Okay, everyone! It's back! I am now writing the My Way Universe once again! And, as promised at the end of Living Dead In Dallas: My Way, there is a bit of a time jump here – of about six or so months, bringing the date in the ficverse up to April 15th 2012, therefore the events of the previous story were taking place in October 2011.

Also, apologies if there are any continuity errors in the first part of this story – my notes are a bit confusing!

I want to dedicate this story to ValhallaQueen123 who persuaded me to pull this one off of the shelf, dust it off and start writing it again!

Disclaimer: Not Mine

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Six months later ….

EPOV

"Good evening to you, lover" I said, just as I woke up from my daytime rest to find that my beautiful wife was in the bed beside me, completely surrounded by pillows and looking seriously uncomfortable while she continued to read a Game of Thrones – the novel that she had recently been working on, usually whenever she couldn't sleep and I was resting.

But then I supposed that she had every right to look as if she were uncomfortable – if I were nine months pregnant, I would look just a little bit uncomfortable too.

"Hey" she answered, putting her bookmark back inside at the appropriate page and then placed the book off to the side.

"How are you feeling today? Was the baby good for you?" I questioned, sitting up in the bed with my back against the pillows and the sheets pulled up around me.

"If you mean that my stomach is so big that I can't see my toes, and my ankles are so swollen that I can barely walk, I feel like a beached whale – even though all I want to do is eat junk food all day. And on top of that I have been puking non stop today. My back aches and it feels like I got cramps in my stomach. I feel like crap and it doesn't help looking at you and seeing that six pack that you have going on there, reminding me of the fact that you could have any woman that you want – vampire, human, werewolf or dung beetle. I'm just a fat bitch who is carrying a half human sprog! I'm surprised that you haven't cut all ties and ran already!" Sookie said, tears beginning to flow from her big blue eyes and down her cheeks.

Oh shit … crying women. Really not my speciality!

"Lover, why would I run? I want you, only you" I said, trying not to be hurt by the words that were coming out of her mouth – over the course of her pregnancy, I had come to learn that there were certain things that were coming out of her mouth, that I had to just learn to simply ignore and not take them to my head, while reassuring her at the same time. This was also not the first time that I had heard the "cut and run" rant.

"Because you could have anybody and yet here I am … with the most unsexy body that anybody ever had" she said, sniffling a little.

"Lover, I have told you and I will tell you again, your body is the sexiest one that I have ever seen in all of my thousand plus years on this earth. You are the one to carry my vampire baby, none of the other girls – or dung beetles as you say. You are the one that I want, Sookie. None of them. Come here" I said, and then pulled her off of the bed and put her onto my lap, where her head settled carefully into the crook of my neck, and allowed her hormones to settle down a little bit while rubbing her back, soothing her.

Those fucking hormones really were so fucking pesky – but I also learned that I had to be nice to them, since it was them that I had to thank for getting laid so many times during the pregnancy (well, up until the last couple of weeks, where her horniness had taken a complete nosedive and I could count on one hand the amount of times that we had had sex in that period of time on one hand and still have three spare fingers).

"Can you stay at home tonight, honey? I need to be near my husband, and it feels as though this baby is going to come sooner rather than later" Sookie answered, while keeping herself wrapped up close to me.

"Of course, lover" I answered – even though I desperately wanted to argue that the only work that I had been doing was the essential work that couldn't be held off until after the baby was born, and it was only talking me out for an hour or so every couple of nights for the last few weeks.

But my lover was far, far more important than any of that, I thought to myself. And I didn't want to miss one single moment of the birth – or the time before it or after it, especially before it since it was the last few selfish days that Sookie and I would get to spend completely alone with my wife.

"Come here" I said, leaning my head down towards her and placing my lips gently onto hers, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips that caused her to moan out loudly after a few seconds, and it was enough to make my cock stand to attention.

"Can you feel that, lover? Can you feel how much that my dick wants you, can you feel what you do to him? To me? Don't ever say that you are not good enough for me, Sookie. You are my beautiful wife and the only one that ever turns me on. I love you, Sookie. You are my lover, my wife and my appointed Queen of Louisiana. Do not ever think that you are not worthy of me, it is I who is not worthy of you, your love or your body" I said to her, while looking at her straight in the eyes while the honesty and the love radiated off of me through the bond that we shared.

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