A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 18 - The bags

Damon's P.O.V.

I didn't take my sweet ass time getting Elena's food. I ordered her food when I arrived at the restaurant and got out of there quickly. I parked in front of Elena's house behind Jenna's car and walked back into the house.

"Elena?" I called out to her.

I saw Jenna poke her head out, confused to see me.

"What are you doing here?" Jenna asked me.

I held up the bag that had the yellow smiley face and the words 'thank you' written on it. "I brought Elena food."

"Why did you bring Elena food?"

"She wanted Chinese food and I offered to get it for her. Where is she?" I asked.

She pointed to the ceiling. "She's sleeping upstairs," she said.

I frowned as I looked down at the bag. What was I supposed to do with the food now that she was sleeping?

"Leave it in the fridge," Jenna told me. "She can heat it up and eat it tomorrow."

I nodded my head and did as she said. "I'll probably swing by tomorrow," I said to Jenna as a heads up.

She nodded her head at me and an awkward silence passed between us. "Well," I cleared my throat. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

I moved over to the door and moved to open it, but stopped when Jenna called my name. I turned to her.

"Thank you," she said.

"Thank you for what?" I asked in confusion.

She crossed her arms and moved over to me with a small smile. "For taking care of my niece. You aren't as bad as I thought you'd be throughout this pregnancy and whatever you're doing is keeping her happy."

I had nothing to say. I gave Jenna a small grin and shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just taking care of her and my kid. That's all."

I saw her open her mouth to say something else but I cut her off by saying goodnight and leaving the house quickly. I didn't need Jenna analyzing why I was doing the things I was doing for Elena. I headed back home and walked past Stefan who was writing in his journal. I didn't want to drink and I didn't want to argue. I just wanted to sleep and forget about what Jenna had said.

I stripped down to my boxers and shut the lights off before climbing into my bed. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep were the sonograms of the baby. I kept them on my bedside, finding that no matter how shitty my day had been, the sonograms never failed to put a small smile on my face.

I woke up late the next day. It was twelve thirty in the afternoon when I woke up and I moved fast. I showered before dressing in my usual attire-black shirt, jeans, boots, and my black leather jacket before I stepped out of the Boarding House. I looked at my car, debating on whether I should drive to Elena's or just run. I decided running would be quicker. I was at Elena's house quickly and knocked on her door.

I waited briefly before the door opened and I grinned when I saw Elena.

"Damon I am so sorry about last night. I moved upstairs to change and-"

I cut her off, holding my hand up as I stepped in. "No need to apologize. You were probably exhausted."

"I guess I was," Elena shrugged her shoulders.

I remembered the food from last night and moved into the kitchen. I took out the plastic bag and set it down on the counter.

"What is that?" Elena asked.

"Your food from last night," I said. I looked up at her just in time to see her face light up. For a moment I found myself smiling back. She looked so happy just because of food and that's when I noticed how she really did glow.

"You saved it?"

"Yup," I said as I pulled the plastic containers out of the bag. I turned to get a plate for her and took my time plating everything. "I figured you would be hungry today and it would have been a waste to throw it all out." I looked down at the chicken and then back up at her. "Would you yell at me if I took a piece?"

She shook her head. "No, you can have some," she said.

I took one piece after I heated up the food in the microwave. I grabbed her a fork and pushed everything to her as she sat at the table. "What do you want to drink?" I asked.

She moved to stand up, saying she could get it, but I told her to relax. I asked her once more what she wanted to drink. When she said she just wanted water, I got her a tall glass of cold water and set it down next to her. I pulled the chair next to her out and sat down.

She ate quietly for a few moments before looking up at me. "Thank you for getting me the food and saving it for me, Damon."

"You don't have to thank me," I shrugged off her apology.

"I don't but I want to, so I am," Elena chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at her. "How's the food? Was it everything you ever wanted?"

"Yes. My stomach, the baby, and I are happy now."

I chuckled a little. I looked into the living room and frowned when I saw the bags still there. Elena had hit the nail right on the head when she said she felt as if Stefan was buying her things because he felt like he needed too. I felt the exact same way. In my eyes Stefan looked at this pregnancy as a competition between him and I. I rolled my eyes as I thought of how immature he was.

"What's wrong?"

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Elena ask me what was wrong. I gave her a weird look, pushing away my feelings of aggravation over the bags. "Nothing's wrong. Do you need more water, prego?"

"No I don't need water. There's something wrong," she said.

"Nothing is wrong, Elena," I rolled my eyes and pushed the chair out, standing up straight. I groaned and realized she wasn't going to stop asking me questions when she stood up.

"You're mad because Stefan bought me the books and the clothes, aren't you?"

"That is the last thing on my list of things to be mad about," I muttered to her. "He's your boyfriend. He can buy you things if he wants to."

"But he isn't the Father of the baby," she said.

"So what are you saying, Elena?" I looked down at her, my forehead creased in confusion. "Are you trying to say that you don't want him buying you things?"

"You're the one who doesn't want him buying me things. I could tell when you first saw the bags yesterday and I could tell today when you frowned before as you looked at them."

"No. He can buy you things. I may be the Father but that doesn't allow me to stop him from buying you things," I said. I stepped closer to her and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're the one who doesn't feel comfortable."

She frowned and I tried not to pay attention to the way she moved her cheek into my hand as it rested on the side of her face. "I don't know why I don't feel comfortable," she whispered.

I sighed and noticed how tired she sounded. "What time did you get up this morning?" I asked her.

"Early. I was up at five thirty and I couldn't go back to sleep," she yawned.

I chuckled and picked her up. She gasped a little but I ignored that as I carried her up the stairs and into her room.

"What are you doing, Damon?" she asked.

"Putting you in bed. You need to take a nap," I said. I pulled back the covers and laid her down in bed.

"Thank you, Damon," Elena whispered as her eyes closed.

I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, smiling a little when she smiled. I waited until she was asleep before I left, having a strong feeling that her confusion wouldn't be over anytime soon.