Betty's plan
Damon's P O V
“Drink this,” I mumbled.
“What is that?” She asked, staring at the cup suspiciously.
“It'll prevent you from getting pregnant. Don't pretend like you don't know what it is.” I groaned out lowly.
“But we are getting married soon, I don't need that.” She gulped down before letting out.
“Are you drinking it or not? If you aren't drinking, it, nothing will happen between us tonight.” I pointed out.
“But… please, do not make me drink it. Let me carry your child, please…” She pleaded.
“Oh, that was your plan, wasn't it? You wanted me to get you pregnant, so you could hunt for something to pin me down with. You and your father are pretty smart, but I'm sorry. It won't work.” I groaned and turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm.
“Wait, no, we didn't plan any of
