Bamon AU | The first ultrasound hadn’t shown much, if Damon was being honest. Bonnie was over the moon, and so was he about the pregnancy itself, but he really couldn’t tell which little blob was baby and which was just another blob. So when they went in for the 13 week ultrasound, he had lowered his expectations; after all, Bonnie wasn’t even really showing yet. He had never been so happy to be so wrong. (requested by @animeeyes21)
You should write a lil something for the pregnancy au you made recently for Bamon! Please please with a cherry on top 🍒!!!
Awww okay but fair warning, pregnancy au stuff is not my forte! Like I’ve never been pregnant before... so if anything is super off, just let me know. But anyway, here’s what I came up with. Hope you like how it turned out!
(For anyone who missed the gifset being referenced, it’s HERE.)
Sitting in the passenger seat of the Camaro, Bonnie uncrossed and then crossed her legs again, feeling restless. She had been vaguely nauseous all morning.
Outside, the scenery flew cheerily by. Inside the car, however, it was quiet. Tense.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Damon. He gripped the steering wheel just a little too tight. Paid just a little too much attention to the road in front of him.
His usual snark was MIA, his mood inscrutable. His lips formed a thin, rigid line.
He had been a little off ever since Bonnie had shown him that pregnancy test. The two blue lines were undeniable, as strange and tempting as it had been at first to deny it.
The pair hadn’t really discussed having kids. Honestly, who in their right minds would have thought it would even be possible? Damon was supposed to be dead, 150 years ago.
Not to mention, she’d been dead a couple of times herself now.
When he found her on that beach in Lisbon, two years after his divorce from Elena and almost a decade into her worldwide tour of self-discovery, they’d just been happy enough to exist. To exist together. Neither had thought much through beyond that point.
Things between them had always been like that. Natural, effortless in a way, even when it wasn’t easy. Even when she hated him and he mistrusted her, they could each read the other like a book. That was what was so scary in the first place.
But in the end, that mutual understanding was the bond that kept everything afloat, even at the times when the world was literally crumbling around them. And they were Bonnie and Damon from Mystic Falls, so in the years since that reunion on the beach, those times were not exactly uncommon.
But this? This was new, for sure.
Those two lines on that piece of plastic were more overwhelming than any supernatural threat, Bonnie thought. Those two lines were amazing, beautiful, and somehow… utterly terrifying.
Upon seeing them, Damon immediately dove into master plan mode. Within two hours, Bonnie was scheduled for her initial prenatal visit, books on pregnancy and parenting were ordered and being shipped by Amazon, and their trip to Bali that had been scheduled for what would now possibly be her third trimester was canceled.
Bonnie had sat, shellshocked, on the couch in the parlor of the boardinghouse. Meanwhile, Damon was a flurry of activity around her. She answered his questions numbly, and he desperately googled and called and bought and cancelled.
And here they were, the next morning, on their way to their first official prenatal visit.
She turned towards him slightly. “Damon?”
There was no answer, as the Camaro rumbled faithfully down the road.
She placed a hand over his on the gear shift, and he tensed.
“Yeah?”
She opened her mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. “Um, never mind.” She turned back to stare out the passenger side window.
Suddenly, the car swerved onto the shoulder and screeched to a halt.
Damon shifted the car into park and clenched his eyes shut, bringing a hand up to rub at his temple wearily.
Bonnie frowned. “What are you doing? We’ll be late for our appointment.”
“I dragged you out of the house a half hour early because I was scared we’d be late. We have time.” Damon opened his eyes and found Bonnie watching him. He searched her gaze, as neither spoke for a moment.
“Can we… can we even do this?” he finally asked, quietly.
Bonnie’s heart lurched.
“I mean, how the hell does someone like me being some poor kid’s dad NOT completely ruin that kid’s life?” He dragged his hands through his hair.
Bonnie shook her head, but he was already continuing on.
“My father didn’t do half the messed up things I’ve done, and he was a complete nightmare, a monster of a parent,” he said, slamming a hand against the steering wheel. “Shit.”
Bonnie took his hand off of the steering wheel and cradled it in both of her own in her lap. She rubbed soothing circles into his palm.
“I… I don’t know what to say. You know it’s not like I have any idea what having a mom is really supposed to be like either.”
He frowned at her. “Any kid would be lucky-“
She shook her head again, silencing him. “I’m fucking terrified, Damon.”
He stared at her, at last recognizing the tense cant of her smile, her antsy legs, her quiet non-answers to his questions the night before.
He dragged his hand up from her lap and gently cradled her cheek. A beat passed wordlessly as they stared at each other, their shared fear in the end finally giving way to some glimmer of hope.
He leaned towards her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Bonnie, whatever we do, we’ll do it together. And we’ll make it work, like we always do,” he said.
She smiled. “Like we always do,” she echoed.
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After what felt like hours of poking and prodding, of blood draws and urine samples, of complex medical histories, Bonnie finally found herself in the ultrasound lab.
She lay on a patient bed with her tank top pulled up to reveal her abdomen, which had been slathered with cold (so cold!) gel. Damon leaned against the bed rail and watched her, his dwindling patience with the whole process wearing on his already frayed nerves.
The ultrasound tech pushed a wide wand over the gel smoothly, but with enough pressure that Bonnie was clearly uncomfortable.
Damon bristled as she grimaced, the cold gel spreading further across her skin with the movement of the wand.
He glanced up at their physician who was monitoring the screen while the tech performed the sonogram. “She’s been through a lot today already. Is everything going to be okay, Doc?”
Suddenly a heavy thumping sound could be heard from the speakers of the monitor, and the grainy image on the screen was moving.
The doctor smiled. “You and your wife have nothing to worry about. Your baby’s heartbeat sounds good.”
Bonnie gasped, and Damon sat up straight, staring at the physician and then to Bonnie in awe.
The physician continued, motioning to different parts of the screen with one hand. “See, here’s his head. And there goes a little arm. He’s really busy in there, isn’t he?”
“*His* head?” Bonnie asked breathlessly.
The doctor smiled again, nodding.
Bonnie turned to Damon, his rapt attention on the wriggling form on the monitor. She smiled broadly at him. “He’s a boy!”
He leaned forward with a grin and squeezed her hand, and together they watched the screen for a while longer. The strong, steady sound of their son’s heartbeat filled the room, crowding out any discomfort or fear for at least that moment.
Hi Nisha, how are you? I was having my yeard time lol and I came across a deckerstar gifset with a quote that would be PERFECT for bd, so, in hope that it inspires you (I miss your edits, Stefantbf more than anything) I though to drop it in your inbox "There is nothing so beautifully genuine as a brokenhearted person's love. For in giving it they are saying, yes, I have burned to smoke and ashes for the ones I love,I have been devoured, slowly, then spat back out, and probability[ (tbc)
suggests you are likely to ruin me too. But here, have my heart. Take it, I’d like you to. (Beau Taplin)
That’s such a gorgeous quote, and it’s perfect for them!! I really haven’t had much time to work on art here lately, but if I get a chance I’d love to make this! Thank you!!
