Damon had been going on business trips, lots of them. In fact, he was on one right now and he's already been gone for a few weeks. I think he's keeping something from me because a few of his stories don't add up properly. I don't know what to think. I know that he loves me but I can't help but wonder. I'm the last person who can judge him, I've been keeping something from him too.

     "Elena?" His voice echoed throughout the flat. "Baby, I'm home." I got off the bed and ran downstairs. "There she is!" He dropped his bags and I hugged him tightly.

     "Where were you?" I asked as he put me down.

     "Uh, Buffalo."

     "For three weeks?"

     "I've been working."

     "On what? You own a bar here, in Tribeca. What could you possibly be doing in Boston?"

     "It's kind of a side project."

     "That's not mysterious." I scoffed.

     "It's a surprise, I'll tell you when it's done."

     "Okay. But, it better be good."

     "Trust me, it's better than good."

     "Damon, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

     "Elena, what is it? Is everything okay?"

     "I'm pregnant."

     "Wait, are you serious?" He asked, with a blank-faced expression. I searched his face and eyes for a hint of emotion. A couple of moments later I saw his eyes water a bit. Then a huge grin grew and he picked me up and spun me around. He laughed and kissed me all over my face, making me giggle.

     "I guess that you're excited."

     "Are you kidding? I'm way past excited. There's gonna be a little Damon running around here."

     "There's a chance that it could be a girl."

     "Perfect. It'll be a mini Elena. The more the merrier. Oh, it's going to be heaven on Earth. Our kid is going to be so spoiled. I'll make sure of that." I couldn't help but just stare at him and smile. He was very excited; it was very adorable.