Beautiful Accident

Chapter 20: Future Past

Elena was sitting on the living room couch, nervously tapping with her foot on the ground. She could have felt the depth in the soft leather of the couch, depth her and Stefan made. She could have felt the warmth of it, and the shape of her back as she leaned down on the back of the couch.

"I was full of depths" - Stefan told her once while kissing the sensitive spots of her neck -"I tried to ignore them, to walk over them, to bury them, but no matter how hard I tried, they were always there" - he moved her silky vanilla scent chestnut hair from her shoulders so he can have a better view of her swan like neck on which his lips landed so sweetly - "And then you came around" - his hands travel to her back, his fingers following the line of her spine - "Accidentally, on purpose, by faith or by coincidence, you filled me" - she releases a silent moan, and she doesn't do it because his lips were made for her skin, or because his words were there for only her to hear, or a little bit of both - "You complete me" - he pulled his finger over her collar bone, feeling her fragile bones under her skin, and he wonders how can someone so weak be so strong -"And you gave me these two beautiful girls. We created them. Someone who has a little bit of me and you in themselves. Two copies" - he makes her smile - "And I.." - he starts, love you so much almost slipping out of his mouth, but he decides to savor it for another occasion - "Feel so blessed to have you in my life"- he says instead as his lips travel to hers, and from that moment on, no words at all are needed.

Elena looks at her daughters, sleeping on the couch, close to each other, wrapped in their matching yellow, fuzzy blankets. When she was younger, all of the babies seemed the same to her. Like little, crumbly potatoes. So when she found out she's carrying twins, she was afraid she will not know how to tell the difference between them. But she knows. A mother always does. As much as they're alike, they're also different. In little things. While sleeping, Lara always has her fingers clenched into a fist, and Emily's palms are open, her hands usually above her head. Lara is loud, and when she smiles, she has a mischievous look on her face, like she's planning something, but Emily looks so much like a doll, with a half smile frozen on her face.

Stefan sat on the couch next to her, putting his hand on her knee to calm her leg down.

"Everything is going to be okay" - he said as one of his earth shattering, breathtaking, you-stole-my-much-needed-air-supply kisses landed on the corner of her lips.

She turns her head around, looking worried, even though there's a hint of a smile on her face. "But what if it's not okay?" - she asks with a shaky voice.

The corners of his lips turn into a smile, and he shakes his head lightly. "It will be" - he caresses her cheek with his thumb. She closes her eyes and leans her head closer to his hand, until his palm is wide open and her head is resting on it. Her body is stiff, he can feel it, even though her body is not pressing next to his. He can feel her energy. He can always feel her. When she's about to walk into the room, when he's about to walk into the room she's in. He can feel her even when he can't see her. Sometimes he's walking down the halls of a hospital, her face pops into his mind, and he can feel her close near him.

No matter how far she is, she is always with him.

"If not, you can always blame it on me" - he says to make her loosen up, and he succeeds - she laughs. She thinks about his tempting offer, but after only few seconds of pondering, she disregards it. She could never blame him for anything except for making her happier than she's been in a long while. "I can play a villain" - he says through laughter, and his laugh makes her laugh.

She raises her head and opens her eyes before cocking her eyebrow at him. "You?" - she says like she can't even imagine it, and she can't. She puts one of her legs on his other side and sits in his lap. He can feel her buttocks on his kneecaps, and before she knows it he straightens himself up and his hands are wandering all over her waist and above her butt. She smiles as she leans her lips on his forehead, leaving a print of her smile on his skin. "You could never pass by as bad" - she throws her arms around his neck and starts playing with the hem of his shirt on the back.