**Damon's POV**
"Damon. I'm pregnant." She whispered.
My world froze. Did I hear her right? She was pregnant with my baby? My heart raced, my palms became sweaty, and all of a sudden I felt like gravity didn't have its hold on me anymore. The woman that I have been in love with since we were teenagers is carrying a baby that is half of me, and half of her.
"Pregnant?" I whispered. I couldn't stop the smile that stretched across my face.
"Damon, don't give me that face." She tried to fight back her smile. "We were talking about something serious!"
"You carrying my baby is serious! It's the best thing that has ever happened to me other than you telling me you love me!" I laughed.
I could feel the tears starting to build in my eyes. I tried to imagine what he or she would look like.
