A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 6 - Our baby

Damon's P.O.V.

Telling Stefan that Elena was pregnant went just as I had expected it to go. After how he reacted at Elena's house, I knew I couldn't stay at the Boarding House. Stefan would kill me the next time he saw me. I didn't have a death wish.

I rushed upstairs into my room and grabbed a bag. I zipped it open and tossed it onto my bed. I packed a few shirts and pants as quickly as I could. My main goal was to get out as soon as possible to avoid a run in with my baby brother.

After I was packed and had the bag in my hand, I realized I had nowhere to go. In my haste to get a bag together, I never thought of a place to stay. My best option was to go over to Alaric's place and ask if I could stay a couple of days. I figured he would have no problem with that so I ran over there fast.

It was pretty late, but I didn't give a shit. Alaric wouldn't be sleeping anyway. I knocked on his door a few times. "Open up, it's me."

Alaric opened the door and I grinned at him, "Hello best friend!"

I strolled into the apartment with my bag and dropped it to the floor next to the couch. As if I lived there, I strolled over to where he kept his alcohol and worked on pouring him and myself a drink.

"It's eleven at night and you're here making drinks," Alaric pointed out.

"Very good observation, Mr. Saltzman!" I held out the glass to him and shook it at him.

He took it from my hands and tapped my glass with his before taking a sip.

I moved into the living room and sat on the couch, kicking my feet up to rest on the coffee table. I took a sip from my glass and cleared my throat, "So Ric, any idea if Isobel has any research on witches?"

"No. Not that I know if, at least," he answered. The way his head was angled told me that he was confused about the question I asked.

"Well is there anyway you can check?"

"All of Isobel's research is locked in my desk at the school. I go through it occasionally whenever I get a chance. Why are you interested in Isobel's research again?"

"Just being a Nosey Norton," I shrugged my shoulders as I took another sip.

"What's going on, Damon?" Alaric asked.

I gave him a blank look, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He sat on the chair across from the couch while laughing, "I'm a history teacher by day and a vampire hunter by night. I have a vampire best friend and I used to be married to a woman who was turned by that best friend into a vampire. Hit me with your best shot."

I knew I could trust Alaric. I knew that unless I said it was okay, he wouldn't tell anyone about Elena, not even Jenna. I finished off my drink before coming clean with him. "Elena's pregnant."

Alaric looked at me, laughing slowly, but stopped when he realized I was serious. "Get the fuck out of here," he gasped.

I looked at my glass and realized I was going to need another drink to help me deal with telling Alaric everything.

"Elena is pregnant. Knocked up. Has a bun in the oven," I turned to look at him. "Catch my drift?"

"That's not possible," Alaric stammered.

"You know I said the exact same thing when I found out!" I said as I poured my second drink.

"How can she be pregnant? Stefan's a vampire. That can't happen."

I laughed obnoxiously. To me, it was hysterical that Alaric automatically thought it was Stefan's baby. At the same time, though, it pissed me off. I looked at him with dark eyes and tightened my grip on the glass. "The baby isn't Stefan's, Ric. The baby is mine," I confessed.

Alaric and I stared at each other for a moment. I could see the wheels in his head spinning as he tried to make sense of what I just told him. I moved back to the couch and sat down with my elbows rested on my knees, holding the glass in my hands. I rocked the glass back and forth slowly, watching as the liquid swished.

"Hold on. How the hell is Elena pregnant with your baby? What the hell happened? What haven't you told me, Damon?" Alaric shouted at me.

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to cool down. I couldn't have him staking me or stabbing me with a vervain dart for sleeping with his girlfriend's niece. That would help absolutely nothing. "Are you good?" I asked after a moment.

"You need to tell me everything, Damon," Alaric demanded, "And you need to tell me now."

"Alright." I leaned forward and drank the entire contents of my glass before slamming it down onto the coffee table. "A few months ago in December, I was doing my usual thing at the Grill when this weird woman came up to me. She said a whole bunch of shit that isn't important enough to remember right now, but then she cut to the interesting stuff. She told me that I was a great person and that great changes will be coming my way."

"Very nice story but that doesn't explain how Elena is pregnant!"

I held up a finger and shook it, "Ah, ah, ah! Let me finish. I walked away from her because at that point, I thought she was crazy. I didn't walk away without finishing my drink. Elena walked in a few minutes later after getting into a fight with my wonderful little brother. We ended up drinking, got completely shit faced, and that led to sex."

"But you're a vampire. You shouldn't be able to procreate," Alaric stuttered with his words.

"I know I shouldn't," I snapped. I sat back on the couch and ran a hand through my hair. "I did though. The woman at the bar was a witch and she slipped me a fertility potion. I didn't notice. If I had did, Elena and I wouldn't be in this position now." I looked up at him, "It sucks, Ric."

He sat down in a chair and mimicked my actions by running his hand through his hair. "Did you guys tell Stefan? What about Jenna? Does she know?"

"The only people that know are you, Bonnie, Caroline, and Stefan. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'm guessing when you told Stefan, he flipped out," Alaric assumed.

"Ding, ding, ding. Give him a prize," I looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. "Is it alright if I stay here?"

"Yeah. Yeah," Alaric nodded his head and stood up quickly. "I'm going to go to bed. You can take the couch or the guest room. We'll uh, we'll talk more about this tomorrow because right now, I just...yeah."

I had to laugh a little bit as Alaric walked out of the room. He really had no idea what to say about this. I decided to be nice and leave him alone for the night. I kicked my shoes off and threw my legs onto the couch. I looked up at the ceiling with my arms behind my head as I laid down.

"I'm going to be a Dad," I whispered into the darkness.

I was pretty sure Stefan wanted me dead for getting his girlfriend pregnant. I knew for sure her friends, with the exception of Caroline, would want me dead if they ever found out. Jenna would definitely try to kill me too. Despite all of this, Elena was pregnant with my baby. I loved Elena. Her being pregnant with my baby made me slightly happy. I smiled as I thought of Elena and the baby. Our baby.