Reckless Minds

Paris

Well, it's safe to say we've been bouncing from hotel to hotel and I'm still receiving silent treatment from Elena. We looked at available houses in Paris mostly because we asked Ember to pick a city and- boom, there you have it. The only time Elena really talked to me was when we were actually picking out the house. We found an amazing one with a huge window of the view of the Eiffel Tower. Boosted the price up, but still affordable. We soon cross the border into Paris and Elena smiles at everything. She gently strokes the bump, then she laughs.

"He's being a lot more active today." Meredith feels around her stomach.

"He's moving into the next position. You'll be feeling the next one at around 7 months then we'll be able to probably tell when you'll go into labor by how much he's moving."

"And we all know that I am so pleasant during labor." I laugh a little.

"Wait what happened?" Ember asks. Elena and I exchange looks.

"Well, when your Mom first went into labor, while we were waiting to get to a room, she said, 'I hate you Damon Salvatore,' and when I asked her what I did, she responded, 'You got me pregnant that's what you did!'"

"And you managed to do it once more, which we are seeing." She motions to the medium bump carrying our son.

"Yes, but we waited 13 years. Yet that was not our fault." Ember laughs and Elena smiles a little at me. She takes my hand and guides it to where our son is moving.

"Doesn't that feel weird, Mom?"

"When I first felt you move I started freaking out because I actually forgot for once second that you were in my belly, so when I popped up freaking out in the middle of the night because something was moving, guess what your Dad does?"

"He laughed at you?"

"Yes," she moves her gaze over to me, "he did." I smirk at her and she moves her gaze away from me.

After about a 20 minute drive, we find our way to the house.

"I think I saw the Louvre when we were driving, Mom."

"Well, we can go at anytime we want. Let's get settled first." I kiss the top of her head and she smiles. Elena pulls her bag out of the trunk.

"I can get that for you."

"I'm okay." She takes it inside and I sigh.

"Dad, she's not going to stop being angry at you because you offer to take her bag inside. I mean, you've basically told her that you don't give a damn what she thinks."

"Watch your mouth."

"I'm 14, I really don't want to get into this right now. You're already fighting with Mom." She walks inside and I groan.

"Meredith, I'm a sucky husband and father."

"No you're not. You're just trying to protect them. I can understand that. But you have to realize that your feelings for Elena aren't one sided anymore. She loves you as much as you love her." She goes inside and I grab my bag and follow. I go up the stairs and I find Elena in our room. She turns around when I walk in then goes back to putting clothes in the closet. After about 10 minutes I sigh.

"This is killing me, Elena." She keeps absently folding clothes. I walk over to her.

"Elena..." She turns around to face me.

"What?" I gently touch her face.

"Please, please talk to me." She gulps then nods, but tears quickly fill her eyes and she shakes her head.