Sorry it took me so long to update, this chapter is shorter than usual, but it's packed full of drama! I'm working on the next chapter currently. All mistakes are my own because I'm not cool enough to have a beta =) Anyhow enjoy, and leave some love when you come to the end of this chapter.. reviews make me happy!


After Pam's departure I sat in the silent, empty house – I stared off into space for what seemed like hours but was mere minutes before sighing deeply and pulling myself off the couch. It wasn't going to do me any good to sit here and sulk, to go over the 'what ifs', so instead I decided I would simply sleep on it. It sounded like a good enough plan to me, so I walked into my bedroom and rummaged through the drawers until I found the shirt I wanted to sleep in. I hadn't worn it in ages, because like everything that reminded me of him, I wanted it long buried and forgotten – but tonight I needed the comfort of something familiar.

I pulled off my jeans and sweater, stripped out of my under clothes and pulled the black Fangtasia shirt over my head, it was still much to big on me, since it was after all in Eric's size but with my little growing baby bulge it didn't fit as loosely around me. Absently I pulled the fabric to my nose and smiled, it still managed to faintly smell of him, even after being washed and stored away. In that instance I felt at peace, I felt okay – but of course moments like that only last just an instant and sooner than I would have liked the silence of the night came crashing down upon me. Reminding me that I was alone, no one else was here – it was just me against the world.

I went to bed with a heavy heart and dread filling my cloudy mind. I was anxious and scared for the conversation I would no doubt be having tomorrow night. As I lay under the old quilts passed down from generation to generation in my family I wondered if my baby had any chance of growing up in any type of 'normal' home. I almost laughed thinking about it, and knew it was nearly impossible – a telepathic barmaid and a vampire as parents, lord, this child is going to have issues.

Sleep claimed me, pulling me into a dreamless night – and for once I managed to sleep soundly. No ghosts or demons haunted my sleep; no one attacked me or tried to burn down my house. All in all it was a fairly good night – that is until the phones insistent ringing roused me from my slumber.

Sluggishly I made my way into the kitchen were the cordless phone was sitting on its cradle, its ring piercing as it filled the silent house. Still in a half asleep state I answered with a 'hello?' only to be surprised as to who was on the other line. 'Miss Stackhouse?' the lady questioned, and though she couldn't see I subconsciously nodded and verified my identity. 'This is Susie Packer, I'm one of the day secretaries of King de Castro,' she said.

My whole body began to tremble in fear of what was to come – why would the King have anyone call me directly – as far as I understood all vamps including the King had to call Eric to speak to me. This was not proper protocol but I wasn't raised to be rude so I politely asked what I could do for her. 'John Quinn has informed the King that you are carrying his child, he assures the King it can be no one else's because you have only been with him and vampires, and obviously they can not impregnate you. Mr. Quinn has asked that the King relocate you to Vegas so that he can be with you during your pregnancy, his request was granted and the King will be sending escorts tonight to help with your move.'

Well if I hadn't been completely shocked before I was sure my mouth had hit the floor now, and Gran's saying 'you're catching flies' crossed my mind before I snapped it shut again. I wanted to scream, to yell to protest but what could I honestly say? How do you explain that your on again off again vampire lover had impregnated you through fairy magic? Yeah even I doubted I could convince someone else of it!

I guess Susie assumed I had hung up or had nothing left to say because by the time I finally came up with something coherent to say the line was dead. I crumbled to the floor, gasping for breath and trying to come up with something I could do to get out of this impossible situation. Eric and his vamps wouldn't be awake until first dark and by then my 'escorts' most likely would already be here, taking me away from my home and family – taking me far away from him.

Numbly I dialed Quinn's number hoping I could talk some sense into him, it only rang twice before the voice I knew all to well answered with a 'this is Quinn'. The only thing I could do was snap back with 'this is Sookie', the silence that followed was deafening and I finally broke it with another 'hello?'

'Hey babe, so I guess you've gotten a call from the King?' he asked, his voice was all to chipper for my already spiked temper. 'Quinn what do you think you're doing?! This baby isn't yours!' I yelled into the phone, shaking with anger and fear, with grief and frustration – I felt helpless! 'Babe, it has to be mine, whose else could it be?' I wanted to scream and tell him that it was Eric's but we all knew that just wasn't logical and could create more problems than solve them. 'It's not yours! It doesn't matter whose it is, it's not yours and that's all you need to know! Now you tell the King you made a mistake! I don't want to move to Vegas!' I yelled again, as silent tears streamed down my cheeks – this just couldn't be happening to me!

'Babe, things will be okay, I'll see you when you get here,' he said and –click– the line went dead. I pressed redial but it went straight to voicemail. So much for talking reason into a man grasping for straws, refusing to bow out gracefully. Now what the hell was I going to do?