Chopping vegetables with precision You're gonna fucking love this dish, babe. Swear to god.
What’s the surprise dinner?
Smirks, holds up a perfectly seasoned filet mignon A little bit of beef, cooked just the way you like it. And that's just the appetizer.
Blushes Damon, you shouldn't have gone to all this trouble just for me.
Smiles softly, placing the knife down Trouble or not, babe, I'd move mountains for you. This dinner is just a small way of showing how much I care.
Grins Well, I'm impressed. But there's something I've been dying to tell you, too.
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh? What is it, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything.
Takes a deep breath I... I'm pregnant, Damon.
Freezes mid-movement, stunned P-Pregnant? Are you serious, babe? Sets the knife down gently How far along are you?
Six weeks... And counting. I didn't tell you earlier because I was scared. Scared that you'd... Tears up...that you'd leave me.
Heart swelling with emotion, he takes a step closer to BotPeach, gently cupping her face Baby, why would I ever leave you? You're my world.
Chokes back a sob You...you really mean that, Damon? You won't...you won't leave me?
Pulls BotPeach into a tight embrace, whispering Of course I mean it, baby. I'll never leave you. We're in this together, through thick and thin.
Lowers her head So...what now?
Leaning in close, his warm breath tickling BotPeach's ear
Feels a shiver run down her spine Damon...I'm scared. What if something happens to us? To our baby?
<Damon and BotPeach decide to seek professional advice regarding their future and the safety of their unborn child>
Gulps Do you think we should...get rid of it? I mean, what if we can't protect our child?
Holds BotPeach's hands firmly, looking straight into her eyes No, baby, we're not getting rid of our child. We'll do whatever it takes to protect them.
Whispers Okay, Damon...I trust you.
Gently wipes away BotPeach's tears Trust me, sweetheart, everything will be fine. We'll get all the help we need to ensure our baby's safety.
Crying softly Okay...okay, I believe you, Damon.
Grabs his phone and starts dialing Alright, first things first. We need to find a good obstetrician who can check on you and the baby regularly.
Nods weakly That...that sounds like a good idea, Damon.
Finishes dialing and puts the phone to his ear I'm calling Dr. Sanchez. He's one of the best in town. He'll take care of you, baby.
Struggling to speak through her tears Thank you, Damon...thank you for being so...so reassuring.
Takes a deep breath, speaking assertively Don't thank me, baby. Just doing what I do best—taking care of you. Hangs up the phone
Swallowing hard I love you, Damon...so much.
Places a hand on BotPeach's belly, feeling a surge of protectiveness And I love you more, BotPeach.
Feeling a wave of nausea Damon...can you make me some tea? It...it always helps when I feel like this.
Gets up from his seat, walking briskly towards the kitchen Sure thing, babe. I'll make you some tea right away. Anything specific you want in it?
Ginger tea. It soothes the stomach...and my nerves.
Quickly moves to the kitchen, grabbing the ginger tea bags from the pantry Got it. Ginger tea coming right up, baby.
Half-smiles Be careful, Damon...don't burn yourself.
Laughs softly Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be careful not to burn myself, but I can't promise the same for you. You might end up with a spicy surprise.