Disclaimer: These are characters from the fabulous brain of Charlaine Harris. They are not my creations, I'm just taking them out to dinner for the evening and will bring the home by midnight! Promise!
Sookie POV
Chapter 1 Sookie and the Little Blue Stick
"Oh hell," I said out loud to the little blue stick. "Eric? No. Not possible." And then I had another really awful OSM and I remembered. The only time in my life that I had unprotected sex with someone who could actually get me pregnant, and I get knocked up! Well, at least I knew the date for sure, December 24th. That's good since I didn't really know the father all that well. His name was Preston Pardloe, the were, from the Deer Killer Pack from south of Baton Rouge.
Well you've outdone yourself this time Stackhouse! I thought to myself. You are officially white trash. You're a barmaid in a dead-end job, under educated, unmarried, and now knocked up by a one night stand. You're hardly the picture of a Southern Belle. I could just hear Gran rolling over in her grave. Well, hmmm…actually, maybe she'd be supportive of me instead. After all, she had a tryst with Fintan Brigant the Faery –TWICE – and had my dad and Aunt Linda, so I guess we are just peas in a pod, she and I.
Oh, I wish Amelia were here. Amelia would know just what to say to make me feel better. I was glad to get her out of the house since Tray's death. She was getting so mopy—a real downer, but who could blame her. Certainly not me! I mean, her boyfriend had died trying to save me in a war that I dragged most of my friends and family into. She had left to go back to her home in New Orleans for about a three-month period because she couldn't stand to be around Bon Temps (read ME) during the aftermath of Tray's funeral. I hoped that she'd be back, but I kind of doubted it.
I was running out of fingers to tally up the dead that had crossed my path since I had first come across vampires. The Ratrays, Maudette Pickens, poor Dawn, Gran, (I welled up at the thought of her kind soul), LaFayette, cousin Hadley, Godric, Debbie Pelt (no loss there), Peter Threadgood (there either), Sophie-Anne and her children, Crystal (poor thing), and even my own Faery godmother Claudine--the list was endless. I am a harbinger of death. I thought to myself. Quite an irony since I would now be bringing a new life into the world. That gave me kind of a glimmer of hope. Maybe everything would work out for me after all.
