~ Violet ~

Ever since finding out the baby’s gender, things had become something of a hectic blur in the Van Zandt estate. Damon was obviously over the moon and overdoing it. Because in the next few days, early in the morning when Violet had just woken up, she went down to find boxes and boxes being brought into the living room. They were all things for the baby, from a crib to strollers to toys and everything and anything a baby boy could ever need.

“Move everything up to the second floor guestroom. To Violet’s old room,” Damon said to Elena and she nodded her head. In her hand...