Chapter one

Kids…dramatic

Hey, there. This is my first fanfic ever…so please don't be too hard. I've already told you that I'm still a student, so my English is far from perfect. But thanks for giving me a chance anyway. I really want to improve my English and my writing, but therefore I'll need to know what I'm doing wrong…so please…review…
Thanks a lot,
Moonwolflove

"When did I skip the part where you're leaving and I've got to handle…that," he said pointing at the little girl who was sitting on the couch and who hadn't even noticed him since he had walked through the door.

Elena looked up, like she had forgotten that the girl was there at all and then said: "That…is a girl, Damon. And withal she has a name."
He rolled his eyes. Of course he knew that that little thing was a girl. God, what if he already hadn't knew that anymore? It was the fact that he had to take care of her that ruined his day. That little part, Elena had forgotten to mention.

"Why am I the one doing this again?" he asked, as he leaned against the countertop and watched Elena throwing half of the house into her handbag. How much stuff could a girl possibly need?
"Why didn't you ask Stefan? He's all packed up by little kids…he likes them, they like him…He's Saint Stefan after all. Do I need to make a picture of it?"
He paused a second.
"Or Ric. He loves kids, why else would he be a teacher?
"Stefan is out hunting," she said absently while texting something. "And Ric is out with Jeremy. You know that."
"Oh, right. Men's day out. He had better asked me, instead of your little brother. He doesn't even know how to be a man yet," he grinned.
"And Caroline thinks that she has to drag me and Bonnie to the mall. So, you're the only one who remains to watch my beloved niece."
"Just take her with you. I'm sure Blondie will eat her…if you know what I mean."
"She's too small," she objected.
"And I'm too old."
Okay…that had come out strangely. He had wanted to say: too old to watch little kids.
Elena shook her head laughing, while she turned to him and looked him straight in the eye. Those brown orbs touched his heart every time again and he regretted it that they couldn't look at him in the same way they looked at Stefan sometimes. What was it that his brother had and he hadn't?

"Her", the little voice said, spinning throughout his head like an irritating fly. He had her. The most lovable person in the world and he had the chance to admire her whenever he wanted.
And he couldn't, though he would like to. He would tell her how beautiful or smart or nice she was, whenever she would like to hear it. He would care about her with all his heart. But hers already belonged to Stefan.

Stefan…it will always be Stefan.

He shook his head to get the thought out of it and then noticed that she was staring at him with that half diabolical- half heartwarming smile. She was planning to say something he wouldn't like.
"You said that you would help me whenever I needed it."

Oh, no…she was using his own words against him. So unfair…but he secretly liked this side of her. She should show it more often. On the other hand…there was no chance for him anymore. No chance to get away from this stupid babysit deal…but he wouldn't be Damon Salvatore if he didn't try it.

"Yes, you're completely right," he said with a smirk. "In life threatening situations. Taking care of your baby niece doesn't fit the list."
"She's a four year old toddler, Damon. You've gone through worse."

He wasn't too sure of that. He didn't know a lot about children, but what he knew was that they could be very nasty. Just like little brothers. Take a look at Stefan. Still hadn't changed a lot since.

"But…", he wanted to throw something back, but Elena silenced him by throwing him a glance, filled with light irritation.
God, since when could a girl silence him? Most of the time it was the opposite world. He thought about that and came to the conclusion that she apparently had more to say about him than he had thought possibly.

"Fine," he said frustrated. "I'll watch baby girl."
He would rebel against almost everything till the very end, but this…and he had to admit it, was a hopeless situation. And in hopeless situations you had to accept your fate.

"Ally," Elena corrected.
"Ally…baby girl…does it matter?" he called out loud while throwing his arms above his head.
Elena shook her head again, so lightly that he almost hadn't seen it. She probably started to see that this wasn't a good idea…and he couldn't help but give her equal. He and kids…dramatic.

"Okay, this is really simple. You just ensure that she doesn't get in trouble. She has to be in her bed at eight o' clock and she certainly may not have any sugar. Damon, are you even listening?"

He had been studying a photo on the refrigerator and now turned around to face her, seemingly little interested.
"Yeah, yeah…especially the point where she has to be in bed at eight o' clock….are you planning to stay the night at the mall?"
Now it was Elena's turn to roll her eyes; it didn't fit her as good as it did him. "Funny."
"You know me, always the funny guy," he said while sending her his typical smirk.
She threw a glance at him that said as much as "I just can't believe you!" and then she walked over to her little niece, who was watching a stupid children's series with a face like a zombie.

"Ally, honey. Do you mind if Damon stays with you this afternoon? I've got to go somewhere…it's really urgent."

Liar, Damon thought, while he folded his arms across his chest. Secretly he hoped that baby girl would protest, or even start a riot…as long as it would enable him to get away from here. And furthermore it would give Elena a taste of her own medicine.

Baby girl looked at her for a few seconds and then cast a lingering glance at Damon. For a moment, it looked like she would start to scream and run out the door. It wouldn't surprise him…on the contrary, he would even encourage her to do so.

But she didn't,… to his disappointment…and with that…all his hope to get away from this deal started to fade.
"I don't mind," he heard the little girl replying.
Elena sent her a sweet smile, one that would melt your heart, and then she turned to Damon, who had followed it all from a distance.
"That's settled then…Behave yourself," she added, before she swung her handbag around her arm and started to move towards the front door.
Damm…she did look pretty hot in that dress.
Then she closed the door behind her and left him alone…alone with a four year old toddler. It was at that moment that the real question started to rise in his head…

What did he have to do now?

So…how did you like it? Please, let me know it…it would help me a lot.
The next chapter will take a bit of time, cause it's almost examination period and I won't have a lot of time to write. But I surely won't forget it.