Someone to believe in, Damon/Elena chapter Epilogue.
Title: SOmeone to believe in
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all. Kinda sad though...
EPILOGUE
I had to write something extra. I HAD TO. :) joyful joyful.
Giuseppe Salvatore stood in the doorway for more than fifteen minutes; he took two steps backwards, ready to walk away when the door opened quickly. He was face to face with his older son. The one he had let walk away angrily from his house a year ago, the one who smiled at him as if nothing ever happened between them. He already regretted coming over.
"Please come on in," Damon said politely, his dad walking pass him and standing awkwardly in the hallway. "Have a seat."
He did as he was told and immediately looked at his surroundings. The house was not too big, not too small, it was cozy even. Everything was light; the wallpaper and the curtains were light green and the couch he was sitting on was light brown and extremely comfortable. The room was just good enough for him, or them.
Elena Gilbert made her way towards the infamous in-law, the one she thought still hated her, with a glass of fresh made lemonade. Sadly she didn't have alcohol in the house - she could use a shot or two.
"You said you had something to tell me," Giuseppe said coldly.
Nothing has changed, Damon thought.
"Yes, of course," Damon turned around to face Elena, who immediately took a seat next to him on the sofa. "Elena is pregnant."
"What?"
"We're having a baby, meaning you're becoming a grandfather," he replied.
"That's... are you getting married?"
They exchanged looks. Here he comes again.
"No, I mean not after the baby is born," Elena says, "or maybe not at all."
"We haven't talked about it."
"You're expecting a baby and you haven't talked about marriage? Why?"
"Because that isn't an important issue. We're happy that this is happening but marriage is not our priority. I don't want my child to know his parents married just because mommy was pregnant. That's not a very nice feeling."
"But it's the right thing to do!"
"According to who, you?"
"According to the world."
"Then the world is a fucked up place."
"Damon, language!"
"Look Dad, we're happy, that's all that matters. We love each other."
"Sometimes love is not enough," Giuseppe replies bitterly.
"It is to me - to us!"
Damon sighs heavily and grabs Elena's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I didn't call you to discuss my love life. We want you to be part of our son's life; he or she is going to be your grandchild and we don't want you to be a stranger. "
He stared at them for a fraction of a second, and being the cold man that he was, simply shrugged. Damon laid down his head, defeated. He had tried once again to make amends with his father and he did what he could.
"I'll think about it."
"Fair enough."
"You're more than welcome to visit whenever you want to," Elena said.
"Thank you," Giuseppe said. "Well, I think I should go. Call me when..."
"I will, dad," Damon said.
"Goodbye Damon, Elena."
And just as quickly as he walked in, he was out. Damon watched the road from the window as his father disappeared. Perhaps it was a mistake calling him or even imagining he would care. It broke his heart.
"Are you okay?" she asked, he smiles faintly.
"I will be."
"He will come around, trust me."
"God, I really hope so."
Six months later, Joseph Salvatore was born. His grandfather could not keep his eyes away from him and by the way his eyes shone, Damon could tell he had finally gotten his father back for good.
END OF EPILOGUE.
Pairing: Damon/Elena,AU, all human.
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: none of them belong to me at all. Kinda sad though...
EPILOGUE
I had to write something extra. I HAD TO. :) joyful joyful.
Giuseppe Salvatore stood in the doorway for more than fifteen minutes; he took two steps backwards, ready to walk away when the door opened quickly. He was face to face with his older son. The one he had let walk away angrily from his house a year ago, the one who smiled at him as if nothing ever happened between them. He already regretted coming over.
"Please come on in," Damon said politely, his dad walking pass him and standing awkwardly in the hallway. "Have a seat."
He did as he was told and immediately looked at his surroundings. The house was not too big, not too small, it was cozy even. Everything was light; the wallpaper and the curtains were light green and the couch he was sitting on was light brown and extremely comfortable. The room was just good enough for him, or them.
Elena Gilbert made her way towards the infamous in-law, the one she thought still hated her, with a glass of fresh made lemonade. Sadly she didn't have alcohol in the house - she could use a shot or two.
"You said you had something to tell me," Giuseppe said coldly.
Nothing has changed, Damon thought.
"Yes, of course," Damon turned around to face Elena, who immediately took a seat next to him on the sofa. "Elena is pregnant."
"What?"
"We're having a baby, meaning you're becoming a grandfather," he replied.
"That's... are you getting married?"
They exchanged looks. Here he comes again.
"No, I mean not after the baby is born," Elena says, "or maybe not at all."
"We haven't talked about it."
"You're expecting a baby and you haven't talked about marriage? Why?"
"Because that isn't an important issue. We're happy that this is happening but marriage is not our priority. I don't want my child to know his parents married just because mommy was pregnant. That's not a very nice feeling."
"But it's the right thing to do!"
"According to who, you?"
"According to the world."
"Then the world is a fucked up place."
"Damon, language!"
"Look Dad, we're happy, that's all that matters. We love each other."
"Sometimes love is not enough," Giuseppe replies bitterly.
"It is to me - to us!"
Damon sighs heavily and grabs Elena's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "I didn't call you to discuss my love life. We want you to be part of our son's life; he or she is going to be your grandchild and we don't want you to be a stranger. "
He stared at them for a fraction of a second, and being the cold man that he was, simply shrugged. Damon laid down his head, defeated. He had tried once again to make amends with his father and he did what he could.
"I'll think about it."
"Fair enough."
"You're more than welcome to visit whenever you want to," Elena said.
"Thank you," Giuseppe said. "Well, I think I should go. Call me when..."
"I will, dad," Damon said.
"Goodbye Damon, Elena."
And just as quickly as he walked in, he was out. Damon watched the road from the window as his father disappeared. Perhaps it was a mistake calling him or even imagining he would care. It broke his heart.
"Are you okay?" she asked, he smiles faintly.
"I will be."
"He will come around, trust me."
"God, I really hope so."
Six months later, Joseph Salvatore was born. His grandfather could not keep his eyes away from him and by the way his eyes shone, Damon could tell he had finally gotten his father back for good.
END OF EPILOGUE.