♤ ı [3] An Everlasting Love

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"I'm not mad Blair," he admits honestly. "I was a little shaken up, but after you explained everything and everything worked out, I can't be mad, nor am I." 

"Are you positive?" I ask, feeling slightly guilty.

"I mean, I did watch you die which practically tore me apart for a few seconds, until Bonnie came running in with Damon and explained everything. Those five minutes when I thought you were dead were the worst five minutes of my life. I hated every second of it," he explains, pain written in his voice, spreading to me as if it's contagious.

"Hey," I say, rubbing my thumb on the back of his hand. "I watched you vanished in front of my eyes okay? And I really thought you were dead for like two years," I chuckle lightly.

"I guess you've got a point," he admits with a light laugh. "I guess we're even."

"So no more dying then?" I tease, a smirk on my face.

"Nah, I think it's okay if we keep the death down to a minimum," he adds in sarcastically, playing along.

"It kinda hurts," I remark.

"It really does," he says. 

"We talk like we're not dead people walking, vampires and all," I say. 

Suddenly Theo lets out a big yawn from the back seat. "What is you two talkin' about?" He yawns again, rubbing his eyes.

James and I exchange glances, before bursting out laughing. "Oh nothing Tee." I laugh. Sometimes I wonder how Theo will grow up, and the type of stories that he'll tell. He doesn't have a normal family or a normal life, hell, he isn't your average kid, but he's still my little Theo.

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We arrive home late at night, past midnight actually, which means it's technically the morning. James carries a sleeping Theo in his arms, drool dripping down his shoulder from Theo's mouth. "Aw, he's drooling," I gasp, tapping Theo lightly on the nose.

"Must get it from you," James teases, sending me a sly, handsome smirk. He speaks as if Theo and I are biologically related, and even though we're not, I still feel a rush of happiness by the way he said it so naturally. I know I will never be able to have my own kids, from my own blood, but Theo is the closest thing I will ever have to it. 

I open my mouth as if I'm offended, placing a hand mockingly over my heart. "I do not!" I scoff, although I know very much that I do. When I sleep, I sleep deep, and in that deep state of floating around unconscious, I have no control of how I choose to breathe.

"I'm going to put him to bed," James whispers, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Okay." I smile. "I'm going to see where everyone is," I say, as I watch the two of them walk up the stairs, a light snore sounding from Theo's lips.

I place my jacket on the hall chair before making my way into the kitchen where the lights are turned on. I pout my lower lip in confusion as I see Damon sitting by himself, a bottle of half empty bourbon in front of him while a glass is held in his hand.

"Was that bottle full before you started drinking tonight?" I ask as I walk up from behind him, pulling up a chair so I'm sitting adjacent to his right.

"Yup," he mumbles groggily. Either he's sleepy or drunk, and judging by the amount of bourbon he's drank, I would say he's leaning towards the intoxication side of the sober scale.

"Where is everyone?" I question, noticing how Damon is the only one here. I have no idea how long he's been here all by himself, but it rather concerns me.