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True Blood

A Mother's Unconditional Love

Chapter 2


Pam walked towards her full length mirror, with her outfit for the night draped over her arm. In one fluid motion she had the leather pants up over her well formed hips. When she tried to fasten around her lower middle she discovered to her horror that she could not. The pant's waistline would not make contact on the midriff so that she could slip the button into the hole. Pam stared in horror. They didn't fit. How could they NOT fit!? She just bought them! Jerking them off angrily and flinging them across the floor, she dashed back to her closet.

"Fuck!" Pam cried, flinging the last piece of 'fancy' clothing across the floor. Her last hope was her pink jumpsuit which was in the dresser. Relief washed over Pam as she pulled the pants up. They fit, granted they were pushing towards tight but they fit. They had a lot more give than any of the leather she'd tried on. She slipped on a tank and the jacket, staring at her reflection. She could see it now, the protrusion of her lower abdomen. It made her feel nauseated and disgusted with herself. There was this creature, invading her body. A parasite that she never wanted. This small 'bump' was proof of her worst fears. She had a monster, growing inside her.

Pam stormed from Fangtasia, she needed some air, which she found ironic. Considering, she didn't actually need to breathe. She felt ill, as if she was going to be sick. She inhaled deep gulps of the cool night air, as she leaned forward. Her hand found its way to her stomach, her mind was racing. She wasn't prepared for this, she wasn't made to be a mother! She had been a whore for God sake! A WHORE! She didn't have a maternal bone in her body. Anyone could ask Tara, her progeny. She could tell people how terrible Pam is at being a maker. This parasite was going to be solely dependant on her for its survival. Unlike Tara this… this creature will be completely defenseless against the cruelties of the world.

Pam's stomach churned, she was really going to be sick. When she turned to puke, she saw Eric. Who was at her side in seconds. He held her blonde locks from her face and soothingly rubbed her back. She wiped the blood off her mouth with the back of her hand. His arms instantly wound their way around her, drawing her up against his chest. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her lashes and down her cold porcelain cheeks.

"I can't do this, Eric. I can't," She gripped his shirt with one hand while the other rested on her stomach. "I can't."

Eric rested his head in her hair, "But you can. You are going to be an amazing mother."

"I was a whore!" she stated, her voice trembling slightly, "I'm a whore."

Eric cupped Pam's chin, raising her gaze to meet his, "You WERE a whore. You are not anymore. Pam, you took care of those young women. Half of them probably would have been dead somewhere without you. You are going to surprise yourself."

Before Pam could dispute his declaration, Eric pressed his lips to her, killing the protest on her lips instantly. Eric always had that affect on her, he could always make problems, even un-life changing huge ones, seem to dissolve temporarily from her overwhelmed mind. Though she would never admit it, this is the only time since she's known her maker that she didn't believe him. While she was alive, she hated her parents, particularly her mother. This thing growing inside her was genetically designed to hate her since she too loathed her own mother.

"It's not just that," she whimpered against his chest, "My clothes don't fit!"

Eric couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't decide what disturbed Pam more, the fact she was with child, or that her clothes didn't fit. "Then tomorrow night we shall go shopping." Pam nodded slowly, allowing Eric to lead her back to Fangtasia. They walked slowly, giving Pam more time to collect herself before entering through the Bar's front doors.

Eric stayed with Pam, while she slept. She had been so upset and distraught that he couldn't bring himself to leave her. He couldn't help but allow his gaze fall to her stomach, he was thrilled. Like Pam, he was terrified. Though he would never admit it to her, he didn't want to scare her anymore than she already was. When he was alive, he had fathered six children and yet they were basically strangers to him. He was not able to really be apart of their lives. How would he handle this child? Would he be the father this child deserved? He could only hope he would be. There was one thing that Eric knew for sure, even with his doubts. Is that no matter what kind of father he was, good or bad, this child was going to know that they are loved and wanted. He was not going to sit on the sidelines this time, like he had when he was alive.

Leaning forward, he kissed Pam on the top of her head, "Vi kommer att vara en familj." (We are going to be a family.) Pam instinctively moved closer to Eric as she slept. "Jag älskar dig." (I love you.)

He truly believed Pam was going to be a fantastic mother, this child is lucky to have her no matter what she believed. He just hoped he would be able to be as great of a father to his child. A small smile crept across his lips as he allowed himself to lay down and drift off into a deep sleep.


A/N: There you go everyone. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it's a tad bit short, the next chapter will be longer. Have a great day! Please Review.