Elena

I finally make it out of Stefan's room, he's reluctant to let me leave however he knows that we have two other people in the house who have no idea about us. Once I slip into my room I fall down on the bed smiling like an idiot, but that's what love does to you. I never fell out of love with Stefan, not for a second I only tried to hate him. There's so much we need to talk about now that we are a couple again, he needs to tell me the reason he worked for Enzo. Whatever his reason is I don't care because that was then and this is now. Stefan and I are moving forward, we're planning to actually live together again and as crazy and fast as it is I know that its the right thing to do.

I don't want to be apart from him at all, so we're going to have to figure out where we're going to live. I'm in New York again and he's here in Mississippi, we've both started our new lives and now that we're starting over I have no idea where to go from here. Sighing I go into the bathroom and shower last night's and this mornings events from my body, it felt fucking amazing to have his entire body moving with mine in a perfect rhythm. I can't wait to be in our own bed again, sharing everything from our bodies to the same coffee cup. "Elena are you awake?" Bonnie asks knocking on the bedroom door, I turn off the water and take my towel from the hook stepping from the shower. Walking out into the room I open the door smiling, "I am." She grins at me and I move to let her in. "How's your ankle?"

I lay out my clothes and proceed to get dressed, in the modeling world there is no modesty for one and two I'm sure Bonnie has seen me naked a thousands times since we grew up together. "Its still sore, but I'm sure it will be fine by the time I get back home." Clearing her throat Bonnie looks around the room and I fold my arms across my chest now that I have on my bra and panties I turn to her. "Bonnie spill it." A blush comes across her face and that tells me all that I need to know. "You know." I state with a nod and she giggles like a school girl. "I do and I must say Elena, I've never heard you say such dirty things." I laugh and sit on the bed pulling my black skinny jeans on. "Yeah well, I'm very vocal in the bedroom. Stefan is too." She covers her mouth, "I know, I heard him compliment some of your body parts."

"When was this? Last night or this morning?" I raise my eye brow and Bonnie jumps up from the vanity chair. "What? You had sex last night and this morning?" She shrieks and smacks me with the arm of my long sleeve shirt. Taking it from her I smirk, "What? We had to make up for lost time." Rolling her eyes Bonnie joins me on the bed with a sigh, "I heard yall this morning when I was getting Charlotte a bottle and I must say that I am very jealous, Damon and I have only had sex like 5 times since we had her." I detect sadness in her voice and it breaks my heart, my brother and best friend used to not be able to keep their hands off each other. "What's going on Bon?" Shaking her head Bonnie looks down at her folded hands, a tear falls down onto her jeans and she sniffles.

"He doesn't look at me like he used to Elena, its like ever since we got married and had Charlotte we've been drifting apart. I know that he has a lot on his mind with work and paying bills on top of coming home and being a dad and husband. I just miss him, I miss us." I hug her tighter and she breaks down in my arms. Bonnie had post partum depression after Charlotte was born, she was prescribed some medication and after two months she told me that she was fine and didn't need them. I believe that she still has a touch of it, but is too stubborn to admit it because she's Bonnie Bennett Pierce. Tough as nails and head strong, but very damn bull headed. "Bonnie have you talked to Damon about this?" Shaking her head Bonnie balls her eyes out, I cradle her head in my lap and try my best to soothe her.

"You need to talk to your husband Bonnie, Damon needs to know how you feel. You need to let him in, keeping everything bottled up will just make it worse." She finally calms down and looks up at me with a sad smile. "You know we love Stefan and of course we want him here, but I think that the only reason why Damon keeps talking him out of getting his own place is so he won't have to be here with me by his self." My heart breaks for my best friend, this isn't how she's suppose to be. Bonnie is suppose to be in pure bliss, but sadly she's one of many who suffer after giving birth. "You won't have to worry about Damon talking Stefan into staying here anymore, we're back together. As in we're going to give us a go again and we're getting our own place." Her problem forgotten Bon jumps up and holds onto my shoulders with a tight grip. "What? Elena are you serious?" I smile and nod. "Yeah, we're doing this. Bonnie we've been apart for so long, we've punished ourselves, casted blame and have been in our own hell. I love Stefan and there's nothing that will stop me from being with him anymore."

"Does this mean that you're moving home?" The smile that is on her face makes me feel better, though I know she's swimming in her own pain. I shrug, "To be honest Bonnie, I have no dame idea where we're going to live. We didn't do much talking, but I do know that it wasn't just a sex clouded mind doing the talking here. We both want this, I want this and if that means leaving New York again then I will." Knocking on the door has us stopping the conversation for now. "Yeah?" "Is my lovely wife in there?" Damon asks. I get up from the bed and usher Bonnie into the bathroom so my brother won't see her tear stained face. "I'll get rid of him." I whisper, she hugs me and I close the door.

"No, I haven't seen her yet, I just got out of the shower so I have no ide where she is. Have you checked the nursery?" I ask him once I open the door. Confusion crosses his face and I usher him into the hallway. "Come on, I am hungry and I know some good Thanksgiving leftovers that are calling our names." Damon chuckles and joins me in the kitchen, thankfully he doesn't say anything else about Bonnie. "So everyone else in America is out doing the traditional Black Friday shopping, what are we going to do?" I ponder his question while he begins heating up our food then it hits me. "Damon, have you been to mom and dad's grave recently?" He doesn't answer me, but shakes his head. "Well, when is the last time you visited them?" A look crosses his face as he thinks about it. "The day Bonnie found out she was pregnant, I went there and told them." I smile and grab his hand across the kitchen Island. "I have an idea."

Two hours later Damon and I have Charlotte bundled up in one of the outfits I bought her and we're standing at our parents headstone. "I'm glad we did this." He comments while laying two white roses on the ground. I kiss the top of Charlotte's head before handing her back to her daddy. "Me too." I say before I kneel down. I pull out the picture frame that holds multiple pictures and place it against the headstone. It's in a clear glass box so the weather won't mess the pictures up. Before we left the house I had Bonnie and Damon take pictures with their sweet baby girl once my sister in law emerged from my room. The four of us took some, me with Damon and Charlotte and then just my brother and I. Stefan had a client waiting on him at the tattoo parlor and I knew that Bonnie needed some alone time without the baby, so here we venturing out to Walgreen's we printed the pictures, bought a frame and went to get the glass box from Hobby Lobby. "Mom would be going bat shit crazy over your daughter you know that right?" I look at Damon and see unshed tears, even after all these years he still hasn't let them drop. Not when he found out about them being dead, not at the funeral or even a year later when it took us both all the courage we cold muster to come here. His tears are always at the surface, but never fall. Maybe he has cried for them in private.

I was a full on wreck when I found out, I cried and grieved them hard. It hurt me so bad that Damon had me seeing a therapist, I couldn't let them go and I refused to. It was Stefan who got through to me, he was the one to tell me that I wasn't letting them go. I was simply waiting to see them again and even though it sucks now and its sad and painful to not have them here with me, that they're watching over me and it would kill them knowing that I wasn't living my life. Stefan has saved me more times and in many ways, he's my everything. Damon breaks me from my thoughts clearing his throat, "Yeah she would be yelling at Bonnie for dressing her in lime green and demanding that she be in pink or purple." I can't help but laugh at that, he's so right. "She hated that color with a passion." I state wiping my tears from my chilled face.

This is just what I needed, time with my brother and niece to visit my parents. "Katherine and Mason were the most amazing parents you that? We may have come from shit, but they loved us and raised us to the best of their ability." Damon chuckles, "You know dad told me the day you were born that I was going to be the best brother ever. He said that if anyone was to ever fuck with you, to fuck them up." I giggle at that with tears in my eyes because I know that's exactly what he said. Mason Pierce cussed like a sailor and could be an ass at times, but he was as sweet and kind as he could be. If not for my dad I would've never met Stefan and for that I will always be grateful. "Got to love dad." He comments and I stand up next to him. "Mom did, she loved him so much and I always said that I wanted to love someone like that and have them love me back just as much."

"You had that Lena, with Stefan." I debate on whether or not to tell him about me and Stefan. They're best friends so I wonder if I should leave it up to Stefan to tell him about us. "What's on your mind sissy?" Damon asks while sitting Char baby in her car seat. I can't lie to him now that he's asked. I sigh putting my hands into my North Face jacket pockets. "Its Stefan." He looks up at me squinting at the sun that's in his eyes. "What about Stef?" I toe the ground with my boot and just say it. "We're back together Damon, we've never stopped loving each other." He looks back to Charlotte and finishes buckling her in the seat without saying a word. Once he's back on his feet with the car seat in his hand my brother grins. "What?" I laugh at him, he leans in and kisses my cheek. "I knew you ran off to his room last night." I open my mouth, but he shakes his head. "Let me guess, the guitar got to you." My eyes widen as Damon turns back to his SUV and I'm just standing here with my mouth open. "Come on Lena, let's get you back to the ole man." He yells at me and all I can do is smile.