What's wrong with me? (TVD fanfic)

Swear to spend your eternity with me?

“BRING ME FOOD!” I’ve gotten so demanding this past week. Literally I don’t mean to sound like a bitch but that’s how I’m acting. Before I could even complain about the fact that no one was listening in ran Damon with a sleeping Emelia lay in his arms. 

“Do you mind not shouting? We have a sleeping princess right here and I don’t think she wants to be awoken from her slumber just yet.” He whispered.

“Oh shit—I mean sorry, but please bring me some chips and dip? I’m starving!” Maybe starving was an exaggeration, I ate like an hour ago but I’m so hungry I don’t know what’s wrong with me? I never had this problem with Lia.

It took Damon all of two minutes to get me my food, his excuse for taking so long was ‘I’m putting Lia down for a nap’ Good enough for me, if It means I can stay in bed all day and not move then I’ll accept any excuses. My feet ache, my head aches and worst of all my stomach aches. I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks. 

Using my iPhone camera I stared at my reflection, my once bright blue eyes had faded and usually bright face was dull and lethargic. Some things not right. I know it. I’ve never been utterly repulsed by my own reflection before, this is new to me. 

“Damon? Why didn’t you tell me I’d gotten so tired and ill looking? Ugh I understand why you’ve not been around that much…” 

“Baby, listen to yourself. I’ve not been around because I’ve been looking after Lia, my other princess. You need sleep and rest and she needs feeding and caring for as well and I’m happy to do it. You look beautiful, always have always will.” His muscular arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me in for a hug. Usually I’d hate to be moved but right now I need the love and attention. I know he doesn’t mean to leave me alone, I know he’s caring for my daughter but I just wish he’d spend more time with me. 

I grabbed the side of his face and pulled it toward mine, our lips collided in a moment of passion, and his tongue traced my bottom lip begging for entry, which I gladly allowed. The slightest touch of his skin on mine made my heart beat on double time. Tiny electric shocks pulsed through my body I missed his touch, if anything I craved it.

To my dismay he pulled away from me, our eyes bore into each other and in that moment I was pretty content. Part of me had hoped he would’ve kissed me more, made it last longer but if that had happened then I wouldn’t have listened to what he was about to say…

“Elle Sophia Gilbert. You’re my soul mate. I’ve never been so sure of my love for someone in my entire life. You complete me. Have you heard that quote about the moon? It compares a person to the moon and how part of them is always hidden away just like the moon. Well, I- uh. When I’m with you I feel like I don’t need to hide anymore, like I can be myself and you can be yourself. What I’m trying to say is that I Love You and would love if you would be my beautiful wife…You don’t have to...” Damon slowly kneeled down to on the floor next to the bed, out of his bed side table drawer he pulled a small square. As he began to open the box his hands trembled, until finally I saw to delicate diamond ring sitting snuggly in the middle of it.

Tears spilled down my face racing to fall on to the puffy pillow case, this can’t be happening. I love how awkward I make him feel, it gives me the hope that he doesn’t want to let me go. I want him to be mine and I want to be his. Forever.

“I would love to be your wife Mr.Salvatore, only if you’ll be my husband. Only if you swear to spend your eternity with me.”

“I swear.”

[I Smell a wedding in the very distant future!]