The Beginning Of Our Forever [1]

27. The Beginning Of Our Forever

Elena took a deep breath.

'Home at last' she thought, surveying the enormous Salvatore house that stood before her. After the crazy events that had peppered the past few days, Elena was glad to be back in the safest place she knew with the person that she felt safest with. She turned her head sideways and listened for any noise coming from inside the house.

Not a peep. The house was Mikaelson free. Just the way she liked it.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Damon shouted from behind Elena. Elena whipped her head around and saw that Damon was wrestling with all of Elena's hospital bags and the shopping bags that were piled up in the boot of his car. Just as Damon managed to get a grip of all of the bags, a box of cookies fell out from one of the bags. Damon looked down at them helplessly, unable to bend down and pick them up.

"I don't suppose you could pick that up for me?" Damon smirked. Elena walked over and knelt in-front of Damon, picking the squashed packet of cookies off of the floor.

"You do know that I am capable of helping? I'm not completely useless," Elena laughed, heaving herself to her feet.

"I know. But the nurse said I have to look after you and make sure you don't overdo it. So this is me, taking care of you," Damon smiled proudly, leaning forward and kissing Elena on the forehead before waddling to the front door of the house.

Elena shut the boot of Damon's car and then followed Damon towards the house, rolling her eyes as she watched him push the door open with his foot and then thrust the side of his hip into it to open it further. Damon immediately dropped all of the bags onto the floor of the foyer, before taking a look around the living room in case there were any Mikaelsons lurking around.

"So...." Damon beamed, waving his arm around at the living room. Elena shut the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, placing the box of cookies down next to the rest of the shopping.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" Elena inquired, unable to notice anything different about the living room.

"Well apart from the beautiful lack of Mikaelsons, I've organised a few surprises for you," Damon replied intriguingly, wrapping his arm around Elena's waist and pulling her into the side of his body. He nestled his head into the warmest part of the skin on her neck and rested his lips there, for just a second longer than Elena's heart though it could take.
"Welcome home Princess," he mumbled, before pressing his lips into Elena's neck and pulling her closer towards him.

Elena closed her eyes and let herself be drawn into Damon's kisses, each one pulling at her heart stronger than the one before. She raised a hand and slowly managed to prise Damon's lips away from her neck, pulling them to her lips instead. Each movement of Damon's lips drew her in closer, until she was close enough that Damon picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She allowed herself to be carried, anywhere and everywhere he was going to take her. Not once did she open her eyes, for fear of falling out of of this dream-like moment. It was only when Damon stopped walking and placed Elena down, that she opened her eyes.

Damon had sat her down on a worktop in the kitchen, surrounded by flowers.

Every inch of the kitchen was covered in vases filled with the most exquisite flowers she had ever seen. Elena's eyes were blinded by colour, from the beautiful bouquets of red and white roses, huge bunches of the brightest sunflowers to a huge trail of pure pink petals of cherry blossoms that trailed all around the kitchen, stopping at all the flowers that Elena didn't even know the names of. Elena's eyes filled with tears, as words seemed to evaporate from her mouth. Damon chewed on the inside of his lip anxiously, waiting for Elena to say something.