Date: 7/1/2017
By notyourdolly
My nana moved into a new house in a new neighborhood, and the Obamas were our neighbors. They lived across the street from us and always threw big, lavish parties. My boyfriend was Damon Salvatore, and he was always invited to those parties so he took me as his plus one. After one party, things got a little crazy, and we had unprotected sex. Things continued as normal until I started throwing up every morning. Damon had to leave on a business trip in New York, so I was alone with my nana. I took a pregnancy test, and it came up positive. I wanted to wait for Damon to come home to tell him because I thought that was best. The day he came home was the day the Obamas threw another party and invited him. For some reason, I wasn't allowed to be his plus one so I had to stay home. I tried to follow Damon and sneak into the party, but I kept getting caught and thrown out. Then a storm rolled in, and I had to find shelter quick. I took shelter in another neighbor's barn with him and his horses. We chatted throughout the storm, and then I left. Damon was wandering the streets looking for me so I ran up to him and hugged him. He took me back to his house where I told him that I was pregnant. We started planning for the baby even though it was early in the pregnancy. We bought baby stuff and picked out baby names. Then I woke up immediately.