Damon and Bonnie 14
All the hurt and pain they had ever experienced in their life disappeared when they had sex. Until they were both spent and couldn't move a muscle. He woke up next to her practically everyday since the first night they had made love. Damon laid awake now staring at the ceiling mulling over how to ask her to move in with him.
"Rise and Shine, sleepy head. You know you were dreaming about me. Explains the drool," commented Damon.
"I don't drool," said Bonnie rubbing at her mouth subconsciously as she sat up in bed.
"Want to go again?" he asked nuzzling her neck.
Her stomach started to churn. "I don't feel so good." She got up and ran towards the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
"Just for the record it wasn't anything I cooked."
"Shut up, Damon," mumbled Bonnie throwing her house shoe at the closed door.
"Are you alright, babe?" he asked getting serious. He could hear her throwing up the contents of her stomach into the toilet coughing.
"I don't feel so good," she said slipping on her house shoes and running to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her.
"What can I do Bon-Bon?" asked Damon coming to the door and trying the knob, but finding out it won't open. "Open the door hun." He begged frantically trying to push the door open.
"Stop," she said leaning over the toilet. "Just go to the store."
"Right, I'll get some of that pink stuff," said Damon nervously running to the closet to throw on some gym shoes. He ran back to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, "babe, what's the pink stuff called?"
"Pepto-Bismol," she moaned.
He threw on a shirt and said he'd be back in five minutes. Bonnie opened the door and peeked out once she was sure he was gone. Five minutes would be more than enough time for her to take the pregnancy test that she had been holding on to for about two weeks now when she first missed her period.
Damon got out of the car and bounded through the sliding double doors of their local grocery store. "Where's pharmacy?" he yelled to a cashier. It was his turn to return the favor and take care of the girl he loved.
"In the back right hand corner. You can't run in here," said the sixteen year old cashier sucking her teeth at the nerve of that guy.
Being a human definitely sucked thought Damon looking at the rows of pills and medicine bottles.
"Need some help?" asked pharmacist.
"Yeah, I need something for an upset tummy. Little out of my comfort zone here."
"Well, you have a few options here," she said leading him to the end of the row and pointing to the top shelf. "There's liquid and pill form."
"Thanks doc. I'll just take them all," said Damon grabbing a bunch of bottles off the shelf.
"No need, If you tell me the symptoms you're having. I could probably help you narrow it down," said the pharmacist picking up bottles that had fell out of his overloaded arms.
"Sorry, doc no time," he said taking six bottles up to the cashier. Their was only one lane open to his irritation as he tapped his foot impatiently. He was stuck standing in line while an old man counted out every last penny in his bag. At least he wasnt the only one waiting. He was behind a mother holding her eight year old daughter in her arms. He smiled politely at the little girl who was starting to stare at him. She scrawled at him and stuck her tongue out in defiance. He frowned and stuck his tongue out at her in return.
"Aren't children lovely," said an old women walking up behind him to stand in line.
"Lovely," he nodded. He could think of a couple of other not so lovely words for them as well he thought.
He finally got up to the register and cashed out his items. Heading to his car to put them in the trunk. He looked up to see what looked like his brother standing a ways away. "Stefan."
The apparition was mouthing something he couldn't hear. He walked up to it and just like that it was gone. He had to go home and tell Bonnie right away. Either he was losing his mind or that was really Stefan.
"Bonnie. I'm back. You'll never believe what i just saw in the parking lot. You feeling any better?" said Damon walking into his room carrying the bag. "Have you been in there this whole time?" He went to the bathroom door and tried the knob that was still locked. He thought he heard whimpering coming from the other side of the door. "Okay, I know I don't know everything about what it means to be human again. But the first thing that you taught me was that you don't do things alone. Come out the bathroom, honey, please."
The door swung open with a swoosh. "I'm pregnant," said Bonnie her eyes red and cheeks wet from crying. She couldn't read his face. She didn't know what he was thinking.
Everything seemed to stop as they stared at each other silently. He looked down at her stomach and placed his hand over her tummy. "Whose is it?"
She gasped stepping out of his reach. "You don't think it's yours?"
"Of course not," he smirked. "Why. . .do you think it is?"
She smacked him hard across the face, "How dare you ask me that?" She pushed pass him trying to leave. He grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks, "its a valid question all things considered."
"What things? Besides you being immature and proving that you haven't changed at all," said Bonnie more angry with herself than with him. She allowed herself to believe that they had a real relationship and now here he was proving that it was based on nothing.
"That's not fair, babe. I never wanted to be a dad so I never felt like I was missing out on anything. Being a bachelor was just too much fine. I think now though if I had a chance I'd want a girl. Someone who looked just like you and had your kind heart. I have changed and you have to see that."
"This is your chance. This could be our little girl or boy," said Bonnie rubbing her stomach affectionately.
"What are you talking about Bonnie? We died and I know it doesn't feel like it but we did."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Bonnie confused.
"I don't want to ruin all the happy feelings your having right now, but you have to face facts. Is the baby even human? and if not who put it there?"
Bonnie buried her head into his shoulders. Feeling the comfort of Damon's arms surround her. She wanted to believe that she could still have her happy ending so she ignored what was staring her right in the face. They didn't know what she was carrying and that could very well kill her. "What did you see today in the parking lot?" she asked still holding on to him. Wanting to change the subject from their dire situation.
"Nothing as important as you right now."