Here's Chapter 4. Hope you like it! Next chapter is already partially written. I hope it will be a hit! I should have it up by tomorrow evening.

These characters belong to Charlaine Harris, not me!

Sookie's POV

I woke up on my couch with Eric over me telling me to wake up because my dinner was ready. I must have fallen asleep while I was watching TV. earlier. The last thing I remember was lying there as Eric sitting down with me and getting a phone call, as he was waiting for the chicken to thaw. The next thing I know my dinner is ready.

I sat up, with a little help from Eric and he placed the tray on my lap. He actually sat down right beside of me and tried to feed me. I put a stop to that. I may be beat up and bitten, but I can feed myself. As I sat and ate, Eric said, "Sookie, I've been thinking that maybe you should come stay at my house." "Er," I interjected. He cut me off before I even got his name out, "Just hear me out lover. I know you said you weren't ready for any big changes, but I'm only asking you to stay with me until you are better. I can't stay with you all the time because of the club, but if you stayed with me, I would be able to keep you safe, take care of you, and help you with whatever you needed as you heal. I have no intention of making you stay with me, if you do not wish to, once you have recovered."

I wasn't totally cool with the way the conversation was headed, nor with the fact that Eric wasn't trying to let me speak. As he was talking I continued to eat. The chicken was really good. Who would have thought that Eric was able to cook! When he finished his speech of how I should live with him, I replied, "I don't know if staying with you even for a short time is a good idea. I am still so confused and although I am extremely happy when I'm around you, and I love how good to me you've been the past few days I think it could be a bad move."

I finished my last few bites of dinner in silence. After I had finished saying my piece Eric actually looked like a lost puppy sitting in front of me. I couldn't help thinking that maybe there was more going on here that I didn't know about. For Eric to be this sweet and this passive was crazy. It's not like him to let me have the last word in any situation.

Eric's POV

I helped Sookie sit up and put the tray on her lap. I sat down beside of her and tried to feed her, but she wouldn't let me. She actually grabbed the fork from my hand and yelled at me for trying. I love the fact that she is not afraid of me. She has never been afraid to tell me off. She has always spoken her mind to me. It's almost as if I have met my match.

She started eating. As she was eating, I was thinking I needed to figure out what to say and in my searching for words, I decided to quit worrying and just enjoy the evening with her. I decided that when the time is right, I will know it. When it is right, I will know exactly what I need to say to her and it will just happen. For now I will just love her and protect her. "Sookie, I've been thinking that maybe you should come stay at my house." "Er," she interjected. I cut her off before she was even able to say my name, "Just hear me out lover. I know you said you weren't ready for any big changes, but I'm only asking you to stay with me until you are better. I can't stay with you all the time because of the club, but if you stayed with me, I would be able to keep you safe, take care of you, and help you with whatever you needed as you heal. I have no intention of making you stay with me, if you do not wish to, once you have recovered." I was hoping she would say yes. I just wanted to spend as much time with her as possible in the next three weeks and I wanted to be able to keep her safe, but she did not give me the answer I wanted to hear.

My pride was crushed when she said she didn't think staying with me was a good idea. She actually called it a bad move. How could having me to take care of you, pamper you, and protect you be a bad fucking move?

She was finished with her dinner so I took her tray back to the kitchen. When I was coming back in the living room she told me how good her dinner was and she said that I really surprised her. Although her words had crushed my pride a few moments ago, I must say that hearing that I surprised her made me feel a lot better. I simply replied, "Thank you, I'm really glad you enjoyed it" and laid back and put my arm around her. I love to hold her in my arms. I will certainly have to make sure I get the chance to hold her as much as possible in the next three weeks.