7th February 2010

Bailey’s POV

The founder’s days parties were never something I enjoyed. I wasn’t part of a founding family, and generally my Dad was too busy, meaning I just never went to them. I didn’t have any friends so it was just boring to go and stand in a room whilst everyone else had fun.

Although this party, I actually have people to go with, I was certainly not feeling it. Although the morning sickness was supposed to have eased up a bit, I had felt like complete and utter crap for the last few days. I just wasn’t in the mood to be in a constricting dress, and trying to act like I felt fine, even though my emotions have gone haywire.

All I wanted to do was cry. It wasn’t even like I had any reason to be sad more so than I had prior to today. Pregnancy hormones sucked, I just wanted to sleep and cry.

But I couldn’t do that today; I had to get ready so Jeremy could pick me up to take me out on a date to the Founder’s Day Gala.

My stomach hadn’t really grown too much. It just looked as if I was bloated. Well to me it looked very different but no one really noticed it as I was still early on in the pregnancy.

All of my clothing was a bit baggy anyway, meaning that it was beginning to fit me. But I didn’t own anything that could be classed as acceptable for the Gala.

I owned a blue dress, which was semi-formal and wasn’t constricting, meaning it was comfier than anything kind of formal. I changed into the dress, pulling a white cardigan over the top, along with some white leggings, and pumps. There was no way on this earth I was going to get high heels on, I didn’t like them prior to being pregnant and now, with swollen feet and my balance being even more off, it wasn’t going to be good.

Simply I brushed my hair leaving it down. I wasn’t going to be the most pleasant person today, but if these Founder’s things helped Jeremy feel closer to his parents, then I’d go, just to help him.

Within minutes of me getting ready someone knocked at the door. Alaric had already left for the Gala, so I opened the door to see Jeremy.

“Hello Bailey,” he smiled, “You look beautiful.”

“Hi Jer, and you look handsome,” I smiled back grabbing my bag from the side, and leaving the apartment with him.

When we got there, I wasn’t too happy with it. I had never looked forward to this, my first Founders Day party, they didn’t seem enjoyable, but I’d try to put on a happy face for him.

The first place he dragged me to was the dance floor. I couldn’t dance, and I was pretty sure Jeremy wasn’t too great either.

If I wasn’t standing on his feet, he was standing on mine. It was uncoordinated but kind of fun, even though the looks we were getting weren’t.

“So how do you like your first Founder’s party?” he chuckled.

“Well it’s not my usual idea of fun, but being here with you, makes it all better,” I smiled.

We carried on dancing for a while, before led me other to the buffet table. One of the things that I hated the most about this pregnancy so far was the sense of smell. Everything smelt so much more intense but it wasn’t in a good way, everything that once smelt good to me, now made me vomit. Like the smell of the chocolate from the chocolate fountain.

I could feel the bile rising in my throat. I had no idea where the bathroom was in this house, meaning I was probably going to vomit here. Looking around I spotted a bin, which I practically ran the couple of feet to it, before doubling over and letting the contents of my stomach fall into the bin.

Once I raised my head, I noticed the attention I had grown, as Jeremy walked over to me rubbing my back.

“Are you okay Bai?” He asked softly.

“Morning sickness, strikes again nowhere near the morning,” I groaned wiping my mouth.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he smiled warmly.

He placed his hand on the small of my back, before guiding me through the house to one of the bathrooms. When we got there I washed out my mouth, and cleaned my face and hands. I was never going to get used to this sickness, but hopefully it’d fade soon.

“Thanks,” I sighed.

“My pleasure, do you want to go home? Are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned.

“I’m here for you Jer. It’s just morning sickness, I’m fine. Anyway the Miss Mystic Falls pageant will start soon, and we want to see your sister kick arse,” I chuckled.

“I don’t think that’s the point of the pageant.”

“It’d make it a lot more interesting to see then have a smack down, rather than try to act all prissy,” I shrugged.

I was certainly not your typical girl. Looking all pretty and becoming an air head didn’t seem appealing to me, I’d rather play video games or pretty much anything that waste my time doing makeup.

Together we made our way back outside where we watched the pageant commence. It was extensively boring and I could think of a few million ways I could be having more fun, but Jeremy’s sister was in the pageant, as that’s what his parents wanted.

Sadly Elena came second, but Caroline Forbes came first which was kind of good, seen as she was good friends with Elena.

“I wonder why Damon Salvatore, escorted Elena. Have you seen Stefan today?” Jeremy asked me.

“No, I haven’t seen him in a while, have you?” I frowned.

“Nope. I’ll ask Elena later. I don’t like Damon being with Elena though, he’s bad news, well so is Stefan but he’s better than his brother,” He stated.

Afterwards we made our way to congratulate Caroline, for winning the pageant. Although Elena wanted to win for her Mum, Caroline wanted to win a lot more than Elena ever could.

Other than talking to people, and dancing nothing productive really occurred at the Gala. Sadly I knew this probably wouldn’t be my last Founder’s Day party, as I knew Jeremy would make me go to more, so I’d have to figure out a way to enjoy myself at these things, as dancing and talking wasn’t cutting it.