Summary: Through an unfortunate series of events, Elena and Damon find themselves in a sticky situation.

Hey guys. I dont actually know what compelled me to start writing this strange story, but i found it in one of my writing books from a few weeks ago. I plan to make this a full blown story, instead of just a couple chapters. Please read and review; i'd definitely appreciate it.

I do not own anything vampire diaries related!

"Damon!" A husky, pained voice yelled from the bedroom. "Damon, I can feet it!" She yelled again. This time, she heard quick feet running on the hard wood floors of the Salvatore Boardinghouse. Damon was sneaking through the doorway of his bedroom, one eyebrow raised as he looked suspiciously at his girlfriend.

"Come here." She said, patting the bad. Damon immediately entered the room and sat next to her on the bed. She took his hand and placed it on the bump on her stomach, right where she had felt the last kick. His cold, pale hand grazed the skin of her exposed stomach. His eyebrows knitted curiously as he waited for something. A kick. There was a swift, hard kick right where Damon's hand was placed. Elena smiled at his strange sort of jumpy, reaction. Damon had removed his hand from her swollen belly and held it as if the kick had actually hurt him.

His intense blue eyes shifted up to her glassy brown ones, and her smile why still plastered on her face. Then, without warning, Damon jumped on top of the brunette, careful not hit her stomach, and placed kisses all over her face. Her cheek, her eyelids, her nose, her forehead, her ears, her chin, then finally the corner of her mouth, and her entire mouth. "I love you," He stopped to place kisses to her perfectly rosy lips between words. "so much." He kissed down to her neck and around her collarbone. "that it hurts." He finished, still plastering kisses all over her. She smiled against his lips. He was perfect. They were perfect together. But their whole relationship hadn't exactly turned out that way.

"Elena!" Elena Gilbert walked incredibly quickly through the Mystic Grill. Avoiding a Salvatore, Damon to be specific, was never easy. He kept up his steady walk behind her, his long strides leaving him close behind. He was basically chasing her around town like a lost puppy.

"Go away, Damon!" Elena practically yelled. She was walking entirely to fast that she bumped into Matt Donovan, taking him by surprise. "Sorry, Matt." She said, patting him on the shoulder and continuing her avoidance of Damon. Elena kept walking, ignoring the huffing vampire behind her. There was no point in drawing even more attention to them, since Elena was making quite the scene, so Damon didn't bother using his vampy speed to get in front of her.

"Elena, don't be a baby." That's when Elena stopped and turned to look at him. One eye brow was raised and her lips were pursed.

"I'm being a baby?" She demanded staring at Damon's slightly terrified looking face. He could hold his own against this teenage girl, but he didn't like it when they fought. "You're not the one with a baby inside you." She yelled. Half the bar turned to look at her. She looked around self-consciously and then back to Damon.

"No, that would just be weird." Damon stated.

"Ugh." She turned around and continued walking for the exit of the Grill. "You're ridiculous, Damon Salvatore. Ridiculous." She muttered, walking down the sidewalk towards her home. She had brought her car, but she decided walking would help get all her frustrations out. A steady pace of Damon's footsteps fell into synch with hers. "Can you be serious for like, a minute?" She asked rhetorically, but when she realized Damon would most likely spout out a reply, she held her index finger up so he could see it. "No, don't answer that." She said, listening to the click of her heeled boots on the pavement.

"Hey Elena. Look I'm sorry." He said, not speeding up at all, he was about five feet away from her still, he'd rather give her that space then get the inevitable slap across the face this soon into the relationship.

This would probably be the first time she cried since she'd gone to the doctor to confirm the positive pregnancy test she'd tried at the drug store. "You said you couldn't pro-create." She continued her pace through her tears.

"I'm dead. I can't." Damon said, sensing her sadness.

"It's your damn baby, Damon. I haven't had sex with anyone except you for the past four months. And before that!" She practically screamed. Tears fell down her cheek, and she could taste the moisture on her lips.

"Hey." He finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm, making her turn to him. "I never said that you did. I've never seen or heard about vampire pregnancies in my many decades on this earth. Hell, I've never knocked someone up before." He said, placing his hands on her cheeks. "But I'm not going anywhere."

Elena let out a deep breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. She collapsed against his chest her head hitting him hard, but her arms staying straight beside her. He wrapped his arms around her weak form. "I'm scared." She whispered sadly, her tears falling even harder.

"I know." Damon said. "I'm here." He brushed a hand through her messy brown hair.

The first time they'd had sex was a complete fluke. Her and Stefan had been on the outs for a while now. There was a night that Elena was so vulnerable, she practically threw herself at Damon, but he wouldn't ever take her like that. Out of her misery. But maybe misery loves company. A few nights later, when Elena had been able to cope better, she found herself lying flat on her bed, Damon lying beside her. They stayed like that for hours, just lying there, occasionally talking. Damon had finally propped himself up on one of his elbows facing her. She looked up at him with curiosity. Damon had rolled on top of her, placing his forearms on either side of her head. He bent down slowly for their first kiss.

Elena had responded immediately, but slowly, passionately. Damon made his way down her neck, his lips leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone and neck. Eventually, clothes had been raked off, and they ended up ling in a heap of sweaty sheets, Elena lying her head on Damon's chest. This continued on for the next few weeks, then months. Every night, she'd find him in her bed. Sometimes, they wouldn't even do anything. Just cuddle until she fell asleep. Sometimes he'd be there in the morning, sometimes he wouldn't.

But there was one thing Elena had always counted on, and will still through their crazy pregnancy. Damon Salvatore would always be there. Because he was stubborn, and he loved her.