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He's the air she would kill to breathe ch. 4Damon happily packed an overnight bag for both Elena and himself and threw it into the trunk of his electric blue 1967 Chevy Camaro. He even put a few of Ian's clothes in the bag and packed his stuffed bunny, which he called "Bun-Bun", and his favorite white and blue polka dotted blanket. Elena came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
"You're packing Bun-Bun and Blankie?" She asked in a half-hearted sigh. He reached behind him and took her hand, rubbing it gently.
"We're gunna find him, Elena. And when we do, I know he's going to want them…especially that damn rabbit, I swear it's the best five bucks Stefan ever spent. Ian doesn't go anywhere without it…" He trailed off, wondering how his son was doing. He was worried about how he was sleeping, he normally wouldn't go to sleep without his bunny, blanket, and without Damon and Elena singing to him.
"You okay?" Damon shook his head to clear his thoughts and then turned to face Elena, a hint of a smile tugging at
He's the air she would kill to breathe ch. 6Damon carried Elena home and tucked her into their bed, kissing her forehead and leaving to tuck Ian into his own. Elena giggled and rolled her eyes.
"Damon…I'm not an invalid, I could have walked here and I don't need bed rest." Damon walked into the room and shook his head.
"Yes baby, you are an invalid, at least until I tell you otherwise." She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
"Daaaamon, that's not fair." He snorted.
"Don't give me that sweet little voice, Princess. I just want you home for a while. Okay?" He said as he climbed into bed with her and wrapped her in his arms very gently.
"I'm going to be your white knight, I'll protect you from anything that could possibly hurt you." She smiled.
"You've always done that, Damon." He sighed.
"Obviously not well enough. Otherwise Stefan wouldn't have struck you, you wouldn't be a vampire, Stefan wouldn't have almost caused Ian to be premature, Stefan wouldn't have sent you into labor a second time, and most of all you wouldn't
He's the air she would kill to breathe ch. 5Damon arrived back in Mystic Falls three days later, having heard from Alaric that he and Meredith had had to transport Elena back for hospitalization that Meredith could better monitor. Damon was worried sick, but felt better knowing that he'd be able to show her their son, whom he'd finally snatched from Klaus. Ian was curled up in Damon's arms in his blanket and with Bun-Bun securely in his little embrace. Damon sped to the hospital and demanded at the desk to know where his wife was. He ran to room four hundred and eighty eight, trying his hardest not to jostle Ian who was still fast asleep. When he got there Stefan was waiting outside the door.
He shot his brother a pleading look.
"How is she, Stefan? Why isn't she healing?" Stefan shook his head solemnly.
"I don't know Damon...Meredith is trying her best but things are looking bleak. I'm sorry." Damon cursed under his breath, practically knocking the door off it's hinges as he burst into the room. Elena wasn't conscious and Mered
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