A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 26 - Theories

Damon's P.O.V.

One week.

It had been one week since I saw Elena.

It had been one week since I spoke to Elena.

It had been one week since I kissed Elena.

It had been one week since I threw myself into the plans of a baby shower for Elena.

Elena, Elena, Elena, Elena.

I could only imagine how pissed she had to be at me. I had been ignoring her phone calls. I deleted the text messages she sent me. Maybe I was being a dick, but I knew that I couldn't talk to her just yet.

You may be sitting there going, "Damon you are such an ass. Talk to Elena. Damon she is pregnant with your child. You have to talk to her. Stop ignoring her Damon." Maybe I shouldn't be ignoring her, but maybe Elena shouldn't have kissed me and fucked with my head.

I kicked my chair furiously and stood up, pouring myself another glass of bourbon. It had to have been my tenth one that day. I'll admit that I was avoiding Elena. I had to avoid her. I shook my head as I stood in front of the blazing fire in the fireplace, lifting the glass up to my lips to take a slow sip.

In my defense, I was avoiding her for two reasons and one of them was a good reason. I couldn't have her finding out anything about the baby shower. That had to be a complete and total surprise. Last week after I drank for a whole day, I called up Caroline and Bonnie. We then began to set up her baby shower that would take place in two days.

I didn't realize what I was getting myself into until I had to drive to Caroline's house and spend the entire day there under the watchful and judgey eyes of Bonnie Bennett.
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Flashback

"She's having a girl so the decorations need to be pink," Caroline said excitedly.

"Pink isn't the only color for girls, Caroline. They decorations can be purple or maybe a nice shade of green," Bonnie said.

"No," Caroline shook her head. "Green is a color that people use when they have no idea what they are having. We know for a fact that Elena is having a girl, so we're using pink."

"Pink is such a stereotype color, though!" Bonnie argued.

This is what women argued over. I rolled my eyes and stepped into the conversation by saying, "Pink and purple decorations. You both win. What are we doing for food?"

"The Grill can cater," the witch suggested.

"I am not having them cater a baby shower for Elena and my baby. That's like going to a dinner for a wedding," I spat.

"So what other suggest do you have, Damon?" Bonnie glared at me.

"I'll cook," I shrugged my shoulders.

"You cook?" Caroline laughed.

"I'm Italian. What do you think?

"Okay fine. You can cook the food. Make Elena's favorites but make sure it's everything she can eat. I'll get the cake from the bakery. Bonnie how has the registry been going?"

"It's been good," Bonnie said as she looked at the registry on her laptop. "All of the necessary stuff like bottles, clothes, a car seat, etcetera have been purchased except for a crib."

"I've got the crib," I said. "Both of them actually."

"You're getting her two cribs?" Bonnie asked.