Chapter 11: Painting


Four hours later, I was tired, and I’d had to visit the bathroom eight times.

At least the facilities were kept very clean, and I didn’t have to be the cleaner as I did at Merlotte’s most nights that I worked.

Apparently, Arlene had an “allergy” to toilet bowl cleaner.


From the thoughts of the patrons I’d been listening to in Fangtasia, I knew that Eric had sat on the dais with Olivia for about half an hour after I’d arrived before escorting her from the club through the rear exit.

At least that had been before my first bathroom visit.

Other thoughts had told me that he’d whisked her away in his corvette after giving her a “thorough” kiss in the parking lot.

Most of the fangbangers speculated that Olivia and Eric were off somewhere “fucking.” I tried not to speculate. After all, I had no right to be jealous of anything they might have been doing, though my green foe had poked his way into my brain several times that night.

After they’d left, Pam told me that Eric had “stepped out” of the bar for a while, but would return near closing time in order to give me the five minutes I’d requested.

And as for myself? I’d kept busy between my bathroom breaks by pushing my telepathy as far as I could in order to hear more and more people. For the last several months, I’d been trying to craft my shields so that they’d be suppler—letting me hear only certain people at a time. It was a tough process, and I already knew I’d have a headache resembling a hangover symptom the next morning, but I was determined to become stronger—if only to be able to pass along my knowledge to my child.

If she, too, was a telepath.

I’d been concentrating so hard on the people left in the bar that I hadn’t noticed the void coming.

“Did you discover anything of importance?” Eric asked as he glided into the booth gracefully. My breath caught as I took my first sustained look at him for months.

He was so much more beautiful than I’d recalled.

But somehow I held my composure and slid him my notepad.

“No immediate threats, but a few Fellowship spies. And one spy from Arkansas. I have written down their assignments as well as where you can find them,” I relayed.

He looked at the piece of paper. “This is quite detailed.”

“I—uh—pushed in,” I said, not knowing how else to describe what I’d done.

“You have been practicing,” Eric said with a little smile.

I nodded. “As much as I can.”

“It has been a while. You look,” he paused, “fatigued.”

“Just a full day,” I said, shrugging off his comment and trying not to imagine just how bad I must have looked to his eyes—especially in comparison to the beauty he’d spent much of his night with. “You look well,” I said, shifting the topic away from me.

“I look the same as always.”

“Of course,” I responded, my heart sinking a little more with each moment. Eric’s tone wasn’t cold, but it certainly wasn’t warm either—not that I should have expected a warm welcome from him.

“How is Bill doing?” he asked. There was a bite in his question.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“I figured you would,” he returned significantly.

“I can’t feel his emotions right now,” I whispered. “Sophie has him working in China right now.”

His eyebrow rose. “I’d heard that you’d become friendly with the queen. And I’d heard that she was sending Bill to all corners of the globe—for the database.”

“Yes,” I said. “It’s a good thing, I think. For the database.”

He inhaled. “His blood still dominates your scent,” he informed.

“It still has a purpose,” I responded.

Looking into his eyes, I could tell that many thoughts were pummeling through the vampire’s mind.

“So you spoke with the queen?” he finally asked.

“Yes—I cashed in my favor, and she told me about Bill.”

We were quiet for a moment as he seemed to be studying the notes I’d written for him again. Suddenly, I worried that I’d doodled “Sookie loves Eric” on them and I anxiously glanced down at the yellow pad.

“I didn’t know why Compton came to my area,” he said, catching my eye.

“I know you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry he couldn’t be stopped from . . . .”

He stopped midsentence.

“Sophie wanted to kill him for what he did,” I volunteered, hoping to avoid an awkward silence.

However, his response created even more awkwardness in the air between us.

He chuckled ruefully. “But you protested.”

In the past I would have yelled at Eric for his callousness, but that was the past. Now I only nodded. “Yeah. Uh—you know me—a bleeding heart.” Eric had no idea that I needed for Bill to stay alive so that the scent of my unborn child could stay covered up.

“At least he’s out of Area 5,” Eric commented.

“Yeah. Did you hear his old house burned down?” I asked.

“Bubba mentioned something. Damned pity,” he smirked.

God—I had missed that smirk.

“I miss you,” I said before I could stop the words from falling from my lips.


He tensed. “Miss me?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I got smart a little too late.”

“Smart how?” he asked.

“Sophie told me what blood ties could do—how they could affect emotions. Did you know that Bill did his level best to make me fear you? To make me be suspicious of everything you did?”
“You don’t say?” he joked, though the edge to his tone was anything but light-hearted.

I took a breath. “The thing is: when I stopped being afraid, I wrote down a list of every time you and I had ever seen each other. And there wasn’t a single one of those times when you intentionally hurt or mislead me.”

He blinked noticeably—as if surprised. “That is true.”

“Like I said,” I shrugged. “Smart. Too. Late. So—yeah—I owe you a ‘thank you’—actually a lot of them. So—uh—thank you.”

He seemed as if he wanted to say a thousand things, but he was silent for a while.

So was I.

Finally he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “The five minutes are over.”

“Rhodes,” I said hurriedly. “Sophie said I should ask you about it.”

“Rhodes?” he asked.

“Because of Hurricane Katrina, Sophie is no longer going to the summit—except for the night of Peter Threadgill’s trial. She told me that you would be leading the Louisiana contingency.”

“Yes,” he said. “She has made me aware.”

“Well—uh—she wanted me to—uh—coordinate with you. About the trip,” I stammered. “I mean—she—uh—said it would be your choice of whether or not to—uh—still take me. She sent me here to ask if you’d—um—made your decision or not. This is my audition,” I said, pointing to the pad of paper before him.

“I know of your qualifications,” he said, a little affronted.

“I know,” I whispered. “But Sophie thought I should listen here, nonetheless—to—uh—re-prove that I could be useful to you.”

Silence arose between us again, this time for even longer than before.

“I have not yet decided whether or not I want you in Rhodes,” he finally said.

“Oh—okay then,” I responded, standing up cumbersomely. I suddenly felt the need to leave quickly—before tears could fall from my eyes.

Rejection was a cold dish. But I was no longer a hypocrite; at least, I hoped I wasn’t. I knew that I deserved to eat that icy—and salt-filled—dish.

And I would. I just preferred to do it in private.

“Just let me know when you decide,” I said, readying my feet to move as fast as they could in the pumps I never should have worn.

Damn my vanity! And damn Walmart for making shoes with very little padding, especially for pregnant feet!

But Eric’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Your child is well?” he asked, his eyes focusing on my belly.

“Uh—yeah,” I said, my hands automatically resting over the area he was focused on. “She’s kicking now.”

“Now?” he asked, his eyes flaring with interest.

“Uh—not right at the moment. She’s asleep—I think. What I meant is that I’ve started to feel her kick—uh—periodically,” I finished awkwardly.

“I heard that Octavia Fant’s apprentice is now your roommate,” Eric said.

“Yeah. She and I have become friends during my visits to New Orleans,” I relayed, taking a half-step away from the table. “The apartment building she ran in New Orleans was damaged quite a bit during Hurricane Katrina, and Amelia didn’t want to move in with her dad. She actually drove up before the mandatory evacuations started because she’s scared of storms; now she’s waiting to go back down until the area around her complex has power again,” I rambled. “But that might be a while. Sophie sent one of the Berts to check out her apartments, and it looks like Amelia’s place is actually in pretty good shape, but Hadley’s old apartment will need extensive repair, and its new tenant is somewhere in Houston.” I saw that Eric’s eyes were still focused upon my midsection, but I just kept right on spilling information that he obviously wasn’t interested in. “You know—funnily enough—Amelia was gonna move up here last spring. ‘Cause she—uh—turned her boyfriend, Bob, into a cat, but I thought that would be a really bad idea with Bubba and all. You see—she was gonna bring him. I mean—Bob. Uh—anyway, Amelia was trying to avoid dealing with the consequences of transforming Bob—you know by telling Octavia? Amelia thought that she could—uh—figure it out herself, but I suggested it’d be better if she just went to Octavia right away. And she did, so Bob’s not a cat anymore. Still—part of me misses having a cat. Did you know that I used to have one? Tina was her name,” I shook my head, unable to stop my verbal diarrhea. “She was really sweet—uh—a real friend. Um—do vampires have pets? Uh—I mean pets that aren’t humans? Anyway, Tina was killed by the same person that killed Gran. She was strangled and left on my front porch,” I reported morbidly, even as I had to stop talking in order to catch my breath.


“I did not know that,” Eric said evenly—likely just indulging me at this point. I took another half-step away from the table.

“Yep. But—can you imagine if she’d still been alive when Bubba came over for the first time?” I cringed at that thought. “I would get another one—you know. Another cat? And I’m sure if I asked Bubba, he wouldn’t drain it. But I’ve decided to go with a puppy instead. A real dog—of course—not a shifter,” I added, even though I realized that I was sounding ridiculous now. “I have—uh—read that puppies who grow up with kids are usually really protective of them. And it couldn’t hurt-right? Uh—Terry Bellefleur—uh do you know him?”

“No,” Eric responded.

“Well—uh—why would you? Anyway, he’s gotta litter of puppies. After Rhodes—if I go, that is—he’s gonna give me one. Um—and—if I don’t go, I’ll just pick up the puppy once he’s weaned. Or she—if it’s a girl. I’m—uh—supposed to go tomorrow morning to pick the one I want, so I don’t know if it’ll be a boy or a girl. But he’s not charging me. Isn’t that nice of him? I mean—I think he could charge hundreds of dollars for one of his pups! Anyway, I’m gonna research it before I pick up the puppy, and I’ll give him the money anyway. I’ll just tell him that it’s to put toward his next litter,” I added—really wishing that my mouth would just close and that my feet would just move.

Eric brought his eyes up to mine again, and we were silent for a moment—me because I’d literally run out of anything to say, beyond telling him about my trip to the hardware store to get paint for the baby’s room.

However, when the silence dragged on, I took another half-step from the table and found myself bringing up that paint. “Well—I’d better go. I—uh—have to paint.”

“Paint?” he asked.

“The baby’s room. I was gonna go with pink, but that just seems too cliché. And I really don’t like pink; don’t tell Pam that though.” Yep, my stream of conscience spiel was clearly back! “And then I thought blue because I like blue, but the hardware store clerk thought I was even weirder than ever because she’d heard the rumor that the baby’s a girl. So I looked at shades of yellow, but my room growing up was yellow, and I wanted something different for her—you know? I’m mean—they say that yellow’s a happy color, but I don’t really think so. I mean—how can a color be happy? So I looked at greens. There was this light green that I almost went with because it had some blue in it, but then I just got blue. I mean—why should I let a clerk’s thoughts change my mind—right? So what if she thinks I’m weirder than ever because I picked a so-called boy’s color? Who says that girls can’t like blue—right? Of course, I’ll repaint if she ends up hating it,” I ended, now out of breath again because the rapidity of my talking.

There was another moment of uncomfortable silence between Eric and me.

And that’s when I realized that the awkwardness was all my fault. Eric had given me my five minutes—more than that even! And he was waiting for me to leave—probably anxious for it. But I hadn’t left yet. In fact, other than the couple of half-steps I’d shuffled, my feet seemed fixed in place.


Oh—I knew the answer. I liked seeing Eric again. I really had missed him. And—if anything—the affection I’d once felt for him had grown as I’d thought about all of our encounters without the taint of Bill’s prejudice.

And I was afraid I’d never see him again.

“You are having a daughter,” he finally said.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Will you name her for your grandmother?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but to tense up. “No,” I responded.

“I would have thought you would,” he commented.

“It’s complicated.”

I almost launched into the story of why the name of my child wasn’t going to be “Adele,” but I refrained. Just barely.

“Pam will escort you to your car,” Eric said, and in the next moment the blond vampiress was by my side. “I have somewhere else I need to be,” he added.

Without another word—and before I could even blink or say goodbye—he was out of his seat and out of the club.

Pam took my arm, which I was happy about. Her presence helped me to move, rather than to stay staring at the spot Eric had been in and succumb to my tears.

I noticed that my waitress was wiping down tables close by and impatiently waiting for the few bar stragglers to leave. I could empathize with her. While last call might have come at 2:00 a.m. at Merlotte’s—just as it did at Fangtasia—people would often nurse their final drinks to the bitter end, though Sam always herded them out by 3:00 a.m. I found myself wondering how the lingering “cattle” at Fangtasia were “herded” away—since the vampires literally saw most of them as cattle.

I figured Pam would be especially effective as a “wrangler” for the stragglers.

I stopped in my tracks, bringing Pam to a halt with me, and I dug into my purse, pulling out the only bill in my wallet—the five dollar note I’d planned to offer to my waitress. As Pam looked on, I handed it to the waitress, whose name I’d discovered was Stacy.

“Thanks for bringing me water all night,” I said, even as I attempted to give her a sincere smile.

Stacy looked at Pam cautiously and then took the bill.

“Thank you,” she said, even though she still thought that taking care of me had been a waste of her time. Apparently when Eric and Olivia moved to the booth after spending time on the dais, Stacy was given a bonus of at least a hundred dollars if she took good care of her master’s date.

Before I could think any further about that, however, Pam and I were at my car.

“Thanks, Pam,” I said, turning to smile at her. She looked ready to say something, but she seemed to suddenly decide not to. Instead, she rolled her eyes in the direction of my car and scoffed—as if deciding to judge it instead of me.

For that, I was grateful.

I unlocked my door and was just about to get inside, when Pam seemed to decide to judge me after all.

“Did you ever love him?” she asked in a low voice.

I closed my eyes. “Yes. I do.”

Do? Even now?”

I opened my eyes and nodded—before chuckling ruefully. “It might have taken me a while to catch up, but—yes—I love him. At first, I thought it was just the version of him that lived with me—the one that didn’t remember who he was. And after he was gone, I grieved for him. And,” I paused, “in my grief, I refused to do what I should have done when it came to Eric.”

“And what was that?”

“Fight for him,” I said simply. “Push my way into Fangtasia the very night he left my house and tell him about what we’d been like when we were together. And then let him choose whether he wanted to try for an us.”

“He was never whole again—after the witch’s curse,” Pam said, her voice sounding hollow.

“Neither was I,” I sighed. “But I also wasn’t smart enough—or maybe confident enough—to think that I could ever be whole.

“What about now?” she asked.

“What about now?” I repeated. “Eric has moved on, and he seems happy. And I’m still fucked up. I won’t mess things up for him.”

“What if a good ‘mess-up’ would do him good?” Pam asked.

I shook my head. “Sophie says the same thing. But that doesn’t change certain realities,” I added, putting my hand over the evidence of my child.

Pam looked at my ballooned belly.

“You should name her Pam,” she offered.

I chuckled. “Hell no.”

“Why can’t you name her after your grandmother?”

Obviously she’d heard me say as much to Eric.

I touched Pam’s hand and got into my car. “It was really nice to see you, Pam.”

“Promise to call me when someone tries to kill you,” she said.

“You’ll be the first on my list,” I chuckled as I turned my key and prayed my engine would start. Asking Pam for a jump would have been humiliating.

Luckily, however, the old yellow car rattled to life.

Pam stepped back and watched me as I left the parking lot.

I held out for five minutes before I had to pull over and cry my eyes out.

Fucking pregnancy hormones.

But eventually the tears stopped, and I finished my trip home.

Amelia was asleep, so I was extra quiet as I changed into some shorts and a T-shirt.

And—for the rest of the night—I painted.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Can you imagine how awkward Sookie must feel? EEK! When that is added to pregnancy hormones? EEK EEK!


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38 thoughts on “Chapter 11: Painting

  1. Poor Sookie. She’s going to exhaust herself soon. I hope she can stop worrying about finances and relax a bit soon. I think Pam will probably meddle even more now she knows how Sookie feels. She’s probably shopping right now, now she knows it’s a girl.

  2. The boy/girl colour thing always ticks me off. I loathe pink. I hate it in all forms and detest that just because I have a uterus, apparently this must mean I like pink. And roses. And lavender.

    For many years, boys and girls alike wore dresses as toddlers and both genders wore neutral colours. It was in the early 1900s colour assignments occurred. Until the mid 20th century, pink was considered a boy colour with blue being for girls. Reasons behind this was pink was considered bold and made a statement while blue was subtle and more gentle and therefore feminine. Then in the 1940s, clothing manufacturers decided pink was for girls and that was that.

    So there ya go. A random ramble by me!

    1. I totally agree! I hate pink as well. I didn’t raise my boys with those silly beliefs, but they picked them up anyone from their friends at school. Now my 10 year old is convinced that I MUST like pink because I’m a girl. I’ve tried pointing out that I don’t have ANY pink shirts, while his father does, but he persists in his belief. Ugh!

      1. I can’t stand the color pink, being a redhead, pink is not a good color! I love red though! When I had a baby girl, of course, I received just about everything in pinks after she was born (in the days before routine ultrasounds), but oddly enough, I also received some things in lovely shades of blues and yellows. My daughter hated pink from a very early age and fought me as much as a toddler is able (which is sometimes enough to win), and would then get to wear lavender or purple. By the time she was 4, her favorite color was black and I had to fight with her to add more color to her outfits. She’s a trip! My granddaughter is the same. Buy her all purple and she’s happy! Pink? Might as well keep the tags on and take it back!

  3. Awwh poor Sookie rambling on.. I’m surprised Eric wasn’t more blunt and cut her off sooner.
    I’m glad Pam asked her if she evey loved Eric. I’m sure feeling her makers ‘ emotions when he was with Sookie was completely bizarre to Pam and she just wanted to understand if Sookie ever felt the same for Eric . Does this mean Pam will be meddling?
    Also, Sookie getting a puppy? Awwh although not sure I would want to try and train a puppy if I was heavily pregnant.

  4. I Know It Is To Much To Ask For Eric To Be On his Way To Let The Girlfriend Down Easy,,,,,,Thank For For The Back To Back Chapters ! Love It , More Please

  5. Poor Sookie..
    I’m like her, when I get nervous I can’t stop talking!
    But at least she told him she missed him and that the Queen told her the truth about Bill…
    What is Eric thinking about?
    Can’t wait to find out

  6. What a pleasant surprise to see a new chapter when I got up this morning. Thanks!!! I’m hoping to see something happy happen for Sookie soon because I’m feeling a little depressed this morning. Don’t make me start a new work week like that 😉

  7. I wonder what Eric thinks of Sookies vist. I wonder if Pam will tell Eric that Sookie still loves him! I can’t wait for more! Sophie and Pam need to get together to make Eric and Sookie see some sense!

  8. Goodness. Poor Sookie. I cannot imagine how horrible it must have been for her to see Eric up there with Olivia and then to “hear” all the fangbangers speculating that Eric took Olivia off to fuck. Ugh. On the other hand, Eric had to watch while Sookie dated Quinn and he’s faced with graphic evidence that she fucked him, so I can only feel but so sorry for her. Still. It had to have been awful. And ScumBeehl did have a lot to do with Sookie’s idiocy because of all his playing with her emotions and her mind. Damn. You do an awesome job of making your characters complicated and multi-layered!

    I loved Sookie’s rambling. I do that myself when I’m uneasy. I’m also thrilled that Pam knows the truth now. I can imagine that she will be scheming. Especially since she was already unhappy about Eric’s relationship with Bore-Livia and missing Sookie. Between her and QSA, Eric and Sookie don’t stand a chance of resisting!

    Hopefully, Eric will come to his senses soon. Eagerly awaiting another chapter. (And an Eric POV!)

  9. Oh the angst. Poor Sookie. I would be crying too. At least Pam knows she loves Eric. It was interesting that he kept staring at her stomach and his reaction about it being a girl. I wonder where Eric went. Maybe he went to get the dog? When he said the 5 minutes are up that was like a stab in the heart. What a chapter !

  10. Loving this story so much. I love a rambling Sookie. I bet Eric would have loved to feel the baby kick. So glad she told Eric she missed him. Glad she told Pam she still loves him. I also liked when Pam told Sookie to promise to call her if someone tries to kill her. That’s Pam’s way of being friends.
    We know that was hard for Sookie to go there. How was Eric feeling?

  11. Such a sad chapter. Sookie knows what has been lost and she just feels the situation is hopeless. Sad. I tin Eric is confused. Thank you for this update.

  12. I just love Pam to pieces!! She’s so brutal, yet so kind in her own way. Great chapter! The awkwardness was off the chart for Sookie, but at least she is smartening up. She’s brave, too, with the way she soldiers on. By the way, my daughter’s room has been blue since she was a baby 😊

  13. It was sad but I hope it gave Eric something to think about. Both women in the same room, how they move him differently. I am waiting on pins and needles for the next chapter.

  14. What a wonderful but sad update. Sookie hearing the fangbangers. Sookie’s rambling.Eric’s silence. Pam’s question. Yes, and now Eric’s POV:

  15. This chapter had me feeling sympathy for Sookie. Glad she’s being honest with her feelings, even if she did just blurt out to Eric that she missed him. Pam knows how she feels and will be working on getting Eric to see how boring Olivia is. Hope you are gentle when Olivia gets let go.
    Thank you so much for this story – I look forward to your updates. I am going to love hearing Eric POV!

  16. I really loved this chapter and THIS Sookie… After how hateful she was in the first chapter(s?), she was really adorable in this one with her verbal diarrhea… She reminded me of her more naive self in the early books… Just sharing random things (to a puzzling level of detail perhaps?) she probably would have shared with amnesiac Eric… The only man on earth who wouldn’t switch off when his woman starts discussing why blue paint was finally what she chose and why that was fine… I hope that is how Eric saw it, Sookie finally seeing him with the same good eyes she had looked at amnesiac Eric…

    You bet we can’t wait for Eric’s PoV!!! If you are feeling generous towards those of us returning to work tomorrow (ugh Mondays!!!) perhaps there could be a bonus posting tonight???? Pretty please?

  17. I love how you have taken us from CH’s Sookie in chapter one, to the rambling, awkward, smarter, and more mature Sookie of this chapter. I went from actually liking Olivia to wanting Eric to dump her. I am soooo looking forward to Eric’s POV. Would love to know his thoughts and feelings during his talk with Sookie. So happy that Pam knows Sookie’s true feelings. I hope she does some meddling!

  18. Poor Sookie, she’s breaking my heart! Add those damn pregnancy hormones to the mix and she’s just a mess, isn’t she? Going home to paint that nursery all by herself… I’m sure that Sophie Ann’s main intention, making sure that Sookie’s skills were up to par and that Eric still wanted her as part of the retinue for Rhodes because surely she’d never be able to ascertain that with a simple phone call. I can’t wait to read Eric’s POV! He’s got to be bored out of his ever-loving vampire mind with Olivia, no matter how well she might fit the role of the perfect vampire companion. Eric, at least as I’ve always interpreted him, has never sought perfection in his companions. He always claimed that he could get that anywhere. He enjoyed, craved, and loved the excitement that Sookie brought to his existence, so his POV should prove more than interesting. Great chapter!

  19. Poor Sookie, she had mental constipation that lead to verbal diarrhea. That was mostly because she couldn’t leave Eric when he announced their time up. I don’t think he wanted her to leave either. I don’t think he really had anywhere he had or needed to be. I wonder if Eric will figure out what purpose Beehl’s blood has in Sookie or will Sophie Ann fill him in. Loved to get Eric’s POV.

  20. Great update. I speculate that the reason Sookie won’t name her baby after Adele is Sookie has found out about her past with Fintan…… it’ll be interesting to see how that plays out.
    Poor Sookie and her ramblings… there any way that Eric is ‘feeling” Sookie at this time and feels her regret and love? Can’t wait to see what you write for his PoV…..


  21. I think I reread this like 4 times now. I loved their interaction and can just see the wheels turning in Eric’s mind. Can’t wait to see what he is actually thinking.

  22. Ohhhh, poor Sookie! I so love her. She is, of course, her special, fiery self, but she is also the same as everyone who is ever confronted with the object of their love/attraction—thinking that love is unrequited/undeserved—spouting off all sorts of nonsense in an effort to keep the interaction going. My heart breaks for her, and I’m sure you will break it all over again with Eric’s POV.

    Every girl needs herself a Pam.

    Just beautiful, real, writing, Kat. Brilliant.

  23. I just love it. Everything about it. I’m sure you’d appreciate more specific comments – but it’s all good. The characters, the plot, everything. Also, Sookie and Eric finally interacting gave me some butterflies. Can’t wait for Eric’s POV.

  24. That awkwardness sounded rough, especially with Sookie inability to just stay quiet. The fact that she kept taking steps back, when she didn’t get any response from Eric was a bit symbolic, for me like that’s exactly what happening for them when comes to their realtionship . I think Sookie’s love, and postive outlook on the way she wants raise her daughter is great. Although, I wish she reserve some of that onto herself aswell.

  25. i know her being in the bar was difficult for sure. poor girl, the object of her desire shunned her more or less. i know why and for what reasons but i thought for sure Eric would place his hand over Sook’s swollen pregnant belly just to see if he could feel the baby.. i guess my heart ached for it… but i was wrong and he ran from her. i do believe with all my heart if she kept rambling on she would have wheedled him down and he would have gathered her in his arms and told her he missed her too. sish…. but I guess i will have to wait to see if that ever happens. KY

  26. Ok you got me. Sookie has won me over! This story has me going back and forth. First I wanted to shake Sookie and give her a come to Jesus and now I want to do the same to Eric! Besides, Miss Perfect is just not getting it done for our Viking. I think Eric is trying his very hardest to not be bored with Olivia but I think it’s becoming a struggle for him to remain interested. She’s a good rebound for him but that’s about it. Thanks for the update!

  27. Wow, isn’t she a mess, and thats not even pregnancy hormones, just plain old regret and despair.
    I think it’s a lesson she needed to learn, about herself more than Eric or even Bill, but its done now.
    I have a feeling Pam is going to go in to bat for our favourite telepath and I don’t think it will take much to persuade Eric, that’s probably why he left. Sorry Olivia, we all know it was never going to work.

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