{Editing} The Vampire's Baby Girl

Chapter 20

"Hey. How's everything?" I ask.

"Good. Everything's good. Ellie is eating, wanna see?"

"Alone?"

"Well, she's eating fries, so yes."

"Homemade, right?"

"Of course."

"Show me my baby."

Delilah turns the camera and I can see Ellie eating a fry while looking at the plate in front of her.

"Ellie!" I say.

"Momma!" She squeals then laughs.

"How are you, baby girl?"

"Good. I miss you. I wanna see momma."

"Three days, baby. Tomorrow is my finals rehearsal, after it is the concert, then, I promise I'll be the one to wake you up the next day."

"Yay!" She squeals and claps.

I then hear the door bell ring.

"Who is it, baby?"

"Ewena! Mattie!" She squeals.

"Ellie!" Elena squeals and she soon appears as she removes Ellie from her feeding chair.

"Elena. I was just about to call you after them." I say.

"Hey, Angel. How's everything?" She asks.

"Good. Good. How's everything? I can see your getting bigger. You're four months pregnant, right?"

"That's correct." Matt says, appearing on the screen.

"Matt, hey. I hear you know the gender, what is it?" I ask.

"Well... Two girls and a boy." Elena says.

"Triplets?! Oh my god! I'm so happy for you!" I squeal.

"That's why I'm big. Can you imagine? Triplets." Elena says.

"Woah." I say.

"I can't believe it." Matt says.

"That's amazing, you guys." I say.

"Well, we're taking Ellie to Nando's. So, we gotta go."

"Oh alright. Bye. Bye, Baby Girl." I say.

"Mama, no bye. Pwease." Ellie says.

"Hey, baby. If I go now, you'll be able to see me in three days."

"Ok. I wove you, mama."

"I love you too, my love." I say and close the laptop.

I couldn't help but start crying.

A few moments later, my door opens and Damon appears.

"Hello, my lo- what's wrong?" He asks and vamps next to me.

"I was talking with my daughter on Skype. I always hate ending it. Also... She told me she loves me for the very first time." I say.

"Aww. Come here." He says and hugs me.

I lay my head on his chest as he lays back down and wraps an arm around my waist.

"Weren't you studying?" I ask.

"Well, I know all that stuff, so I came to check on you. I wanted to do it Shakespeare style, but, you were crying." He says.

I smile and peck his lips.

"I'm grateful for having you, Salvatore." I say.

"Getting into Thanksgivings spirits, I see." He says.