaving to tuck Ian into his own. Elena giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Damon…I’m not an invalid, I could have walked here and I don’t need bed rest.” Damon walked into the room and shook his head.

“Yes baby, you are an invalid, at least until I tell you otherwise.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Daaaamon, that’s not fair.” He snorted.

“Don’t give me that sweet little voice, Princess. I just want you home for a while. Okay?” He said as he climbed into bed with her and wrapped her in his arms very gently.

“I’m going to be your white knight, I’ll protect you from anything that could possibly hurt you.” She smiled.

“You’ve always done that, Damon.” He sighed.

“Obviously not well enough. Otherwise Stefan wouldn’t have struck you, you wouldn’t be a vampire, Stefan wouldn’t have almost caused Ian to be premature, Stefan wouldn’t have sent you into labor a second time, and most of all you wouldn’t have been taken from me.” Now it was Elena’s turn to sigh and she gently rubbed his arm as it tightened around her.

“Some things are blessings in disguise, Damon. If Stefan had never hit me we might not have broken up when we did…and if I wasn’t a vampire we wouldn’t have any children. Don’t beat yourself up, we’re all okay, and soon we’ll have another baby to cuddle with.” She said as she moved his hand to her stomach. He began to softly stroke it, groaning when the doorbell rang. He got up kissing her forehead and muttering “Yeah well I’m keeping this one home forever.” Elena rolled her eyes and got up to walk with Damon to the door. Damon glared at her for getting up, especially since he’d tucked her in all snug and sound, but she just laughed and threw him the lopsided smile that she learned from him. He couldn’t resist, pecking her lips and mirroring the smile before turning the doorknob.

“What’re you doing here, Little Gilbert?” Jeremy ignored him, throwing his arms around his sister.

“No one told me you had even gotten hurt, I had to hear it from Meredith when she called to check on you! Some husband Damon turned out to be.” He grumbled coldly.

“Hey you little dick, so not my fault. I told Stefan to call you as we were leaving. If that self-righteous bastard forgot than it’s on him.” Jeremy ignored Damon again, his eyes falling on Elena’s midsection.

“And I’m having another nephew or a niece? Just like Damon to get in your pants right after you escaped Klaus…I swear, sex is like his coping mechanism or something.” This time Elena glowered at her brother.

“That wasn’t Damon’s fault, Jere, I came on to him.” She shrugged.

“Maybe it’s my coping mechanism.” The thought of that made Jeremy shutter and Damon break into a smug smile. The three of them went to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, Damon pouring him and Jeremy some bourbon and getting Elena one of Ian’s juice boxes.

“Thought the baby would like something less strong.” He said with a wink, sitting between her and her brother and throwing his arm over her shoulder. Jeremy cleared his throat and sat forward to get a better look at Elena.

“Well Sis, there are officially no more Gilberts in Mystic Falls.” Elena tilted her head to the side.

“What do you mean…you’re sitting right here.” Jeremy grinned.

“Alaric came by the house last night…he adopted me. I took his last name, I figured that whenever I have children it would be nice to carry on the Saltzman name since Ric has never really had a family. Not after Isobel. And you’re a Salvatore now…everyone else is dead. No more Gilberts.” He said with a shrug. Elena smiled.