One and Only

Chapter Thirty Eight

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT-One and Only

Elena's P.O.V.

Two days have gone by since Stefan and I have been here, in Hawaii and I would be lying if I told you that we called anyone to tell them that we finally made it to our destination. Because to be honest, that was the last thing that was on either of our minds. Yet, I still have this pit in my stomach, this unnerving and nauseous feeling as I squint my eyes at the shining lights of the morning sun that hit me in the face and I almost roll off the bed. The taste of Stefan's alcohol is still on my lips when I groan and rub my head, the smell of him makes me dizzy and intoxicates me when I push myself up, wrapping my bare skin up with one of Stefan's button up shirts and nothing more expect for my thin pair of red underwear.

But just as my feet hit the floor beneath me and my lungs inhale the breezy sea salted ocean smell of the beach nearby. I can feel the bile rise into my throat and I can taste last night's dinner rise up into my esophagus, the taste of its bitter against my tongue when I try to swallow it all back down. But, it still pushes its way back up. I hastily cover my mouth with my hands and rush towards the bathroom, quietly believing that I can make it to the bathroom before I end up spewing bile and food all over the nice looking dark brown tiles of the hotel room.

My hands are shaking and my head feels like it's going to explode from all the pressure inside of it when I finally make it to the bathroom, swinging open the door. I don't even manage to open the toilet lid all the way before I'm sitting down near the toilet and throwing up everything that I've eaten in the last few hours. My palms are sweating and I suddenly feel like I did when I found out about being pregnant with Sam and Olivia.

It quickly crosses my mind, all the times that Stefan and I have been intimate together since he's been back and the only time that sticks out like a sore thumb is at the safe house. Somehow I can't seem to shake the feeling that all my symptoms that I was ignoring these last few days were all leading me up to this point in time, my body screaming at me, telling me the obvious diagnosis. My mind however, feels elated and scared. Terrified of the unknown and yet somehow I know that even if I am pregnant that this will be the best thing that could happen to our little growing family. I'm silently thankful that Stefan went out to get us dinner. Because, I needed this privacy and time to think, just enough to get myself cleaned up from vomiting and to take the damn pregnancy test that's been sitting in my purse for the last week. Since I was too scared to even look at it and speculate at the thought of getting my hopes up for having more kids.

But, finally here I am. Leaning my head back against the wall of the bathroom, near the toilet. When I close my eyes tightly and exhale deeply, all I can picture in my head is Stefan's face when I tell him about all of this. It's not like I've never taken one of these before. But, it's just been so long since I have and the fact that Stefan and I haven't even been trying to get pregnant and have tried to be really careful is weighing on me as I sit there with the pregnancy test in my hands, forcing myself up off the floor to take it.

After a few minutes of debating with myself, I finally push myself up off the ground and take it into my trembling hands. I hear my breath hitch inside of my throat when I sit in the bathroom for a moment and say a silent prayer that everything will be just fine before I finally take the test, setting it down with a piece of toilet paper on the counter top and wait, wait for whatever outcome the white stick in front of me, will decide for us.

Bonnie's P.O.V.

"So, aren't you going to call them and see if they even made it there safely. I mean, you're the one who told them not to worry. But, here you are, drinking before 5pm and sitting on the couch, looking like you're about to pass out from worry. Just call them, Damon." I tell him, placing the dishes in the sink, turning around to cut up some fruit for the kids when they get back from spending two hours with Caroline, who I know has probably bought both Sam and Olivia a bunch of clothes and toys that they probably don't even need.