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Chapter 4

SPOV

We pull up to a somehow familiar looking house then and I trail after Eric and Godric, entering the thankfully warm house as my mind is trying to comprehend what I have just learned. Evidently, people are trying to kill me, which yeah, really fucking blows. Also, apparently, I'm part of a notorious crime family. And not just some underling either, no, I'm next in line to run the damn thing! Holy fucking hell!

Never, in all the times I tried to imagine what my past life may have been like had I ever dreamed it would be so wild and frankly, downright terrifying. My very life is in danger and here I am with these two men I can't seem to remember who know about me than I do myself. This is insane, totally fucking insane. I plop down to a plush, white couch then with a loud sigh, looking around curiously.

"Where are we?" I ask as the two of them who are currently sitting across from me with matching, concerned gazes.

"One of our safe houses," Eric tells me dismissively. "We'll bunk here for the night and tomorrow we can return home."

"Home?" I ask as they nod. "As in the home of the Brigant family?"

"As in your family," Godric corrects softly as I shake my head, still having a hard time coming to terms with the truth of who I really am. I shake that thought away for the time being as I study the two men across from me curiously.

"So, who are you both, really? Because back at the bar, you said you didn't know me," I remind them with a cocked brow.

"Would you rather us out you as Susannah Brigant, next in line to head the most notorious crime family in New Orleans in a crowded restaurant?" Eric challenges as I let out an exasperated sigh, shaking my head.

"No, I suppose not," I concede. As much as I hate to admit it, he does have a valid point. "So, how do I know you? I assume you're both part of the family as well?" That could explain the matching shield tattoos, I suppose, like some kind of underground identification or something.

"We are," Godric says hesitantly. "We're your personal bodyguards actually, but we share a more…intimate relationship with you as well." I raise a brow at him as the two of them proceed to flash me the Celtic knots inked upon their wrists. I pull out my own wrist, examining the three of them side by side, a bit more closely before looking up to them with a pinched brow.

"What do they mean?" I ask curiously.

"We got these to commemorate the night of our commitment ceremony to one another," Eric informs me as my brows jump to my hairline. Did he just say commitment ceremony? Holy shit.

"So, we're what? Married to one another? The three of us?" I ask in shock as they both nod gravely. Wow, just…wow. I stand then before I start pacing anxiously before my two husbands (wow, really weird to say that, even in my head) trying to come to terms with this second, startling bit of news I've discovered tonight.

Well, this certainly explains the way they acted to seeing Alcide and I together, you know, since I'm their wife. So totally crazy. I've been married this entire time and I couldn't even remember my own damn husbands. Stupid, stupid brain. I wonder how many other important things I have yet to remember. I stop then, looking over to them both as they gaze up to me longingly.

"So, we're married," I reiterate, receiving dual nods. "I was missing for an entire year. Why didn't you come find me? Did you even look for me?" I ask angrily, but the look of pure anguish that crosses their faces at my harsh accusation cools my ire instantly and makes me nearly double over as I'm stabbed with intense guilt.

"Sookie, we thought you were dead," Eric informs me, as he looks to be fighting back tears. "You have no idea the fucking hell we've both been through this past year, thinking we'd lost you forever."

"I'm so sorry," I whisper as hot tears sting my eyes. I plop back to the couch feeling like a total ass as I drop my head in my hands in defeat. I can't even begin to understand the pain they've been in as I've been completely oblivious thanks to my damned amnesia. The couch sinks lower then and I glance up to see them sitting to either side of me.

"Dear one, it's not your fault," Godric whispers against my ear as they wrap their arms around me tightly, encircling me with their warm, comforting embrace. "But don't think there was even one second that passed that we didn't think of you; that we didn't mourn your loss. I never want to feel like that ever again. Losing you was like losing a part of myself, it nearly killed me." I begin crying in earnest then; hating the pain I have caused the both of them, albeit unknowingly.

"We've got you back now," Eric says softly, brushing away my tears before placing a chaste kiss to my temple. "That's what's important. And we'll never leave your side, never again," he assures me, bringing a small smile to my lips.

We sit together for a time, relishing the feel of holding one another and I know this is what I've been missing this past year. They're the reason I couldn't move on to build a new life for myself. I couldn't leave them behind.

"So how did you find me?" I ask softly, breaking the silence. "I mean, I was gone for an entire year and you both said I was assumed dead, so how did you end up at Merlotte's tonight?"

"We saw your picture in the paper," Godric informs me, shaking his head lightly. "We could hardly believe it. We had to see for ourselves if you were truly alive and well." Wow, that had to come as quite a shock, seeing their supposedly deceased wife alive and well, smiling for a picture on the front page of a newspaper. Like something out of the Twilight Zone or something, I'd bet.

"Which is most likely the same way that man who broke into your house tonight found you as well," Eric informs me as his jaw ticks in irritation. Ah, then there's that. Of course, if I'd known there were people after me, that I was some high ranking crime boss, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to have my face printed on the front page.

"Were you staking out my house then? Is that how you got to the intruder so fast?" I ask curiously as they nod to me.

"We're your personal body guards, dear one," Godric reminds me. "We knew if we could track you down so easily, your enemies would as well. That man who broke in and hurt your friend was a member of a rival gang; we've been at war with them for some time now."

"A rival gang?" I ask nervously as they nod in unison. "Are they the ones responsible for the crash that night, the one that wiped out my memories?" I suppose if my family is involved in some sort of gang war, it's highly likely they'd want to see a high ranked member of the opposing family taken out of the picture.

"You were run off the road that night?" Godric asks in shock as I nod to them, watching as they share a look of surprise between one another. They didn't know? Just what the hell happened that night?

"So what happened that night?" I ask curiously. "I remember the car chase and being run off the road, but I can't remember anything that happened before that," I inform them as they share a look of confusion.

"We don't know," Eric tells me with a furrowed brow. "Being your bodyguard isn't exactly easy, you know; you had a bad habit of taking off on your own," he tells me with a raised brow, making me feel like a chastised child. Whoops. "That night you disappeared and no one could tell us where you went or what you were up to. We didn't even know you'd been in a wreck until days later, and by then, well …," he trails off with a pained expression. I reach out to squeeze his hand gently then, earning me a weak smile.

"We searched everywhere for you, dear one," Godric assures me. "We tore apart every safe house, every place we could possibly think you might go looking for any clues to your location, but after months had passed and we still hadn't gotten word from you, well, we assumed the worst was true."

"Great, so the only one who knows what happened that night is me," I say with a defeated sigh. "And I can't remember a damn thing."

"We'll worry about all that later, Lover," Eric tells me as he begins rubbing small circles over my knuckles with his thumb, an act I find to be vaguely familiar and immensely comforting.

"We can discuss this further when we return you home tomorrow. For now though, we want nothing more than to spend some much needed time reconnecting with our wife," Godric says softly before pressing a light kiss to my cheek. I lean back against them then letting out a soft, contented sigh.

"I only wish I could remember you both," I tell them sadly. "I wish I could remember anything about the time we shared together."

"I think we can help with that," Eric tells me with a wide grin, standing and pulling me to my feet. The two of them lead me deeper into the house then and my curiosity builds as they lead me into a large bedroom at the back of the house. I gaze around inquisitively, realizing this place seems familiar somehow.

"Is this my stuff?" I ask, earning a nod from my husbands. I begin exploring then, looking through the dresser drawers first, before trailing to the large, walk in closet. I start looking through the accumulated collection of belongings in an attempt to jog my blank memory.

Godric steps beside me then, flashing me a warm smile before reaching up to a shelf above our heads and pulling down a worn looking photo album. Bingo. I grin at him before following him out of the closet and the three of us proceed to make ourselves comfortable atop the large bed before flipping open the large book across our combined laps.

The pages are filled with pictures of the three of us smiling and laughing together and I have to smile seeing just how happy we all look. Evidently, I have visited numerous countries with my husbands as there are pictures of us in different places all over the world. From images of the three of us sunbathing beside the ocean to standing bundled up together upon a snowy mountain top, they're all here on the pages, showing me a life I desperately want to remember.

As we continue flipping through the numerous pages, I realize many of the places seem familiar. I smile then, realizing I've seen many of these same places in my dreams, as if my mind was trying to remind me of the many happy memories I've made with these two men I chose to share my life with.

Eric and Godric are commentating on the wide array of photos, recalling the many trips we've taken with fond smiles and I find myself grinning as I let the familiar sound of their voices lull me to a state of contentment.

I flip to the last page of the album and stare down in wonderment at the various images depicting the night of our commitment ceremony. There we are, standing on the beach together, with me grasping each of their hands as we grin widely at one another. The love we have for one another is evident on our shining faces as we share the most important day of our lives.

Tears spring to my eyes as I take in the images, wishing desperately I could remember such an important day, the day I committed my life to my husbands. I need to get my memories back and swear to myself then and there that I will do whatever it takes to remember everything about my past. I close the book then, looking up to Eric and Godric with watery eyes.

"Thank you," I whisper, wiping away the tears before they can fall as the two of them hold me tightly between them.

"Of course, Lover," Eric whispers against my temple as he pulls the covers up over the three of us. I yawn then, realizing it must be close to dawn by now. Sleep sounds good, very, very good.

"It was a pleasure, dear one," Godric tells me before reaching over to click off the bedside lamp. The room is washed in darkness as the three of us settle ourselves in the large bed, with my husbands holding me tightly between them, encasing me in their combined limbs and bringing a contented smile to my lips. This feels right, it feels like home.

"I love you, my Sookie," Eric whispers against my ear before nuzzling his nose against my neck softly.

"I love you, dear one," echoes Godric from my opposite side, settling his face into the crook of my neck with a soft, contented sigh.

I wonder briefly if I should return the words of endearment, but realize it seems wrong so long as I can't remember them. A small smile curls my lips then as I realize I've been given a precious gift; the gift of falling in love with these two men all over again. With this thought in mind, I find myself drifting off to a restful slumber within their warm embrace.