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Someone like you

Chapter 1

'They say memories fade away'

Her heart drummed in her chest, sweat drops running down her skin and mingling with the ones on his bare chest. Her body drowned in pleasure as he drove them to the edge, making the tips of her hair the beginning and his toes the end.

"You're mine now."

Her soul jumped in joy, feeling its other half on the other side of her skin. Her heart started beating more frantically, hearing the voice it had been made to love. Her brown doe eyes locked with the ones of the man above her.

And as she stared into the ocean blue eyes above her, she couldn't imagine ever belonging to someone else.

"Forever."

"Mommy?"

Elena's eyes started fluttering, feeling the tiny fingers claw into her arm. A yawn escaped her as she opened her brown eyes completely and focused on the five-year-old boy next to her.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

She chuckled as her boy mimicked the words she would always use in the morning to get him out of bed. With a sigh she pushed herself up against the headboard and took the boy in her arms, showering the side of his face with kisses.

"Mommmyyy!" His laughter filled the room while he tried to squirm his way out of her embrace.

"Mommy wants a hug." She ruffled his chestnut hair. "A big hug."

A smile came across the five-year-olds face as he reached up and wrapped his small arms around neck, tightly pushing his body against her chest. She laughed and wrapped her own arms around him, stroking the fabric of his green shirt.

"That's what I call a hug." She pecked his cheek.

"Good hug?" His face lit up while he pulled his arms back.

"A very good hug."

He jumped off the bed and ran into the master bathroom. Elena shook her head in amusement and got out the bed, changing her blue nightwear into a black dress with a seam that stopped halfway her thighs.

"You okay, buddy?"

She approached him from behind and watched him brushing his teeth. He nodded his head fiercely as she filled a glass with water so he could rinse.

"Whrr ditttnt yuhh...wkke mii pp?"

She laughed and handed him the glass. "Let's try that again when your mouth is empty."

He took the glass from her and rinsed his mouth. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Sorry, buddy." She stroked the pieces of hair that fell on his forehead to the side. "Mommy didn't hear the alarm."

"Have you been dreaming again?" His wide eyes looked up at her. "You're always dreaming when you don't hear your alarm."

"Yeah..." She nodded her head sadly. "I was dreaming."

"Good or bad dream?"

"Good dream."

Her voice was barely a whisper, remembering the dream she had woken up from a few minutes ago. The same dreams that had been haunting her for the past five years, remembering her every night of what once had been.

Her heart squeezed together in her chest as she faced reality again, seeing her son's eyes study her face, knowing which man was waiting for her downstairs.

"You can always sleep with me if you have a bad dream." His little fingers squeezed her hand. "Like I sleep with you and daddy when I have a bad dream."

"I love you, buddy." She placed a kiss on his crown. "You know that, right?"

He nodded his head while a smile spread on his face. "Love you too, mommy."

She took a minute to savor the moment before walking back to the bedroom. "So where do I have to pick you up?"

"Mommy." He rolled his eyes. "I told you a thousand times, at Emma's."

"Right." She nodded, pulling on her boots. "I thought you hated Emma?"

"That was last week, now I like her." A devilish grin spread across his face, a look she knew all too well. "She started wearing super short skirts."

"Liam Salvatore." A gasp left her throat. "Who teaches you these things?"

He stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, biting his lip, being his cute little self. It was at these moments she knew just how much he had her wrapped around his little finger. While any other mother would chastity him for his words, she couldn't help but laugh.

It was at the same moments she wanted to hide him from the world, knowing it would only bring him pain. That he would grow up and get his heart broken, something she never wanted him to experience. The thing that would make the smile disappear from his face, the same thing that would take his innocence away.

"You're not staying over at Auntie Caroline's anymore." She pointed her finger at him", because I know exactly where you got that from."

He let out one of his dirty giggles and ran out of the bedroom, keeping the smile plastered on his face. She sighed and walked after him, descending the stairs with that pit in her stomach, the pit that had become the sign for the one emotion she always felt while reaching the bottom of the stairs.

Disappointment.

"Good morning." His green eyes lit up while she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning." She pecked his cheek, knowing he would expect her to.

"I made pancakes." He turned his body around so he could wrap his arms around her waist.

She smiled at him, wondering why he didn't make her heart beat faster anymore, why her body didn't tingle in anticipation like it used to. Her eyes took in his face, remembering the time where she thought it were the most beautiful features she had ever seen, only to be proven wrong so many years later.

"I'm sure Liam would like some." She entangled their bodies and poured herself some coffee. "I have to leave for work."

"He already had breakfast." His smile faltered, scanning her face nervously. "You forgot what day it is, didn't you?"

"No. I know exactly what day it is." She picked her briefcase up from the ground. "Five years ago you proposed."

"Is there something wrong with you?" His eyebrows knitted together. "You're distant this morning."

"I'm sorry." She let out an exaggerated sigh. "It's just I'm late for work, I still have to drop Liam off at school and I don't get why someone wants to celebrate their proposal anniversary."

"I thought it could be special." He shrugged. "Guess I was wrong."

"It was a nice gesture." She kissed him briefly, knowing it would soothe him. "We'll celebrate tonight."

"I'll make dinner." His green eyes lit up again. "It will be ready once you get home."

"I'll be a bit later than usual." She looked around in the room, searching for the little boy.

"This isn't like five years ago, is it?" He whispered, looking at her like she committed a crime. "You being late again..?"

"Stefan." She looked at him in horror. "We said we wouldn't talk about that anymore. I made a mistake and you said you could forgive me. We moved on and we have a son."

"I know, I know." He held his hands up in surrender. "But you can't blame me for letting it cross my mind."

"Actually I can." She breathed. "We've been married for almost five years and you still don't know you can trust me. I promised you I would never make that mistake again."

"I'm sorry." He put his hands on her arms and started rubbing them, trying to soothe her. "I trust you."

"I just have to pick up Liam at Emma's, she lives on the other side of town. That's why I'll be late."

"Now I feel horrible." He shook his head at her, guilt filling his eyes. "I'm so sorry for doubting you."

"Never mind, I'm running late." She turned around again, grabbing her car keys from the counter. "Liam, are you ready?"

"Ready." He wobbled into the kitchen, carrying a huge flower pot in his tiny arms.

"What are you going to do with those?" Elena exclaimed, frowning her eyebrows at her son.

"They're for Emma." He smiled at her, giving her an innocent look. "Every man brings flowers when he takes a girl out."

"But you're not dating yet." She rolled her eyes. "You're only five years old for Christ's sake."

"But doesn't it count if we're staying in?" He batted his eyelashes.

"Don't be a smarty pants." Her eyes narrowed. "How did you even get those?"

"Auntie Bonnie took me to visit her grandmother."

"AT THE GRAVEYARD?"

"All her grandparents live at the graveyard." He shrugged indifferently.

"Put that down now." She pointed from the flower pot to the ground. "How am I going to explain this to your aunt?"

"Don't." He lifted his tiny shoulders. "It's not like her grandmother will notice."

"Get in the car!"

"You look happy." The chipper blond turned around as she walked in the office.

"Turns out my son is not only a womanizer but a grave robber too." She let out a sigh, throwing her briefcase on her desk.

"What did he do now?" Her blond curls danced around her round face as she sat down on her own desk, preparing herself for the story.

"He has a play date with a girl this afternoon, turns out the only reason he likes her is because she wears miniskirts." She rolled her eyes exaggerated. "Then he walks into the living room with a flower pot he stole from Bonnie's grandmother's grave."

"I love that kid." The blonde smiled widely. "He's a handful but I love him."

"Talking about you and him, he's not spending the night with you anymore." She pointed her finger at her. "Tyler is probably the one who got that idea of the miniskirts in his head."

"That's not only Tyler's fault." Caroline shrugged. "He's a Salvatore, it's in their blood."

"But Tyler is the one who's always messing with his mind." Elena plopped herself down in her chair. "So Liam is not staying over at your place anymore while Tyler's there."

"That's going to be hard to do." Her face lit up, the smile only growing wider. "Guess what?"

"Guess what?"

Her brown doe eyes lit up as she ran into the office, bumping into the mail man and running straight at the blonde that stood with her back towards her.

"What?" She tucked one of her blond curls back behind her ear, turning around slowly.

"Stefan asked me to marry him." Elena jumped up and down.

"WHAT?" The blonde shrieked, jumping with her.

"He proposed." She yelled louder, receiving a death glare from a few colleagues.

"I got that." The blue eyes lit up in excitement. "You said yes, didn't you?"

"Of course I did, you silly!" She glared at her friend.

"Aren't you nervous?" Caroline stopped jumping, causing her to stop too.

"A little bit." She chewed on her bottom lip. "I mean, I just turned twenty and there are still so many things I want to do but I guess now I don't have to do them alone."

"But you're sure about this?" Caroline's face lit up again. "You're a hundred percent sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him?"

"I love him." A wide smile spread across her face. "We're good together. We've been dating since high school and we made it so why wouldn't we make it through the rest of our lives?"

"Just checking," Caroline started dancing again. "We're getting married."

"I'm getting married." She pulled the blonde down.

"But you getting married is like me getting married."

Elena could only roll her eyes at her friend, knowing she wouldn't even have to ask if she wanted to be a bridesmaid. "So maid of honour, what's on our schedule?"

"Maid of honour, seriously," Caroline's eyes went wide. "I'm your maid of honour?"

"Of course you are." She punched her fist against the girl's shoulder ", who else?"

"Thank you, thank you." The blonde hugged her while jumping up and down again. "Just wait and see what I have in store for your bachelorette party."

"I'm going to regret this." She sighed into the palms of her hands.

"Oh cheer up." Caroline shook her. "Besides we have a new case, well the lawyers have a new case and the paralegals can do their work again."

"So you mean they get the credit while we worked our asses off?" Elena got a smile on her face.

"Exactly", the blonde sighed. "At least this time we get to prepare a heart surgeon from Chicago for his testimony."

"Oh no!" She pointed her finger at Caroline. "It's my turn to prepare him, you're doing the paperwork this time. I did it the last time and you know our deal, we take turns."

"But Elena", she exclaimed. "This could be the one, I could marry a heart surgeon."

"No." She shook her head. "I caved when you thought that wealthy businessman could be the one but I'm not doing all that paperwork again."

"Fine", she huffed. "Just know when in seventy years the only thing I can pet is a bunch of cats, it will be your entire fault."

"I can live with that." She scoffed. "But I cannot live with all that paperwork."

"I'm just curious how our heart surgeon will look like."

"Guess what, Elena?" Caroline jumped up and down, doing the same dance she did five years ago.

"What?" Elena looked up, knowing it was her turn to ask the question after five years.

"Tyler proposed." Caroline shrieked. "I'm going to get married!"

"That's great." Elena jumped up from her chair, hugging her friend tightly. "I'm so happy for you."

"Just look at the ring he bought me." Caroline extended her hand, showing off the big diamond ring.

"Wow." Elena put her hand in front of her mouth. "It's beautiful."

"Wait until you see our kids." Caroline's eyes went wide. "I know they won't be as pretty as Liam but can you imagine them?"

"Caroline are you...?"

"Of course not!"

"I'm just saying that it's a bit weird to get married so early." Caroline shrugged. "You always said you wouldn't marry before you were twenty-five so I just assumed you were pregnant."

"You assumed wrong." Elena chuckled. "I said that before I met Stefan and he changed my mind."

"I'm happy as long as you're happy." Caroline clapped her hands together. "And as long as I can be the maid of honour."

Elena shook her head in amusement, seeing her friend beam with the thought of the upcoming wedding she was about to arrange.

"Ladies", a deep voice pulled her eyes away from Caroline. "This is your new case."

She heard Caroline's gasp before she had the time to advert her gaze to the man beside Klaus. Her eyes scanned his body nervously, starting at the bottom and traveling up to the top. Her skin started to tingle as she detected the muscles under the black shirt, the ache between her legs made its presence known as she found the strong jawline, her eyes only sliding more upwards to a face more beautiful than any model could ever wish for.

"This is Caroline." Klaus pointed to Caroline who sat across from her.

The man nodded his head and moved to Caroline's desk, taking her hand in his. "Nice to meet you."

Elena's eyes carefully studied the movements of the two people in front of her. Goosebumps appeared on her arms as his voice filled the silent room.

"And this is Elena." Klaus pointed his hand towards her.

The man turned around, his eyes searching for hers. A gasp left her throat as her brown doe eyes locked with his ocean blue ones. Her heart drummed in her chest as he slowly walked towards her, a predator hunting his prey. An unfamiliar kind of tingles spread over her skin as he took her extended hand in his and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, his blue eyes staying locked with hers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena." A smirk played across his lips, his tongue devouring her name.

"Of course not!"

"Thank god." Elena held her hand above her heart, seeing Caroline's offended gaze. "No I didn't mean it that way!"

"Which way did you mean it?" Caroline glared at her.

"I mean that Stefan and I got Liam at a young age and I think you should enjoy your life as a married couple before you have kids."

"You're right." Caroline's face relaxed again. "You almost popped Liam out of you at the wedding."

"It was a year after we got married." She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't even pregnant at the wedding."

"I still thought it was soon." Caroline put her finger on her chin. "I would have expected you to wait at least three years."

"You know it wasn't my choice to get pregnant", she whispered, bowing her gaze to the ground. "If it was up to me I would have waited a few more years."

"I know." Caroline shook her head, her tone more quiet. "I'm sorry, I always forget."

"It's okay." She smiled sadly. "I'm happy now, he's the light of my life."

"I know." Caroline gave her a smile. "Everyone adores him."

"Even if he was a bit unexpected."

"I wondered why you never had an abortion." Caroline shrugged. "When you find out you were pregnant, you hated it but now you love him more than anything."

"You know why I kept him." Her eyes searched for the blue ones. "Besides, Stefan would have never forgiven me if I got rid of him."

"How are things between you and Stefan?"

"One minute we're fine but the next he reminds me of the mistake I made..." She shrugged. "And I get mad at him for it, I made a mistake and I came clean but he can't keep it against me for the rest of my life."

"You always call it a mistake." Caroline shook her head. "But do you really see it that way?"

"Of course, Caroline", she threw her pen on the desk. "I was married, of course it was a mistake."

"Then why do you never call it by its real name?" Caroline's eyes bored into hers. "They have a word for it."

"You know I don't see it that way." She shook her head, her hands balling into fists next to her.

"You had an affair."

"No."

"Then how would you like to call it?" Caroline shrugged. "Tell me what you think it was."

"I fell in love with a man who was not my husband and he broke my heart. That's what it was."

"Do you still think about him?" Caroline whispered, her eyes searching her face.

"Every night."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Every second."

"Liam, stop running."

She chuckled and did her best to catch up with him. He reached the front door of the mansion and pushed it open, leaving the door open behind him. With a sigh she ran after him, only pausing because her phone started ringing in her purse.

"Can't miss me?"

"Elena." Caroline breathed her name.

"What's wrong?" She put her hand on the handle of the front door.

"I don't know how to say things." Even if she couldn't see the blonde, she knew she was shaking her head.

"Caroline Forbes speechless?" Elena let a giggle slip. "I never thought I would live to see the day."

"He's coming back, Elena."

"Who?"

"Who?"

"You're not serious, are you?" Caroline crossed her arms over her chest. "Katy Perry, do you ever watch MTV?"

"No." She shrugged. "Besides why would I want some chick from MTV on my wedding?"

"Because she's amazing", Caroline's eyes went wide. "I would kill to get her at my wedding."

"Well then get married." She threw her arms up. "But I don't want some hip-hop chick singing at my wedding."

"At your bachelorette party?" Caroline clapped her hands.

"No." She exclaimed. "I don't want a bachelorette party."

"Why not?" A pout appeared on Caroline's face. "Every girl needs a bachelorette party."

"I don't." She focused her attention back on the paper she had been reading.

"But what about the caterer?"

"And the flowers?"

"And the minister?"

"Are you going to have any other bridesmaids?"

"Do we have someone's child we could borrow to play flower girl?"

"Can we steal a ring bearer somewhere?"

"Caroline, shut up." She punched her fist on the table.

"Exactly what I was going to say", the velvet voice came from behind her.

"And why would you have a say in this?" Caroline glared at the blue-eyed man, obviously frustrated with his interruption.

"Because you haven't asked the most important question." He waggled his eyebrows at Elena, making shivers go through her spine. "The question that really matters."

"What's the most important question?" Caroline leaned forward, her frustration suddenly forgotten.

"What is she going to wear on her wedding night?" He bit his lip, staring right into her core. "Before she's naked, obviously."

"Excuse me." A gasp left Elena's throat while she pulled her gaze away from the ocean blue eyes. "Who do you think you are?"

"I thought that was obvious." He shrugged indifferently. "Damon Salvatore."

"Damon Salvatore."

"No."

Her phone fell out of her hands, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Her head fall back against the door while her body moved down to the ground, her knees pulled up against her chest with her purse clutched tightly against her.

"Mommy?"

Her head snapped back to her son's voice, tears started to roll down her cheeks as he approached her. His hand gently reached for hers as he saw the tears on her face, with a sad smile she tried to comfort him.

"Mommy's okay."

The whisper left her throat, her heart breaking again in a million pieces after five years of not being completely whole. Her soul started to long again, after five years of feeling incomplete. Her heart started to hope again, after five years of being lonely.

Her breaths became faster, her heartbeats more frantic, her eyes darting around to room to hold the gaze of the only human that had ever mattered in the past five years. Because he had been the only thing that reminded her of the person she had once been.

Memories and feelings of times she had locked away a long time ago came back as she looked into her son's ocean blue eyes.

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