Delena pregnancy story

Chapter 5- MONTH THREE

I was sick. I was loosing weight fast. My cheekbones were clearly sticking out, my under eye circles were noticeable. I looked dead and felt dizzy whenever I stood up. My stomach was now the size of a small watermelon. I could barely stand without feeling like I wanted to faint. Damon was worried, he didn't say it but I could tell. I went through at least twelve blood bags a day to just throw it back up. Is it wrong I'm starting to regret this? I was miserable, sick. I then felt a sudden kick and grabbed me stomach, Damon zoomed in and sat next to me, with his hand on my back he looked up at me with great concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?!" He said. His eyes were big, bigger then they had ever been, bluer.

I then realized our baby wasn't trying to her hurt me, it was kicking, for the first time. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Elena. What's wrong?!" He said agian with more concern in his voice.

"Feel." Was all I said. I slowly brought his hand closer and laid it on my stomach.

The baby started kicking harder at the touch of his hand, I smiled bigger.

"He's kicking." I said while smiling, We thought it was a boy for some weird reason.

Damon smiled and repeated. "He's kicking."

The baby started moving more, a lot more, like he was excited and knew Damon was there. I giggled and looked down at my stomach "he's really excited!"

Damon smiled and then kissed my watermelon shaped belly.

That moment was ruined by me speeding to the toilet for the 500th time to empty all the blood I've had today, Damon followed after me. I started to cry, It shouldn't be like this, I shouldn't be this sick. Damon rubbed my back and held my hair back for me. My hair, was thin. It didn't have its natural shine or thickness it usually had.

DAMONS P.O.V

I was worried, really worried about Elena. She was always tired and weak, her legs were sticks and her elbows were sticking out way more then they were a few days ago. She couldn't keep blood down either. But I felt it kick. I felt my soon to be son or daughter kick for the first time. We didn't know what was happening, we didn't know what the baby was, we didn't know anything and we needed answers. She looked as if she was seven months pregnant, but it's only been three months. I helped her back into bed, then laid next to her. She started to cry.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"

She shook her head. "It's just, Damon, I'm dying"

What?

No she wasn't.

"What? What are you talking about?" I said.

"My body, it's shutting down, I can feel it." She sobbed.

I shook my head and held her hand "No, your not, Elena. I won't let that happen"

"Damon you can't change it!" She looked away from me

"Hey, look at me," I said as i gently touched her chin and motioned it towards me "I will not let that happen, everything's gonna be okay, I promise you, Elena."

"We need to call Bonnie" she muttered out.

I nodded "okay, Bonnie, I'll call Bonnie" I kissed her head and went out to call Bonnie.

ELENAS P.O.V

I was dying, I could feel it. Maybe Bonnie could dig up something about this, she knows a lot or maybe she could contact some dead witches. I was hoping this would work.

She was our only hope.

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