A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 9 - Everything would be okay

Elena's P.O.V.

Damon picked me up from the floor and carried me out to his car. He explained to anyone who asked if I was okay that I had food poisoning. I wish that was the case. He buckled me into the passenger seat of his car before getting into the driver's seat. I took notice of the fact that he was driving slower than he usually did and I was thankful for that. I didn't think I could handle any type of speed in my condition.

We didn't talk during the car ride. He kept his eyes on the road and I kept my eyes on the passing trees. He was taking me home, but I didn't want to go home. I looked over at him to tell him that.

After a moment, he glanced over at me with a blank expression. "You have to go home, Elena," he said.

He was right. Damon was always right. I just didn't want to admit it most of the times. Even though I didn't want to go home, I had to go home. Jenna would be there and I needed to talk to her. I needed to explain myself. I needed to know that she would be there for me. At the Grill, it seemed like she really did hate me. To even think that my Aunt, one of the few family members I had left, hated me was horrible. I hoped Damon was right about her. I hoped that she didn't hate me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she did.

He pulled up in front of my house and shut the car off. The lights were on and Jenna's car was in front of Damon's. She was home. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, Damon following me.

We walked up the path and up the porch steps. I held my hand out over the doorknob, but couldn't find the ability to open it.

"You don't have to go in right now," Damon whispered softly. "I'll sit outside with you for a little bit if you want."

I let out a breath I didn't even knew I was holding and nodded. He nodded too and we turned our backs to the door to sit on the steps. I looked up at the night sky. "Why did this happen to us?" I asked quietly. I hadn't meant to ask it out loud. I thought it was only in my mind.

I looked over at Damon and could tell that he had been asking himself that same question. Neither of us had the answer though. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm scared, Damon," I admitted to him.

"Scared of what?"

"Of being alone," I said quietly. "I'm seventeen years old and I'm pregnant. All of these scenarios keep running through my mind and they're terrifying me. What if Aunt Jenna doesn't want to help me take care of the baby and leaves me to handle it by myself? What if Jeremy, Bonnie, and Caroline go off and live their lives? What if Stefan doesn't want to be with me anymore because I cheated on him? And...and what if you decide that you don't want the baby?" The last question I asked quietly. I looked down at the ground and finished what I had to say, "I can't blame any of you if that happens and I'm so afraid of all of that happening."

"Elena you're talking crazy talk," he muttered under his breath. His hand went under my chin and he gently lifted my head up. Our eyes met. "None of us are going to leave you alone. Your family and your friends love you too much to do that. Are you going to have to do some things by yourself? Probably, but all parents have to do that, don't they? They won't abandon you. They would never do that," he said softly.

I never pulled my eyes away from his soft blue ones. I cleared my throat, prepared to hear his answer for my next question, "And what about you Damon?"

I watched as he wrinkled his forehead, his eyes still soft. He opened his mouth once or twice, but never answered me. He was thinking hard. After a while, he gave me a small smile. "That baby is mine too. I'm not going anywhere. I hate to break it to you, but you're stuck with me," Damon chuckled.

He leaned in and my eyes floated shut as his lips touched my forehead. Damon was telling the truth as always. No one would be leaving me, not even him. That made me feel more relaxed and I suddenly felt better.

Damon pulled away and stood up, helping me up in the process. The front door opened and Alaric stepped out.

"Hey you two," he said.

I waved at him but said nothing.

"Do you need a ride home?" Damon asked.

Alaric nodded and moved over to us. He gave me a hug and told me that Jenna was waiting for me inside. Alaric said goodnight and Damon did as well before the two of them headed into Damon's car. I watched Damon drive away before I walked into the house, closing the front door behind me.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Jenna sitting down at the table, a cup of coffee resting in between her hands. Both of us said nothing to each other as I sat across from her.

A few minutes passed before Jenna spoke. "I feel like I've failed at being a good guardian," Jenna said.

"Jenna..."

She held up one and hand, but never looked at me, and cleared her throat, "Let me finish, Elena. Miranda and Grayson chose me to be the guardian of you and Jeremy in the will. I don't know why they did. I fought it. I said that I wasn't a good option. It couldn't be changed and I promised that I would try my best to take care of you two. I feel like I've failed that." She looked up at me and I saw a few tears. "Elena how could this have happened? You're so much smarter than this," she cried.

I nodded, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. Seeing her cry made me cry and I hated that. "It was a mistake, Jenna. Stefan and I got into a fight and after, I left to go to the Grill. I wanted to hang out with someone to make me forget but no one was there. Damon showed up and both of us got really drunk then it happened. It was stupid. I was stupid. I didn't want this to happen," I explained.

"Have you told Stefan?" Jenna asked after a while.

"Yes," I said quietly. "Damon and I told him last night. He didn't take it well but he's going to be there for me."

"And Damon? What about him?" she muttered under her breath.

I sighed. I knew she hated Damon and I knew that she expected him to walk away. Everyone probably did, but I knew differently. "Damon's staying," I said confidently. "Damon is a lot of things, but this is his baby. He's going to be there for it and he's going to be there for me too."

"So you're keeping it?"

"Of course I'm keeping it, Aunt Jenna. It's my baby." A tear fell from my eyes and slowly slid down my cheek as Jenna looked at me. "I'm terrified and so many other things but I'm keeping it and I really need all of the help I can get. Please don't give up on me, Aunt Jenna," I cried.

Jenna pushed her chair back as I started to cry and rushed over to me, wrapping me in her arms. She stroked my hair as I cried, as I hoped that this meant she wouldn't be leaving me.

"You know I'm going to be here for you, Elena," she whispered into my hair. She kissed my head and held me tighter. "I love you. I'm not going to abandon you."

She loved me. She didn't hate me. My friends were going to stick by my side, along with Jeremy. Stefan didn't hate me either and he was going to stick with me. Damon wasn't leaving and was going to stay to help out with his baby.

Maybe everything would be okay.