So, next chapter.

This is the penultimate one, folks, but thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read or review this.


Sookie

"Stop trying to distract me."

I was trying to concentrate on whisking the cream for the English trifle I'd made for dessert, but with Eric stood, shirtless, in the doorway, I was having difficulty in concentrating.

"I'm not doing anything."

He attempted to look innocent, but his eyes were burning with desire, and I wasn't able to think about what I was meant to be doing.

"Stop it."

"I just said that I'm not doing anything. But if there's anything you would like me to do, I'm more than willing to help you." The innuendo he placed on the word 'help' was clear and I swallowed thickly.

I had already had a week's worth of orgasms in one morning, and with Eric stood looking at me like that, I wanted more.

"I'm sure you are, Northman, but your kind of 'help' isn't going to get this trifle finished. Can you at least go and put a shirt on? They're going to be here soon."

"I don't think you really want me to put a shirt on." He moved closer to me, and I was instantly trapped in his gaze. I felt like a deer in the headlights. "Come here."

I was drawn to him almost magnetically, the cream long forgotten as I took a step towards him, my hands instantly finding his bare chest and my thumbs running over his nipples. His hands went to my waist to draw me closer to him and my head instinctively moved to allow him access to my mouth, our lips meeting fluidly and starting a natural rhythm as we kissed.

I was sure Eric growled a little, and I was spun around in his arms and pushed against the wall of the kitchen; Eric grinding against me as I clawed at his back.

"Fuck, Sookie!" he groaned between kisses, our lips falling back into a hasty rhythm again.

"You two selling tickets?"

We both pulled apart to see Pam and Amelia grinning at us, Callie stood a little behind them looking embarrassed and Eric's parents both looked somewhat shocked. I instantly felt my face flush and I tried to bury my head in Eric's still bare chest, but he was laughing and simply wrapped an arm around me.

"I'm sorry," I said to them all, but not being able to meet their eyes. Eric moved behind me and wrapped his arms around me again, standing behind me to whisper into my ear.

"They don't mind, Sook. Although I probably had better put a shirt on."

"Yes, you had."

He spun me in his arms once more, and placed a soft kiss on my nose, grinning at me before leaving the room.

"Mum?" Callie asked after I finished watching Eric leave the room, my eyes fixed on his ass.

"Yes hon?"

"Is that an engagement ring?"

It's not that I had forgotten we were engaged, but I had certainly been distracted by Eric earlier when they came in. I couldn't keep the stupid grin off my face as I looked down at the ruby and diamond ring on my finger that matched both the bracelet on my right wrist and the new necklace around my neck.

"Yes." I looked up to see the five pairs of eyes staring at me, although each expression was of a smile. "Eric asked me to marry him this morning. And I said yes!" I could hear the smile in my own voice and I suddenly had the urge to run into the street and tell the world.

I met Callie's eyes, a little concerned about what her reaction would be, but was pleased to see that she grinning back at me.

"I'm so happy for you, mum. For you both," she added as Eric re-joined the room. A now fully clothed Eric and I walked towards each other and trapped Callie in between us as we had a group hug.

Once we'd released Callie, Amelia grabbed me and hugged me tightly. "Well done, hon. You're so much happier with him; you deserve to be happy."

"Thanks," I said with a smile, before I was accosted first by Pam, and then Eric's parents once they had hugged him.

"You always were part of the family," Isabel told me, "but this just makes it official. Congratulations, Sookie. And thank you for putting a smile back on my son's face."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Since I'd lost my own parents at such a young age, I always had seen Pam's family as an extension of my own, and now in marrying Eric they really were going to be.

"So, set a date or were you too busy this morning doing other things?" Pam asked with a smirk. It was Callie that was close enough to smack her on the arm.

"Thank you," I said to my daughter before addressing Pam's question. "No plans yet, but I was thinking maybe this summer?" It became a question as I looked to Eric for his opinion.

He gave me a warm smile. "I'd marry you tomorrow if I could, but this summer seems good. Where were you thinking of getting married?"

I knew instantly what I wanted. "I think I'd like to get married in Bon Temps." I again looked to Eric for confirmation.

"Sounds fine by me. It's where we first met, and where the majority of our family live."

Eric came back to my side and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I felt safe in his arms, I felt loved. We'd already discussed that we would continue with therapy for a few months as I wanted us to be as strong as possible, and I wasn't sure that this turn of events would change anything.

I kicked everyone out of the kitchen so I could finish what I needed to for the meal, while Eric was on drinks duty. Aaron was due to be coming over for the evening with Callie and him staying the night, and Alcide and Maria were also over in the evening. I had to admit to being a little concerned about whether Eric and Alcide would get along, being that the last time the two men had seen each other was in the hospital after Callie had been stabbed, and I'd ran into Alcide's arms.

It was something Eric and I had talked about, and he had said that he was fine with everything, but as he hadn't seen Alcide since, I was a little worried about their reaction towards each other.

Everyone helped out when it came to laying the table and serving the food, and soon enough we were all sat down together at the table together.

"I'd like to propose a toast to Sookie and Eric," Godric said after the wine had been poured. "May they have a long and happy life together."

Everyone raised their glasses and Eric reached under the table and grabbed my hand. "I love you," he whispered, a sentiment I echoed to him.

"I take it I'm a shoe-in for bridesmaid duties?" Callie asked.

"Of course. And I'll even let you choose your own dress."

"Damn straight. You need some serious help with style, so I'm not wearing anything you've chosen."

"Gee, thank you, oh daughter of mine!" I scowled at Callie.

"She does have a point," Pam commented. "And I suggest you let Callie in the least help you choose your wedding dress, if not Amelia and I. And don't even think about choosing one of the rack. You live in London; there are plenty of boutiques and designers for you to choose from."

I rolled my eyes at Pam, knowing I needed to put the brakes on before her and Amelia had my whole wedding planned.

"Just for the record, I want this wedding to be fairly small with close friends and family only. We're not inviting hundreds. And if you push me on this too much, we'll be on the first plane to Vegas." I would never do that to our families, but it was a worthwhile threat to get them to back off a little.

"You wouldn't dare!" Amelia challenged.

"Try me."

Amelia and Pam both met my stare before Pam gave in and turned to Eric. "You will not escape to Vegas. If you even think about it seriously, I will castrate you. And then how will you have any more blonde children?"

Eric frowned at her. "Firstly, please don't ever talk about castrating me again. That is a little much for my sister to be talking about!" He had a point. "And secondly, don't push Sookie and me on this, as I am backing my fiancée one hundred per cent on this. If she wants us to run off to Las Vegas, I can assure you that it is what we will do."

I sighed. "Just give me a little space, okay? I want us to do this our own way."

"Of course, Sookie," Eric's mom said reassuringly. "You two need to do what you want to. No one will force you otherwise."

Pam scowled at her mom while Eric rolled his eyes and took a large mouthful of wine. "Give it a rest, Pam. I'm marrying Sookie because I love her, not because you need an excuse for a party."

We all ended up eating far too much like any Christmas, with the alcohol flowing freely. Since I'd cooked, it meant that the others were on clean-up duty, although Eric did excuse himself from that, using the excuse that he needed to keep me company. He always did hate cleaning up.

"Are you happy?" he asked when we were alone in the living room.

I moved from my seat and went to sit in his lap. "Very. I have to admit, I hadn't really thought about marriage, and I guess I supposed that it was something you wouldn't want considering you weren't very lucky last time. But when you asked, there was only one answer."

He let out a deep breath, and played with a tendril of my hair on my shoulder. "You've made me a very happy man, Sookie. And as for marriage … if I'm honest, I wasn't so sure about it either. This has come very quickly for us, but I don't think I've ever been more certain about anything. Claudine … she certainly did her best to completely screw my view of marriage, but I was naïve when it came to her. I honestly thought we were in an equal relationship, but the truth is that I didn't know anything about her."

"What made you decide you wanted to marry me?" I asked him, feeling curious.

He smiled. "It was being away from you. I hated every minute of it. I was in New Orleans for a business meeting and I was thinking about our last trip there, but also all the places I wanted to go to with you. I found myself wandering around the jewellery quarter and I saw that ring in the window of a small shop." He took my left hand in his and ran his thumb over the stones. "I knew it was the right one instantly, and I didn't hesitate in buying it."

"But you weren't sure if you were going to ask me now?" I prompted.

"Not when I was in America, no. But coming back to you, leaving America for good … It felt right. And as we had already spoke about children, I just realised I wanted to do this properly. I wanted to give you what you deserved. What I should have done the first time around."

I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and I placed a soft kiss to his lips.

"Things were different back then. It may not have worked between us. We're older and wiser now, and you're even better looking."

"I could say the same about you, Miss Stackhouse."

He gently started nibbling down my neck.

"Get a room!" Callie said with a roll of her eyes as she walked into the room and flopped down in one of the chairs, throwing one of the cushions at us.

"Okay," Eric said with a smile, standing up with me still in his arms and heading for the door. I couldn't help the squeal that erupted from my mouth.

"Put her down, would you!"

Eric did as she asked, and we both sat down in the centre of the sofa, my body leaning into his. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked her.

"Yes. What kid doesn't want to see their parents happy? Just don't screw it up."

"I don't think either of us have any intention of doing that," he told her.

"So … I'm going to be a big sister then?" her question was leading, and she looked between us both for an answer.

I gave her a warm smile. "It's something we've talked about, yes." I turned to look at Eric briefly before turning back to her. "We're going to try for another."

I had to admit to be a little concerned about Callie's thought about it all, and I know in particular that Eric was worried she would be resentful that any future children we had would have the luxury of two parents, where she only had one.

"You're okay with that?" Eric asked her.

"Yes. Honestly."

"I … I worry that you would feel that I wasn't there for you, but would be for a younger brother or sister."

Callie's eyes softened and she moved to join us on the sofa, sitting the other side of Eric. I ran my hand along his thigh reassuringly. "Dad, I don't feel that at all. Honestly. I don't know … maybe if I was younger I may have been a little resentful of the situation, but I do understand. And I want you two to be happy. I always hoped that you would get together, and now you are. My only complaint is that you're both a little full on right now. I don't want to see you two making out with each other like teenagers."

We both smiled. "Callie," Eric started, "you do realise that if we're planning for a baby we will be having sex. And lots of it." Eric nuzzled into me and I felt his lips on my neck. I could tell that he was trying not to laugh.

"Are you trying to mentally disturb me?" she asked with a mock-disgusted look on her face.

"Not intentionally, but it will be happening."

"Gross. Just … just do it in the confines of you own room. Or at least house. And I really don't need to know details."

Luckily, for her, the door went to announce Aaron's arrival, and she disappeared out of the room to meet him before dragging him upstairs once he'd said hello to everyone.

"She's definitely your daughter," Eric said with a smile.

"Meaning?" I asked a little defensively.

"She's easy to embarrass. You always were as well. Still are, sometimes."

"You're mean." I pouted at him but he simply pulled me back onto his lap.

"You love me, though."

"You're right on that one."

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We spent the afternoon playing on the Wii that Eric had insisted we bought, and I soon found a love of kicking his ass in the bowling. He claimed that I shouldn't be allowed to use a backhand motion, but it worked for me. After I got eight straight strikes, he refused to play me anymore.

Alcide and Maria turned up while I was putting together some tea at around seven, Eric helping me out, and Callie showed them straight into the kitchen.

"Hey, Alcide, Maria! Happy Christmas! Have you had a good day?" I stepped forward and gave both of them a hug before retreating to Eric's side, who wrapped a possessive arm around me.

"We've had a lovely day, thank you. And happy Christmas to you two as well. You both look happy." Maria always was very sweet, although I could see that Alcide didn't quite look as jovial as his wife was.

"Thank you. And we are," I couldn't help but grin up at Eric, who reciprocated my look. "We're engaged!"

"Oh my god! That's fantastic! Congratulations you guys. You'll be so happy together!"

Maria came and hugged us both, but Alcide was rooted to the spot.

"Isn't this a little sudden?" he asked.

Maria turned to him and glared, hissing his name in a low warning tone.

"Alc, I've known him all my life." I sighed. I knew that Alcide wouldn't be too happy with our news, even though he wanted me to be happy. "We will both admit to having a chequered past, and we've been through a lot of shit over the last couple of years. But I love him. I probably always have done to some extent."

I knew that Alcide wouldn't like to hear that, but it was the truth and he knew it. It had taken me a long time before I admitted my reasons for leaving Louisiana to Alcide, although I had a feeling he knew from Amelia beforehand. Alcide knew what I felt for Eric, but I had always known, or thought I knew, that nothing would ever be between us. In truth, Eric was probably the reason I never married Alcide; I always felt like it would be wrong to marry a man when someone else held a small part of my heart.

"Sook, it's not you I'm worried about."

I could see that his gaze was on Eric, and I had no doubt that they were eyeballing each other. I couldn't have been surprised if they both were to whip their cocks out and piss all over me while arguing over whose was bigger.

Something Eric would have won by an inch or so.

"I love her," Eric defended. "I may not have always known it, but she is the woman for me. Neither one of us will deny we've had a rocky start to our relationship, but if nothing else, the distance and time between us has made me realise that no one else comes close to her. There is no one else for me."

I felt my heart swell in my chest, and I felt strangely horny at the way Eric was defending his love for me to Alcide. If I hadn't had a house-full of family and friends, I may well have taken Eric right then and there. I made a mental note to thank him later. I placed a kiss on Eric's neck before turning back to Alcide.

"Alc, you don't need to worry about me. We know what we're doing. We know this is sudden, but it's not as if we're planning on getting married next week. It'll be in the summer and probably in Louisiana. You're both invited, by the way."

"We'll be there," Maria said with an elbow in the ribs to Alcide.

"Sookie, it's not that I don't want you to be happy, as you really do deserve to be. It's just … I mean, I know your history with him and how's he treated in you in the past. And the last time I saw you with him, you were jumping into my arms and completely ignoring him."

That wasn't something either one of us wanted to be reminded about. Me in particular.

"Alcide, that was me, not him. Eric did everything he could to be there for me then. It was me that stupidly pushed him away then, but I shouldn't have. And I'm sorry for doing that," I added, turning to meet Eric's eyes.

"Love, you don't have to apologise to me. I understand." He kissed me softly on the head.

Alcide had been watching us interact carefully, and when I turned back to him, he gave a resigned sigh. "I can see that you two do love each other. Just don't hurt her, Eric, or you'll have me to deal with."

"I'd expect that."

Eric held out a hand in front of him for Alcide to shake, and after a brief pause, he leaned in and firmly took Eric's hand.

I met Maria's eyes and we be shook our heads. It seemed that boys would be boys at times.

I showed Alcide and Maria into the living room where the others were, and I cornered Eric. "I liked you defending me like that." I stood on my tiptoes and whispered into his ear. "Remind me to give you an extra special treat tonight."

Eric let out an animalistic growl and picked me up so that he had better access to my lips. "You shouldn't have said that, lover. Now I'm never going to get rid of my hard-on and I'm going to be trying to get rid of our guests as soon as possible."

"Patience, Eric. It is a virtue."

He kissed me hard. "Well, I guess I'm not very virtuous."

Later that night, when we did finally get rid of our guests, I made sure I gave Eric a good time. Not to say that I didn't enjoy myself, or have my own plethora of orgasms, but I certainly made sure that my fiancé was more than satisfied. The fact that he passed out with a smile on his face was proof of that.

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It felt very odd as I looked around the waiting room. I was sat with Eric, his hand joined with mine and in my lap as I played with his fingers. Our body language was in complete opposition to every other couple who were sat in the room.

Some were just ignoring each other, faced in different directions and deliberately not paying attention to their partner; others were quietly hissing at each other under their breaths so not to disturb the others; and then there was one couple who were openly arguing with each other. Very loudly.

I looked up at Eric and met his eyes, a silent conversation going on between us through our eyes. He was as surprised and uncomfortable as I was by our surroundings.

"Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman?"

The slim blonde receptionist came in and called our names. We instantly both stood up, pleased to be leaving the waiting room from hell.

"The doctor is ready to see you now."

Eric gave my hand a supportive squeeze and we followed the blonde down a few corridors before she stopped at a door and knocked.

She introduced us both before taking her leave.

"Please, take a seat. My name is Dr Ludwig and for this initial session I have your company for two hours."

The woman stood up to greet us, but she was still incredibly short. She was short compared to me, which made her look like a dwarf by Eric's standards. I shot Eric a querying look before he gently encouraged me to take a chair.

It was quite a large room, with the chair the doctor was sat in on one side, and then room for about six people on the other. There was a cream leather love seat amongst them, so I headed for that and Eric joined me, taking my hand in his right one, and placing his left arm along the top of the sofa.

The doctor sat down and watched us. I didn't know whether to say anything or not, but as Eric had remained quiet, I did so as well.

"Okay, so why are you here?" she asked rhetorically. "Normally, when couples walk into my office they take the chairs on opposite sides to each other. You two have sat together and your body language is mirroring the other. I don't want to have my time wasted."

She wasn't just short in stature, as she was certainly short in her tone.

It was Eric that spoke up. "We're here because we want this to work between us. We've known each other for over thirty years, but when I was twenty and Sookie was fifteen we started a sexual relationship." I could see the doctor taking notes, and I squeezed Eric's hand in support for him continuing. "Sookie fell pregnant and ended up leaving her home in Louisiana, partly to protect me from any legal action and partly for fear of me wanting to take our daughter away from her. I didn't know anything about my daughter until Sookie returned to Louisiana at Easter two years ago. We've had a complicated relationship since then, but we want this to work between us, and we know that we may need some help with that."

When the doctor had finished scribbling on her pad she finally looked up at us. "I have to say that I wish all couples had an awareness like yours, and I can see that there is love in your relationship. Tell me more."

Over the course of the next hour, we went through all the facts, the doctor asking us questions on anything that she wasn't sure about.

"Okay," she said finally. "What do you both want from this?"

Eric let me speak first. "I guess I just want us to work. I don't want us to argue about the past, or have any bitterness or resentment."

"Has that happened?"

"Not recently. But we have hurt each other in the past by our actions. I suppose me more so than Eric in the last year or so. I don't want to screw this up."

"Eric?" the doctor asked after a minute.

"The same, really. I want to be there for her. I want a long and happy life with her. I want us to have more children together, I want to be a father, to show her that I can be a good father."

The doctor placed her pad on the table next to her. "This is interesting. You both seem intent on blaming yourselves, both for past indiscretions and any future mistakes. You are both fixated on what you can do to make your relationship work. But you need to do this together. Every decision you make about your relationship needs to come from both you; you should be placing responsibility on the other as well as yourself. A relationship will not work if you feel you are the only one doing the work. You may not feel it now, but you would come to resent the other, and stopping that happening seems to be the reason that you are both here."

I certainly found myself agreeing with what the doctor said. We spent the remaining time talking more about our past, the doctor encouraging us to talk to each other and be honest, even brutally honest with each other.

We discovered that there was continued resentment from each of us: him with the fact that I didn't tell him about Callie and that I had rejected him in the past, and me with the fact that he led me on as a teenager, that he had a girlfriend when we were together and he had been manipulative when we first met up again.

But a lot had changed with both of us, and we seemed to easily cast those problems aside. By the end of the session, the doctor seemed quite pleased with us, but gave us some homework nonetheless and told us to come for a minimum of six sessions. My cynical mind was thinking that she was after the one-hundred pound fee for each session, but I wasn't going to ignore her.

After we'd been to the last therapy session, Eric took me to a fancy restaurant in Mayfair.

"Do you think it was worth it?" He asked.

Eric was wearing a spectacular Tom Ford black suit that made him look delicious, and I was in a knee-length dark blue silk Stella McCartney dress. I could see that women were staring at Eric, but I wasn't concerned. I knew that Eric loved me, and the look in his eyes was enough for me to know that he would never look at anyone else.

"I think so, yes." We'd both been a little sceptical initially, but we knew it would be worth it.

"I want us to promise that if we ever do meet any bumps along the way that can't be fixed by a night in the spare room and some hot but angry make-up sex that we see someone straight away. I don't want to lose you, Sookie."

"I can agree to that. And the make-up sex sounds fun!"

An lady in her seventies gave me a disapproving look from the next table, but I simply smiled at her. There was nothing that could dampen my mood.

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"Are you nervous?" Callie asked me.

"Honestly, no. This is the right thing for me to be doing."

She smiled at me. "You look beautiful, mum."

I turned back to the mirror. My dress was ivory and made of pure silk. It was much simpler than some of the elaborate designs Pam and Amelia had tried to convince me to wear, but I knew as soon as I put it on that it was right. It had a simple V-neck and was fitted around the bosom, with a band in ruby red that matched my jewellery, Callie's dress, the flowers and the ties that had been chosen for Jason, who was giving me away, best-man Stan, and of course Eric. My dress wasn't elaborate or heavy, and fitted perfectly with the fact that I was having a mid-summer Louisiana wedding. And it was damned hot.

"And so do you."

She smiled. "So, if you're not nervous, what are you so antsy about?"

"I guess I'm excited. I can't wait to be his wife. To be his, as he is mine." Callie smiled at me. "That and the fact that we haven't had sex for a month."

"Mum!"

I grinned at her. I'd been winding Eric up when I suggested that we didn't have sex in the month running up to our marriage, and I even said no sexual favours for a fortnight before the ceremony. I had thought he would protest, but he agreed with me.

It quickly became a battle of wills, both of us too stubborn to back down, but determined to prove that we could do it. Amazingly, we had done it. And now I was looking forward to being reacquainted with him.

"What? We haven't."

"I didn't need to know that!"

"Just warning you. You might want to knock before you walk into any rooms later."

"Ew."

I rolled my eyes as Jason walked in to my childhood bedroom, the wedding being performed in the garden of my childhood home.

"Ready?" my brother asked.

"Definitely. Let's get me married to my man."

I had deliberately not seen Eric in his wedding suit. He had asked me for my opinion, but I didn't want to see him. He'd always looked good in a suit, so I was confident he would look incredible, but I wanted to be surprised.

He didn't disappoint. And by the look in his eyes as he devoured me in my dress, he was impressed as well.

"You look beautiful," he whispered once Jason had passed my hand into Eric's. "I can't wait to fuck you in that dress."

I smiled at his crude comment. "Later, lover," I told him, borrowing his favourite phrase.

The ceremony was simple and beautiful. We opted for a modern twist on the traditional vows and inserted our own words in places, but for the most part it was simple and perfect.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Eric didn't exactly need any encouragement, and his lips were on mine before the words had been finished. He wrapped both of his strong arms around me and pulled me tight to him, my body flush with his as our lips danced together.

I'd had many great kisses with Eric, but that one would always be the most memorable.

"I love you," he whispered once we had both separated.

"I love you more," I whispered back as I finally became aware of the other people who were cheering us.

Eric kissed me on the forehead before stepping away, but keeping an arm tightly wrapped around me. We greeted our guests, everyone commenting on my dress or how happy we looked together. When it came to seeing Callie we pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" She had definite tears in her eyes.

"Thank you. You will always be special to us, know that."

"I do mum. I love you both."

Eric hugged her again and whispered something into her ear that I couldn't make out, however considering Callie's smile, I was sure it was good.

We'd ordered in catering, and everyone was moved to the front of the house so the garden at the back could be re-organised for our meal. Luckily for us it was a beautiful warm Louisiana day, so having the reception in the garden worked out perfectly.

"Hmmm, we're alone."

Eric had dragged me upstairs and shut the door behind him as our guests milled around the front of the house.

"So we are."

"I can't wait to get you alone and naked on our honeymoon. You do realise that wearing clothes will not be tolerated."

Eric wouldn't tell me quite how much he'd spent on the two weeks we were spending on a private island in the British Virgin Islands, but I had a feeling it was a lot.

"As long as you're not planning on wearing anything either."

"But of course." He leaned down and kissed me passionately, his hands in my hair, which had been left loose around my shoulders, while mine clawed at the lapels of his suit. "I want to fuck you, Sookie. I need you. I can't wait any longer."

I quite agreed with his sentiment. Within minutes his suit was on the floor and my panties had been disposed of. He was planning on keeping his promise to fuck me in my wedding dress.

"Fuck, Sookie, you're so wet."

He ran his finger painstakingly slowly along me before sinking in inside and instantly going for my g-spot. He was quite the pro at finding that.

"Stop teasing me," I panted. "I want you inside me."

He growled and pushed me back onto the bed, my legs dangling off and the skirt of my dress wrapped around my waist. I cried with relief when he finally pushed inside me. I felt complete, like he was that missing part of me.

Neither of us lasted very long. It was frantic and needy, our hands clawing at each other and our lips meeting when able.

"Oh god!" he moaned, and I felt him swell inside just as my own orgasm hit me. My nails dug into his back and I cried loudly with both pleasure and relief.

"Fuck, I needed that," I told him once we'd both gotten our breathing back to normal.

"It was your decision to ban us from sex," he said with a smirk.

"I didn't think you'd go with it. I was trying to call your bluff."

"Guess that one backfired on you, Mrs Northman."

I stared at him. It was the first time anyone had called me Mrs Northman, and it made me want to fuck him again.

"I love you so fucking much, Eric."

"Likewise."

We both rolled over onto our sides to face each other.

"I have something to tell you," I told him quietly.

"And you waited until after we were married?" his voice wasn't worried, but I could see he was curious. "What?"

I smiled. "I'm pregnant."

So, she's preggers! And now Mrs Northman!

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