SPOV

I wake feeling nauseous and run to Eric's bathroom only to become violently ill. Ugh, what the hell is wrong with me? I empty the contents of my stomach and lay my face against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat, waiting for my stomach to settle. Could it be something I ate? I didn't drink that much at the bar last night. Oh shit.

When the fuck was my last period? I can't remember and now I'm beginning to panic. I can't be pregnant, can I? How could this happen? I'm on birth control, and I take it religiously. I mean, we haven't been using condoms, but I didn't think it would be necessary. Oh my God, what are the guys going to say?

We haven't even figured out what the hell the three of us are doing relationship wise and now I might be fucking pregnant? Who's the father? Holy hell, I'm one of those women, who doesn't even know the father of her own freaking child. How the hell did my life come to this? I put my head in my hands as I begin sobbing. I can't deal with this right now, it's just too much.

This was all just supposed to be fun between the three of us. Well, reality just bitch slapped me hard; I guess I should have known something like this could happen. I just didn't want to think about it. Just like I haven't had the guts to sit down with the two men I love and actually discuss where all this is going between us. I need to get out of here, like now. I have to think, to clear my mind. I open the door and see both the guys sleeping still.

I walk through the bedroom and grab my cell phone from my purse, tiptoeing back into the bathroom and picking up my clothes from the floor on my way, being as quiet as possible to avoid waking either Eric or Godric. I so can't have that conversation right now. I lock the bathroom door and dial Amelia.

"Hello?" she answers groggily as I break down crying again. "Sook? Is that you? What's wrong, honey?" she asks me with panic seeping into her voice.

"Ames, I need you to come get me," I tell her between my sobs, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and blowing my nose. "I'm at Eric's," I tell her and give her the address. I hang up and dress myself in my wrinkled dress from last night. I pull a ponytail from my purse and pull back my mess of hair before wiping the tears from my face.

I just need some time to think. Maybe I'm not even pregnant; maybe this will all turn out okay. I let out a loud sigh and open the bedroom door. Godric and Eric are both sitting up in bed, looking at me with concern etched on both their faces. Shit. "Um, Amelia's on her way to get me," I tell them as I make my way from the bedroom, hoping to avoid further conversation. No such luck. They both get up and throw on pants as they proceed to follow me through the house.

Eric takes me by the shoulders and turns me to face him. "You've been crying," he says with worry clear in his voice as Godric cautiously approaches us. "Sookie, what's wrong?" I start crying yet again under their concerned gazes. I want to spill my guts to them, but I just don't think I could handle their rejection right now.

"I just can't," I blubber out between my tears as I sit on the couch and put my face in my hands. They sit to either side of me, wrapping me in their arms as I completely break down between them.

"Sookie, please, just tell us what's wrong. Is this about last night?" Godric asks me and I shake my head as my crying continues. Of course they would think this would have something to do with the three of us sleeping together, if only it were that simple.

"Please, just leave it alone, I just can't talk about this right now," I plead as I look up and see the hurt flashing from behind two sets of eyes. Dammit. I hate knowing I'm the one to put that look on both their faces. I wipe away my tears and take a deep breath, trying to calm my racking nerves.

"I love you," Godric tells me with tears in his eyes, and it breaks my heart to see him like this. I feel like such an incredible ass right now, but I have no idea how they will react to this kind of news. I need to find out for sure if I'm even pregnant before I say anything to either of them.

"I love you, too," I tell him as he pulls me into a tight hug. I look up and see Eric with an unreadable expression on his face. What is he thinking right now? I don't have much time to ponder this as I hear Amelia honking outside. I stand from the couch and make my way to the door.

"I'll talk to you both later, I just need some time," I tell them before I open the door and make my way to Amelia's car on the curb. I get in and Amelia is looking at me with concern as I sit down and break down once more. I hate knowing I'm leaving the guys like this, but I really need to reevaluate my life right now. Even if I'm not pregnant, this is a crazy situation I've found myself in and I just don't know where to go from here.

"You gonna be okay?" Amelia asks after my crying has quieted. I shake my head.

"My life is such a fucking mess right now, Ames. I don't know which way is up anymore," I tell her as she grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly.

"I'm here for you, Sook. I was here for you when your Gran died, I got you through your divorce, and I'll be here through this too," she tells me with a warm smile and I feel a little better. She really is an amazing friend. We pull up to the house and make our way inside together. I flop down to the couch and Amelia sits across from me, waiting for me to talk.

"I might be pregnant," I admit sheepishly.

"Oh, shit," she says as I nod my head in agreement. Oh shit, indeed.

GPOV

Eric and I woke this morning to the sound of Sookie crying in the bathroom, and we were both instantly worried. All I could think was that we pushed her too far last night; that she wasn't ready for something including the three of us together. The bathroom door was locked, so we had to wait for her to exit to find out what was wrong, and even then she wouldn't tell us.

It kills me to know she's so upset, and it hurts to know she doesn't think she can talk to me about it. I had really thought we could talk about anything together. I couldn't help but panic as she left without telling us what was going on. All I can assume is that she doesn't want to see us anymore, and I don't know if I can handle that. I love her. I need her.

"What do you think that was all about?" Eric questions tentatively after Sookie has long since left us both.

"I have no idea, but I guess we'll just have to wait for her to come to us," I tell him as he nods solemnly. "Do you think this has something to do with last night?" He shrugs at me. She claims it isn't about what happened between the three of us, but what else could it possibly be?

"I have no idea, we haven't really talked about what the three of us are to each other," he says dismally. He's right. We really should have sat down together before we went ahead with another threesome. Unless this is about something else?

"So, she hasn't said anything to you about making a choice between us?" I ask as he looks to me in surprise, shaking his head to leave me sighing in relief. I'm still sure that conversation will be coming before long, and I'm really not looking forward to it.

"Are you sure we shouldn't call her? She was really upset," Eric tells me as he pulls out his phone.

"Let her talk to Amelia, she'll calm her down, then we can figure out what's going on," I tell him and he puts his phone away with a sigh. I finish dressing and leave the house with my head spinning, trying to figure out what the hell just happened between the three of us.

I'll give Sookie the rest of the day to talk to her friend and hopefully calm down, but if she doesn't get ahold of me by the end of the night, I'll have to go and see her. I can't handle sitting around waiting for her to maybe call. Even if she's going to end this thing, I need to see her face again.

And if she really wants to leave, hopefully by us talking face to face, I can change her mind. Why did I even let her leave the house this morning? Because she asked me to, but it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do to, watching her walk out that door.

EPOV

Just last night I was wondering how all this was going to play out between the three of us, and now Sookie has walked out on us both. How could she do this to us? She told us both she loves us, was she just saying this to pacifying one or both of us?

I finally admitted to her that I love her, and she walks out on me the very next day. I can only assume she's leaving both of us, or has finally chosen which of us she wants to continue seeing from now on. I didn't even tell her I loved her this morning before she left. Hearing her tell Godric she loved him once again made me panic; I just can't help but think she will choose to be with him instead of me.

Godric is more open with his feelings and I'm sure he told her he loved her much sooner than I was able to. Dammit. Why couldn't I just tell her how I really felt before? Why didn't I get down on my hands and knees and beg her to stay? Why didn't I tell her how much I needed her in my life? I just sat here and watched the woman I love walk away. This is going to kill me, not knowing what's going on with her.

I can only hope she gives me a chance to talk to her, to prove to her just how much she means to me. I hope I didn't completely blow it between last night and this morning. Fuck! What the hell could be wrong with her? Maybe we're just jumping to conclusions about all this.

Could it just be something to do with work? No, she would talk to us about something like that. For her to leave without explaining what was going on can only mean it has something to do with one or both of us.

As much as I want to call her or drive over to her place, I can't help but think Godric's right. She needs some time to think about whatever this is between us; some time to cool down. I can only hope Amelia can talk some sense into her, or maybe I can convince Pam to go over and talk to her. No, Pam wouldn't be the person to talk to about anything emotional.

After Godric leaves, I make my way to the kitchen and pull out a bottle of whiskey, taking a deep swig. I guess I'll just numb the pain until I can figure out what the hell I'm doing with my fucking life; until I can figure out how my entire world just fell apart around me. Fuck, she better call me soon, I can't be left just sitting around here alone, thinking the worst.