Chapter 62: A Family of Chaos and Love
The morning after the proposal was quiet, bathed in soft sunlight and the scent of fresh coffee. Birds chirped outside the Salvatore mansion, as if singing a happy tale. Inside? Things were entirely different.
"Elena! Where's the thing? You know... that thing with the ribbons!" Damon's voice rang out from upstairs.
Elena replied from downstairs with a sly smile:
"You mean the engagement book Bonnie gave you and you swore you wouldn't lose?"
"Exactly that one!"
In the living room, Caroline was sitting on the couch, flipping through wedding magazines again, as if she hadn't had enough. Behind her, Stefan was gently massaging her shoulders, doing his best to pretend he wasn't terrified by this new wave of planning.
Caroline said without looking up:
"It's weird not being the bride anymore. I think I've become addicted to the chaos of planning."
Stefan laughed:
"I don't know if we need another wedding just to feed that addiction."
Caroline's eyes gleamed mischievously:
"But… there is an upcoming wedding."
At that moment, Alexander entered the room with Bonnie wrapped around his arm. His usually stern face wore a rare, calm smile, and she sparkled beside him like a star in a clear sky.
Damon came rushing down the stairs, a hint of panic in his eyes, holding the long-lost engagement book.
"Found it!"
But he froze when he saw them, and his expression shifted into something calmer, tinged with sarcastic affection.
"Look at you two… annoyingly adorable."
Alexander sighed and rolled his eyes:
"You were worse, Damon. You ran from your wedding and made me chase you through the woods."
Bonnie laughed softly:
"You did what?"
Damon placed a hand dramatically on his chest and said:
"Not my finest hour, I admit. But, in my defense, I didn't have a cursed, centuries-long, complicated love history. That's more his thing."
Stefan commented with a side-smile as he approached:
"And it seems he's gotten quite good at it."
Alexander took a cautious step back and said:
"Don't start…"
"Too late, brother," Stefan said, throwing an arm around him.
"You're the last one to fall in love. That makes you the perfect target."
Elena entered carrying a breakfast tray and asked:
"Target for what?"
Damon replied with a grin:
"Teasing. Mockery. Sibling bullying."
Alexander muttered:
"You're all insane."
Bonnie tilted her head against him and whispered gently:
"And you love this insanity."
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Later in the afternoon…
Everyone went for a walk around the mansion grounds. Caroline and Elena were deep into planning the pre-wedding parties as if organizing a joint festival. Stefan was talking about converting one of the guest rooms into a nursery, "just in case." As for Damon, he was half-listening, half-angry at the squirrels who dared approach his bourbon stash.
Damon muttered as he walked beside Stefan:
"You know… we've basically turned this mansion into a family sitcom."
Stefan shrugged with a smile:
"I don't mind it."
Damon glanced back at Alexander, who was laughing at something Bonnie whispered in his ear. It wasn't cautious or forced like it used to be. It was real. Whole. Healing.
Damon murmured under his breath:
"Neither do I."
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In the evening…
Dinner was loud, full of overlapping conversations and repeated laughter. Forks clinked against plates, wine was poured, and Damon raised his glass far too many times.
"To love!"
"To surviving another wedding!"
"To no one dying this month!"
When dessert time came, Alexander stood and gently tapped his glass. Silence fell over the room.
"I never thought I'd have a night like this… or a life like this," he said steadily, but something behind his words touched all of their hearts.
"Thank you… for believing in me when I couldn't believe in myself. For making this house a home."
Then he looked at Bonnie, his eyes reflecting a love that never ages:
"And for making this life worth fighting for."
Applause erupted, followed by laughter, hugs, and tears of joy.
And when the night faded and the stars over Mystic Falls began to dim slowly, the Salvatore mansion still glowed from within—not just from chandeliers, but from the warmth of the family that had formed inside it, against all odds.
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The next morning
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the Salvatore mansion like threads of golden silk, slipping gently over polished wooden floors, casting its glow on the chaos of the final wedding preparations. Birds chirped cheerfully outside, unaware of the storm brewing inside—a storm of chatter, laughter, and exaggerated emotional preparations.
Damon stood in the hallway, a smug grin on his face, tossing a stress ball from hand to hand like he was warming up for a teasing spree. Stefan leaned against the staircase railing, quietly sipping his coffee, trying to mask the excitement bubbling in his chest.
Damon said:
"I'm telling you, this is going to be great. Alexander, the great, the cursed, the emotionally frozen… cracking under wedding pressure? I've waited literally centuries for this moment."
Stefan replied with a knowing smile:
"Careful… you might jinx him."
Damon laughed and said:
"I hope I do! Let him panic. I'm going to enjoy every second."
They approached Alexander's room with theatrical caution, as if sneaking into the lair of a wild creature. Damon grabbed the doorknob, turned it slowly, and pushed it open while whispering dramatically:
"Let the meltdown begin."
But what they saw froze them in place.
Alexander was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his white shirt. His stance was calm, his expression composed, and his hair neatly styled. Half of his suit was already on. There was no sign of nerves.
He noticed them in the mirror, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"You two look like you've seen a ghost."
Stefan stammered with a nod:
"No, we just… thought you might be, you know…"
Damon finished the sentence:
"Panicking. Sweating. Muttering spells. Talking to a crow at the window or something."
Alexander turned while smoothly tying his tie and said:
"Why would I panic? I'm marrying Bonnie. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Damon blinked in disbelief:
"Who the hell are you, and what did you do with our emotionally unstable brother?"
Alexander laughed as he walked past them to grab his jacket:
"You both had your chances to freak out before your weddings. I… had the chance to learn from your mistakes."
Stefan raised a hand in protest:
"It was only once."
Damon laughed:
"At least you didn't vanish into the woods."
Stefan muttered:
"Also just once."
Alexander smiled confidently:
"Look… I've been through hell—literally. Elias, the curse, the forgetting, then remembering everything. And if Bonnie Bennett wants to spend her life with me despite all that? There's nothing in this world I want more."
Damon blinked again, slower this time, and said:
"Damn…"
Stefan commented:
"I think we lost our chance to make fun of him."
Damon mumbled, still staring at Alexander like he was a new species:
"I'll find something…"
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Later that day…
The pre-wedding activities were in full swing. Elena and Caroline were doing final checks of the venue.
Stefan and Damon stood aside, still trying to find any cracks in Alexander's calm.
Stefan whispered:
"Still no trembling."
Damon said:
"No cold sweat. No pacing. No 'what if she changes her mind?' spiral."
"This is unnatural."
Then Alexander approached them and said:
"Are you two done whispering like high school girls?"
Stefan smiled and said:
"You're eerily calm, you know that?"
Alexander shrugged:
"I'm not you two."
Damon folded his arms and said:
"You sure you're not just bottling it up until you get to the altar and explode in a panic spiral?"
Alexander stepped closer with a smug smile and said:
"You're just mad I'm handling this better than both of you."
Stefan laughed:
"Kind of."
Damon muttered:
"I'll find something, believe me."
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