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The rest of the night was peaceful as we walked back to the house together. We were hand in hand as we moved through the jungle forest before making it on the sandy beach. It was a beautiful night. The moon shined brightly, stars twinkled overhead and the ocean's waves crashed against the sandy shore.

I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't get over the feeling that was deep within my heart. I was content and excited at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling, better than anything I had ever hoped for myself ever.

When we reached home, everyone was there in the living area. They had set up a small table by the looks of it and were playing cards together. Obviously it was a drinking game as there were bottles of booze and a million shot glasses scattered around the area.

I looked for Sebastian and saw Grace come out of his room, shutting the door behind her as she went. She was in her nightgown. She waved in my direction and moved toward the other hall door. Silently, I went back into the living area to see that Eric had decided to join in on the game. He waved me over with a smile on his face.

We decided that we would keep our engagement to ourselves for now. I didn't want to take the moment from Nicole and Jason, since it was their wedding coming up. I was actually content with the idea of keeping it just between Eric and me for a little while longer. It was something that we both knew. Our little secret, I guess.

I moved next to him and put my hands on his shoulders as he was being brought into the game. Jason poured a very good amount of alcohol in a bigger glass and pushed it to Eric.

"Since you are bigger than us all, you should have a bigger glass." Jason smirked while Eric shook his head before hitting him upside the head.

"You are already drunk aren't you?" Eric chuckled as Jason overplayed the pain that smack had caused him before grinning in his seat like a little boy.

"We've been drunk for quite some time. Not overly drunk, but…a good buzzing." Sam hiccupped. "Don't you remember we all drank quite a bit before you guys left? Wait…where did you guys go?"

I giggled but didn't say anything, turning the ring around on my finger behind my back as I smiled down at Eric.

"So we gonna to play or what?" Hoyt shuffled the deck before dealing.

"Where's Nicole?" I asked.

"She's lying down. W-Wasn't feeling very good. Baby and all." Jason slurred slightly. "I told her she needed her sleep."

"She does." I nodded.

A few minutes after the game started, everyone was laughing and having a good time. They all knew that when they woke up tomorrow that each of them were going to have to function with a major hangover, but that didn't seem to bother any of them as they poured more into shot glasses.

Pam, Amelia, Tara, Jason, Hoyt, Sam, and Eric were all drinking, but I noticed that Eric had hardly touched his. I smiled gently. Maybe he didn't want to be very drunk when we had sex tonight? I was sure that was on the list with the way he was gazing up at me and slightly groping my butt. Not that I minded.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. That was until my stomach decided to turn, my head started to spin and I was running in the direction to the nearest bathroom. I put my hand over my mouth, praying to God that I would make it in time. No one wants to clean puke off a floor anyway.

I made it after slipping once or twice. I cut it so close though, but I was thankful regardless. I leaned over the toilet and all that was in my stomach decided to come back up. I heard a knock on the door, but I simply couldn't get up to answer it at the moment. I was hugging the toilet as I leaned in for another round, but this time it was just dry heaves. I hate those worse than actually throwing up.

"Sookie? You okay?" Amelia peeked her head in the door. Once she saw the position I was in she carefully came in and shut the door behind her. Friends always do what they have to do and Amelia was no exception. When I heaved once more, she came to grab my hair just in time for me to puke once again. She held my hair and rubbed my back as I groaned and trembled. "Hard day? I knew you couldn't hold alcohol very well."

"I've held alcohol better than this…when I had more to drink before." I groaned again.

"Yeah, must have been the food then." She soothed. "It's alright, I wasn't feeling good either."

"Where's Eric?" I asked. It was odd that he wasn't forcing his way in here.

"I told him that I would check on you." She replied. "Did you really want him to see you this way?" She giggled. "I wouldn't have. This is a best friend's job."

"It's not a very good job, regardless." I chuckled and then stood on shaking legs.

I felt as though I would be fine. Everything seemed to come back up and the sickness was over. I turned around to the sink and filled my hand with water before swooshing it around in my mouth and spitting it back out. I hunted for a toothbrush and mine was sitting in a holder. I grabbed it and brushed my teeth as thoroughly as I possibly could before I felt better.

I heard the flush of the toilet before I turned around to see Amelia sitting on the edge of the tub. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was giving me a grin. It seemed odd after what had happened, but I didn't ask. I was sure she was going to tell me what was on her mind anyway.

"Nice ring." She commented. Her eyes fell to my left hand. "When were you going to tell me?"

I smiled gently. "It's Nicole and Jason's time. I didn't want to take the spotlight."

"You know she would be happy for you, Sookie. You aren't taking the spotlight at all." Amelia stood and grabbed me in a giant hug. "Congratulations."

"Thanks." I patted her back and let go. "Anyone else notice the ring?"

"Pam did, but she already knew what Eric was planning. No one else did because they are too smashed."

I giggled as I brushed my hair with the comb on the counter. I held out my hand for one of the rubber bands that were on Amelia's wrist and she handed it over without saying a word. I put my hair up in a messy bun before turning back around.

"You feeling better?" She asked as we exited the bathroom.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I really am."

"That's good." She replied before taking her seat once more at the game. She didn't drink another ounce as we sat there. Maybe I traumatized her from puking my guts out.

"Are you alright, Sookie?" Eric asked as he pulled me into his lap. He let his lips run against my neck before placing a kiss there and hugging me closer to his chest. I leaned into him, putting my head in the crook of his neck to relax.

"I'm better." I promised.

"You up for another round?" Hoyt asked Eric.

"No, I think I should get Sookie to bed." Eric picked me up bridal style.

I laughed and hit his chest playfully. "Night everyone."

There was a chorus of murmured good nights as we made our way into our room. Eric laid me down on the bed carefully before he lay next to me on his side. He let his fingertips run the length of my body as we relaxed in the darkened room. I closed my eyes to feel the touch, his every move.

"So are you sure you're feeling better?" There was a hint of huskiness in his tone.

"Shut up and kiss me, Eric." I turned on my side and grabbed his face in my hands.

I wouldn't deepen the kiss, even if I had brushed my teeth after what had happened. It just didn't sound very good, but Eric didn't seem to mind. I did though. He said nothing as I pulled back and kissed the length of his throat before grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it. He shifted so he could help me and then he was bare chested. I grinned as I placed more kisses down his stomach.

"It is going to be different calling you my fiancée rather than girlfriend." He commented gently, as he pulled my hair out of the bun I had just put it up in. He then ran his fingers through my hair and I closed my eyes once more.

"A good different?" I whispered.

"A wonderful, beautiful, exciting different."

"Oh, I can feel that you are already excited, Eric." Putting my hand over his khaki shorts. I squeezed gently and he groaned.

"Then what are you waiting for, fiancée?" I looked up in time to see him smiling. There was enough moonlight showing through the window for me to see him now.

I straddled his hips, grinding into him as I lifted my shirt above my head. Eric's smile only widened as he leaned up to take off my bra before attaching his lips to my left nipple. He switched to the right after I arched my back, giving him more access to do as he pleased with me.

All the while his hands traveled up and down my spine slowly, giving me goosebumps wherever he touched. That is how it always was. He was the only one and will be the only one to ever make me feel this way. No one would have me, because he was my fiancée and I was going to be with him for the rest of our lives. I was content with that knowledge, more than content really. I was overly happy to know that no one else would ever get to touch him the way I do ever again.

His tongue traced its way up to my collarbone, over my neck and up to my ear. He pulled back and blew gently into it before I heard his whispering voice. "I love you."

I smiled as I leaned into him, pushing him down on the bed with me over top of him. His hands moved to my waist, in between our bodies to unfasten my jean shorts and push them down along with my panties. I wiggled to help and then I was completely nude above him. I repeated the process by removing him of his jeans and boxers before I sat up once more over him. I hovered over his hard member before I grabbed it in my fingers and guided it inside of me.

We groaned together as I pushed myself down on him. I let my hands fall to his chest as I started in a slow speed, moving up and down carefully as I looked into his eyes. I wanted to take it slow, just to look him in the eyes as we both felt immense pleasure together. His eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite place. It was more than happiness, but I didn't know a word that would fit perfectly to the gorgeous look he was giving me.

Eric's hands shifted to my waist as he pushed me down on him and I followed his hand movements as he burrowed himself the full way inside of me. I grinded harder; moving back and forth. I leaned back, putting my hands behind me as I lifted myself and then rolled before I came back down on him. He moaned softly as his hand fell over my stomach, sliding down to reach my nub and stroking it softly, with the right pressure added. I whimpered as I bucked against him and before I knew it, he shifted us until he was towering over my form.

"I love you." I finally answered him as he entered me again.

Eric shifted my legs, pushing them further apart and onto the bed as he went deeper. Fisting the bed sheets, I cried out as he hit my spot, but he didn't stop there. He kept moving against it, gaining speed as he did so. He bent down to capture my lips once. He pushed his arms underneath my body, pulling me closer to his, but it wasn't uncomfortable with his weight. I felt perfect as he glided in me.

My back left the bed as he positioned us again. This time, he was lying behind me, holding my leg in the air as he pushed himself back in. In and out, over and over again. I felt his lips against my neck as he gently bit my skin, playing with me, toying with me as he usually did. His other hand was under my body and he shifted to grab and tweak my nipple as he filled me.

I cried out softly, trying not to go too loud to wake anyone up that was sleeping, but I wasn't sure I was successful. It felt too good the way he was pushing in, guiding me to the blissful orgasm I desperately wanted.

He was everywhere at once. I don't know how he did it, but I felt as though he was touching every part of me, without actually doing so. I was on fire, sweat covered my body as he pushed his back against me harder, pulling me on top of him as he laid flat on the bed.

It was a new position and one that I was never in before as I laid on top of him, with my back touching his chest. He pushed me down slightly and I used my hand to guide him back inside. He lifted his legs slightly, as if it was no effort at all. His hands fell to my breast, pulling me against him harder as he pulled my nipples. I cried out again as he thrust a bit harder into my core, pushing me so much closer to my oblivion.

I was close, so very close and I was sure he could tell. I was dripping wet, even I felt it. Eric groaned in my hair as he sat up. I took that moment to turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, still attached to him. I shifted, rocking back and forth as I edged closer. My eyes rolled into the back of their sockets as my head snapped back. I moaned as he bit my neck once more. He guided me, moving faster as he bucked up as rocked.

Finally, ever so suddenly I cried out in bliss. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as I came. I heard his deep, guttural groan before he followed me, filling me with his juices as he did so. I shuttered on top of him, as I slowed to a stop, wanting to take a moment to just look at him.

We stared at each other gently, lovingly. Time and space seemed to stand still as we gazed at one another for what felt to be an eternity. It was a beautiful moment, one that I shared with my fiancée for the very first time. It was a different experience than before, because it felt like so much more. We were connected on a higher level because we had committed to each other when he asked me to marry him and I had said yes.

"No condom." He told me gently, kissing me once as he pulled out.

"We did it twice before without a condom. One Sebastian was conceived and the other when we simply couldn't wait until we got back to Gran's." I chuckled gently, still trying to catch my breath.

"I love you, Sookie. So much." His voice held so much of the truth.

"As I love you." I promised.

We laid in bed for quite some time, but I couldn't fall asleep. Eric was already knocked out, but I didn't want to wake him up. There was something on my mind, something I was forgetting. I didn't know what it was, it was like it was there, but I couldn't figure it out. I sighed, shaking my head as I stood up. I needed to use the bathroom anyway.

I tiptoed across the darkened hallway, making sure that I wouldn't wake up anyone since they were all asleep now it seemed. I reached the bathroom and turned on the light as I shut and locked the door behind me. I did my business and washed my hands. As I did so, I looked in the mirror. I smiled as I noticed how glowing I really was.

My eyes shifted though, down on the counter where a box was standing. A box of tampons, probably Amelia's, she was on her period after all. I knew that because we had the same cycle.

That stopped me and my heart thundered in my chest as I picked up the box. My hand flew to my mouth as I dropped the box. It made a dull sound, but it sounded so loud in my ears. Amelia and I had the same cycle, yes. The difference was…I didn't have my period. I missed it. I was never, ever late for that time of the month. The only time that I was…Sebastian came to be.

I bit my lip as I looked in the mirror once more before I let my hand fall to my stomach.