Damon

"We're not going Damon."

I groaned, burying my face on her neck as she tried putting a piece of thread on a needle. I've been convincing her to take a break from her mommy duty but she was still hesitating despite the fact that we would only be gone for a week.

She was just starting to sew a familiar pink sundress when I decided to try and talk her into coming with me. Again.

Resting my hands on her waist, I watched as her hand moved to mend the dress. The strands of her hair tickled my nose. After a serious conversation about her hair, she finally decided that she needed a trip to the salon. I liked it either way. It doesn't get in her face and it made it easier for me to kiss her in the morning.

She hummed the lullaby we both sang almost every night back when she woke me up and told me our trip to the Bahamas worked.

She was still worried about how we were going to tell a little someone that we would be gone for a while. That same someone who refused to wash up, and even asked for five minutes to play with her Lego blocks.

With Darien's ability to get into places unimaginable to the adult man, her clothes were reminders of her little misadventures. She managed to hide in a bush at the backyard a while ago. Strangely, I got her out, a giggling, leafy mess but without a single scratch.

Sadly, her clothes were made of cotton and one trip to the bushes had her mother worrying about her when she saw us entering from the back door.
Hoping to change Catherine's mind later, I walked to the other room and picked Darien up.

"Grandpa came over, papa!"

I was trying to clean her the best that I could without getting splashed on and smelling like flower petals when she blurted this out. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why Vincent didn't even bother saying hi.

To this day, I still couldn't look him in the eye. Especially during that one time when he walked straight to my office on The Garage and had a talk with me.

It was during those times when his wife was going crazy about what cake and which venue we were using to get the ceremony done. He made sure to let me know that I'd wish I was dead if I ever hurt his daughter. And that I was lucky he didn't press charges when I attacked him during that one night when I was a teenager.

It's been almost five years since I got down on one knee and asked her the big question while she was brushing her teeth.

And that was the third time.

The first two attempts didn't actually count because she thought I was joking. I tried proposing on a comedy bar, when a comedian was telling us a story about his uncle. Everybody was laughing and I took that time to ask her. Rather quickly. She didn't hear it, and I got too scared, I just made up some random sentence.

Then proceeded to banging my head on my apartment door when we got home.

We lived under the same roof but never in the same apartment. As much as I wanted to, I didn't trust myself enough when it came to Catherine Wright. Which brings us to my second attempt.

The night she confessed about being - how do I put it? Miss goody two shoes. I was scared that I might scare her off, and her thinking I was just in it for the ladybug panties and I backed out.

Then proceeded to banging my head on the wall some more.

So really, while she was talking about cavities, and her looking like she just drank poison was the perfect time to get down on one knee and ask her if she wanted to be Mrs. Grace because she was Wright for me. (I was aware on how cringy it was. She never let me forget.)

Now here we are, a human being in the tub, with a squeaking rubber duck in her small hands. I honestly considered naming her Divine. The moment Catherine found out, (which was during her labor) she told me I wasn't allowed to be with her while she gave birth until I change my mind.

Darien's like the little version of my wife, judging from the albums her mom showed me when I told her I was dating her daughter.

Darien had her freckles, with a dimple showing on her left cheek whenever she smiled. Her hair was as dark as mine, and her eyes were adored by her mama and I when she first opened them. It was a lighter shade compared to her hair. That made her look more angelic to me, even when she decided to draw on the walls just a week ago.

"Grandpa Vincent?" I started putting shampoo in her hair, careful not to get some in her eyes. She shook her head and pulled my hands away.

"No no no. Your papa, papa. He said hi to me today."

That got me looking at her. "Did he hurt you?"

She frowned as she shook her head. "Grandpas don't hurt children!" I laughed as she pointed a finger at me. She acted like her mother when she was upset. She always sounded like her point was the only valid one and there's no arguing with her.
Catherine and I had this discussion about letting Morris visit every once in a while. He spoils her with trinkets from some foreign place, but Darien preferred him reading her a story at the living room. During his visits, he took on the appearance of the repair man Catherine saw when he came to visit before.

"Aunt Audrey asked why I'm still an only child." I was rinsing her off when she said this. She pauses a couple of times when she talked. I lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel.

In a way, I was secretly thankful that Audrey was there to get rid of the men that didn't deserve Catherine. And I was just as thankful that Robert was there to hit me in the head, and pushed me to move.

"Did she?"

She moved the wet strands of hair from her face, and looked at me. "I want a bwother." She sounded so determined that I was tempted to tell her I was planning on it.

The bathroom door opened and there stood the most beautiful woman a man would be willing to live for.

She kept complaining about gaining weight, what with having a baby, but hated it when I woke her up to work out. I didn't mind it though. And I didn't mind waking up when Catherine grabs my hand and places it on her stomach because the baby moved.

I lifted Darien and looked at her. She walked towards us and rested her cheek on my shoulder.

"Mom said she's more than willing to babysit for a week." She smiled at Darien before caressing her cheek.

She still sounded worried but I knew she needed this. We needed this. As selfish as it may sound, I would like to have her all to myself even for a couple of days.

It was too late to back out anyway. I already had everything planned.

"Grandma said she has new coloring books for you."

Darien frowned and looked at the both us. She knew something was up. "Where are you going, mama?"

We both laughed before I kissed her hair. "Why don't we go think of baby names later?"

That earned me a slap on the arm from Catherine, and a cheeky grin from our little angel.

Looking back, if I haven't met her, I would still be at Val's place until daylight. I'll probably be sleeping on my couch at the office. I might attend school reunions and meet them with their husband and wives.

And children.

Baby 101 was worth it.

Maybe I secretly wanted the same thing Catherine asked for during that fateful night. About wanting a distraction.

About being tired of being alone.

About having someone you could give that fragile piece of your heart to.

When I first laid eyes on her, and up to this day, it was nice to know that I was her saving grace.

Or rather, she, was mine.

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A/N

That's abou it folks. Again, thank you for the support. The votes and encouraging comments were a huge help to keep me going for almost a year of writing it.

As much as I wanted to write more mature scenes, the story has young readers even when the target market was supposed to be those who are way past the majority of stories on the teen fiction category. Thank you still. I liked reading  asdfkdgafkdh  comments. No really, I did.

We got to #1 a couple of times because of you. Hurray to those who figured out who's who while reading. You guys make my day. So to get things clear,

x Damon was named after the vocalist of The Blur (also for Gorillaz). He was the very first muse for the book cover. The female was named after a Queen (longest-ruling female leader of Russia) and bonnie's supposed to mean beautiful. bonbons, (according to google) is a chocolate covered sweet . Hard shell, soft center. So no, no vampires all along. (Interview with the Vampire was my sh*t, though)

× Sister Mary is Damon's Mom

× Robert was Valentin in disguise

×Damon's distinct scent symbolizes him as the reason his mother got aware of his father's true nature. So Death, excuse me, Morris is both Adam and the snake here. Get it? Damon was the fruit. (aaand I like sniffing apples)

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Again, this is a draft . I still can't thank you enough. And it would be awkward to just end it so...