Sookie's POV:
I climb out of Bill's grave, blood soaked and sobbing. Then I kneel by his grave, the final resting place of Bill Compton. I start pushing piles of dirt in until the grave is completely covered. I have felt pain before, but this pain is worse than losing Alcide. It is even worse than losing Gran. It weighs down on me and crushes my lungs, pushing the air out of me.
By the time I get back to my house, someone is waiting on the front porch. It is Eric. I shake my head when I see him. "Eric, I really want to be alone right now, so just…go." I say, trying to hold back the tears that will spill over any second. He stands up and walks down the porch steps towards me.
"What happened?" He asks, a sympathetic expression on his face. He takes my face in his hands, and I lean on them, putting one of my hands on his.
"I killed Bill." I say, tears running down my face again.
"Did you give up your light?" He asks. I shake my head, and he relaxes.
"I couldn't do it. So I staked him instead. He's buried." I manage to say before choking on my own grief. I start sobbing again, and Eric holds me close to him.
"I love you, Sookie Stackhouse. I used to think love was such a foolish thing, but it isn't. Not anymore. Because I have you now." He whispers in my ear. This just makes me cry harder, because it makes me think of when Bill asked me to marry him. I was so happy in that moment. And now Bill is dead. There is nothing left of him other than a bloody grave. Eric strokes my hair.
"Let's go inside. Okay?" I nod into his shirt, and he picks me up and carries me inside. Pretty soon I have stopped crying and he has me all tucked into bed. I lay with my head on his shoulder.
"Eric, about what you said earlier? I love you, too, but I can't start anything right now. Not with Alcide and Bill just gone. But will you wait for me?" I ask, hoping the answer will be yes.
"Oh, Sookie. For you, anything." He says, looking me in the eyes and kissing my forehead. I finally fall asleep in his arms, knowing that he will cover the windows so that he can stay with me in the morning. I asked him to. And as he said before, for me, anything.
Seven years later: Thanksgiving:
Eric's POV:
Sookie sets the table inside the house so that there is enough room for everyone. Jason, Bridget, Jessica, Hoyt, Pam, Adilyn, Wade, Rocky, Holly, Andy, and several other people who I forgot their names. The kids will sit in the kitchen.
I am so happy. Sookie walks into the living room, where I am putting out drinks. Her pregnant belly bulges out under her dress, and I just think it makes her all the more beautiful. It had been several years since we were married, and we figured we wanted kids, so we found a sperm donor, and, well, it worked out great. We're having a baby, and I am so excited to finally be a father. I pull Sookie to me and wrap my arms around her belly, letting her lean against me.
"I am so proud of you." I whisper. She looks at me.
"For what?" She asks.
"I don't know. Everything. I say. She laughs, and we kiss, and in that moment, everything is perfect. Even with all the people we have lost, we have found our way to love each other, and I know that somewhere high above our house, Mrs. Stackhouse is smiling.