Six Years Later

"Yes, Eric, yes! Right there, harder, faster!" Sookie was moaning as Eric moved on top of her, faster and faster until she was so close to her completion that she could almost feel it.

"What are you guys doing?"

Sookie's eyes popped open, and she shrieked, causing Eric to immediately withdraw. She panicked and drew him closer to her while she frantically brought the crumpled sheets up to cover the both of them.

"Alexander! What are you doing in here; I thought the door was locked!" Sookie was trying not to freak out, but she was finding it difficult, especially as Eric seemed to find the situation funny and was currently laughing hysterically into her shoulder.

"Dad showed me a really cool trick."

Immediately Eric's shoulder's stopped shaking, and Sookie's panicked expression faded into one of forced calmness, and when he looked up at his wife and saw that expression on her face, he suddenly felt very fearful.

"Alexander, mommy and daddy were just exercising, please go back upstairs and keep an eye on your sister."

The six year old immediately obeyed and left the doorway. Sookie waited until she could hear the familiar pitter patter of little feet going up the stairs, and then began banging her open palm against Eric's shoulder. "Get. Off. Of. Me. You. Ass!"

He scrambled off of her quickly and put his boxers back on, and tossed her her robe that she hurriedly fastened onto her body while still glaring at him. For his part, he just waited silently, albeit fearfully for when she would speak. He knew it wouldn't be pretty.

It wasn't.

"Eric Northman, you taught our son how to pick locks?" He cringed. Whenever she said his full name, he was shit out of luck. With longing he stared at his comfy bed. He wouldn't be sleeping there tonight. "How could you do that? When you came here, you swore to me that you were choosing me, you were choosing us over that life, and now you're teaching Alexander how to pick locks?"

He was speechless. There was nothing he could say in defense of himself, because she was right, he had sworn to her that he was leaving the thieving lifestyle for good, to be a true family with her.

Six Years Ago

"Push Sookie, push, come on sweetheart, you're at the home stretch here, the first one's done, now you just need to bring little Kathleen into the world, everyone wants to see her beautiful face."

Sookie huffed and puffed as Sam let her squeeze the ever loving shit out of his hand without ever once flinching. Through the past nine months, he had been amazing to her, and now he was at her side as she gave birth, acting as her own personal cheerleader.

Alexander had already made his entrance into the world, and he was still screaming and crying, and to Sookie it sounded like he was impatient for his little twin sister to be by his side again, and she was trying her hardest to fulfill her little boy's wishes.

She yelled out as another contraction passed through her, but was startled by a commotion in the hallway right outside her hospital room door.

"I am family you bureaucratic piece of shit! I'm her fucking husband, now let me in or I'll shove your head so far up your ass…."

"Oh shit." Sam said, and dropped her hand. She was taken away from the moment as another contraction washed over her and she screamed out.

Immediately the door slammed open, and she was looking up at her estranged husband, who looked entirely freaked out. However, she wasn't sure if he was actually there, or if the drugs and the pain were making her exceptionally loopy.

"Eric?" She asked faintly, as in the background she could hear the doctor telling her that he daughter was coming.

"I'm here, älskare, I'm here at last." He strode across the room, and practically shoved Sam out of the way to be at her side. She looked up at him in wonderment, but then tore her gaze from him as the mother of all contractions hit her, and recognizing the feeling from the birth of Alexander, she braced herself for her daughter's arrival into the world.

She was not disappointed as shortly after the feeling, she heard a slurping noise and then more shrieks, intermingling with Alexander's, and great sense of relief passed through her, and her body went limp.

Eric stared down at Sookie. She was sweating, and her hair was everywhere, and she was still faintly cursing like a sailor, but to him, his wife had never looked more beautiful. As soon as he had heard that the ruse he'd pulled with planting the fall guy had worked, he'd hopped onto the next plane to England. Apparently, not a moment too soon.

He was knocked out of his admiration of his wife as across the room, he heard from the nurses attending to his daughter, "Bag her, bag her, we're losing her." There was a great flurry of movement, and in the confusion he was knocked to the side, and all he could do was stare helplessly at the massive huddle of people surrounding his daughter.

Alexander's cries had quieted as if he knew what a somber moment this was, and Eric brought his shaking hands to his face, only to bring them back, staring in amazement at the tears coating his fingers. He looked over at Sookie quickly to see how she was taking it, but she was so out of it from drugs, he was pretty sure she didn't know where she was at that moment.

Finally after what felt like an eternity to him, the crowd surrounding his daughter dispersed, and to his great relief he saw her waving an impossibly tiny fist in the air. The nurses were laughing in relief, some were crying, and the head doctor approached him, and said gently, "Mr. Northman, you're daughter is fine now, would you like to see her?"

All he could do was nod. He was led, stumbling, over to where his daughter was now placed in a containment unit next to his son. He stared in awe at his perfect children. If there was any doubt that they might not be identical twins, it was erased in that moment. They were two halves of the same puzzle, and for a brief moment he found himself oddly relieved that they were not of the same gender. His son appeared to be sleeping, but his daughter was staring up at him, and with a shock, he realized that she had his eyes.

He placed his hand on the glass box, wishing desperately that he knew what Sookie wanted to name them, wishing he had a name to put to the angelic face.

"Kathleen. Her name is Kathleen, and her brother is Alexander." A voice from behind him spoke, and he turned to see Sam Merlotte staring at his children with longing in his eyes.

"Alexander and Kathleen, those are good, strong names." He approved of Sookie's choice, though he would have anyway, by sheer virtue of the fact that Sookie chose them.

"That's why she chose them." The longing was obvious when he spoke, and Eric cut him sharply with his gaze.

"You may go now, you're work is done, I am relieving you."

The sandy haired man gave him a dirty glare, another faint, loving glance to the infants in front of him, and then left the room quickly.

"Eric…." He heard Sookie whisper from across the room, and he quickly made his way back to her side.

"Lover, rest now. You need your sleep."

She closed her eyes, but not before whispering, "Lover, huh? I thought I would never hear that again."

It was hours later that, as Sookie nursed a hungry Alex, and Eric held a sleeping Kathleen, that he finally finished explaining everything to her, especially emphasizing that it was all done for her protection.

She was quiet for a long while, and he brace himself for her reaction. He was surprised when she spoke. "Fine, I accept what you had to do to protect me and the children, but I'm telling you now, if you're with me, you're with me. There is no jetting around Europe stealing paintings, no hopping back to the U.S to forge a bond. You stay with me. You stay with your family."

He looked down at the sleeping babe in his arms, and then to the one in his mother's arms, sucking voraciously at her breast. Finally, he brought his gaze back up to the most beautiful woman in the world. "Sookie, lover, wild horses couldn't drag me away."

Finally he spoke. "I'm sorry."

Just like that, all the fight seeped out from her, and her shoulders sagged. "You don't say that often."

"Only when I mean it."

"I just want us to be normal."

"I know you do lover, and for the most part, we will be, but you will admit, lock picking can be a useful tool to have. And I promise not to teach him how to rappel down the side of a building until he's older."

She snorted a laugh at that, and approached him and wrapped her arms languidly around his neck, kissing the tip of his nose playfully. "I love you."

He kissed her back, though on the lips, and with much more passion. "I know, and I love you my lover."

They kissed once more, but were interrupted by a loud thump from above them, silence, and then a loud wail cut through the whole house.

"Mom, dad, Kathleen fell off the couch!"

"NO I DIDN'T, YOU PUSHED ME!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

They sighed in unison and leaned together, their foreheads touching. "Will you take care of that while I hop in the shower?" She asked, nipping at his lower lip sensually.

"Will I get to join in when I come back?" He asked, already turning and striding out of the bedroom.

She smacked him on the ass, causing him to turn and pierce her with a smoldering gaze. "If you're lucky."

She heard his low chuckled as he left the room, the one that promised that he wasn't going to be the only one to get lucky.

She dropped her robe and headed into the bathroom with a satisfied smile on her face. She loved her family.

Fin.

A/N: There it is. Done. I hoped you enjoyed this crazy ride of mine! Next to be updated will be Nothing Personal, and then Shattered obviously. Those will be on a rotation, though I have no set updating schedule as of yet. Thanks for reading.

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