AN: Hey everyone! Thank you for sticking with me the past 24 chapters and reviewing so kindly. Real Life (often, not so fondly referred to as RL in my writing or letters) has slowed down (if you ignore the 12 page report due Thursday, which I am) enough that I can thank everyone for their kindness, and fulfill my self-ascribed penance. 2-3 chapters will be added today (today is a relative term for me, as I'm sure many of you have realized, indicating from when I wake up until when I sleep and sleep sometimes never comes), and will have a mixture of angst, sadistic cliff hangers, happiness, and maybe some nookie, if I feel up to it. I am putting out the request for a... well a whiteboard, as House would state it. I am hoping some of you fabulous readers would be interested in bouncing ideas with me? Just ideas, so the actual story won't be spoiled before it's up. Is anyone interested? Message me. I will actually respond. :)

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Chapter 25

Sookie hugged her Grandmama one last time and then jumped into the car with Amelia. A very jumpy, bouncy, excited Amelia.

"Sookie, how could you not tell me you were related to a GODDESS?! We aren't just roommates, we're friends too, remember? This is huge news, the kind you tell a friend! Oh my goodness... haha Oh my Goddess. Well, at least we don't have to plan for Gods and Goddesses at the wedding here. That would be... Really Sookie, isn't that something you would tell your friend?!" Amelia jumped from one topic to another so fast, Sookie just smiled at Amelia, waiting for her to get it out. "I mean, I understand that I haven't been too available the past few days, but we went out just yesterday! And--"

"And I found out just last night the entire truth about our relationship. Don't worry Amelia. We are still friends. It's just been a hectic week. I haven't had a chance to tell you about Freyja, Dermot, or my most recent meeting with Sandra Pelt. "

"Wait you saw her again?! Seriously? You need to spill. We have time on the drive to the stationary store I was recommended, and I want to hear it all. Start talking. Now, chica." Sookie smiled at her friend's insistence. She took a breath and launched in the story, depicting her capture by Sandra, and the twisted plot that the Were had held dear, then described her rescue, the ensuing discovery of her divine lineage, and the meeting the next day with Dermot. She backtracked a bit to describe getting the book, and then launched into everything she had learned the night before. They were pulling into the parking lot of the stationary shop when Sookie drew to the end of her story. Amelia looked at her, eyes wide. Sookie could barely catch pieces of thoughts of everything that was racing through Amelia's mind. "Oh. Oh my. Sookie, you have had quite a week, and it's not yet over. Thing's aren't always this exciting with you, are they? Do you just leave me out of the exciting things? Or is this unusual? Please, say it's unusual, I don't know if I would be able to handle it if I were to learn that this is your average week and I never hear about it. I mean, you trust me, right? I thought your life was fairly normal, well normal aside from the Fae blood, the telepathy and your penchant for vampiric sex. Oh, please tell me that you trust me and this week is an outlier!" Sookie laughed, interrupting her friend's monologue.

"Well, I would if you would let me get a word in edgewise. Geez, Amelia, you don't slow down do you?" Sookie said, with a slight laugh. "Really, it's only this week when you don't know the details. You are my friend. That's not going to change. It's been a really long week, and a really long day. Let's find the stationary, and then get back to the house... I want to be there when Eric wakes up."

"Aww, isn't that cute!" Amelia was teasing, and Sookie's blush proved that it was working very well. Amelia looked up at the sky. "Well, we have at least an hour before you have to be back. I don't think this trip will take that long. Before we go in, I think we should have an idea of what you want. I was thinking we should try to find something with Nordic, and maybe some Irish, designs. Fintan was Irish, and Eric and Freyja are Nordic, so it would be incorporating everything. This designer could design custom invitations, if we can't find anything inside that works, but he's also a Supe, so he is more likely to have something along the lines of what I have in mind. What do you think?"

"I think it's a brilliant idea! Let's head in, and see what we can find." Amelia managed to find a little bit of everything, including an interesting, and explicit, design of two shifters - ehm - expressing their joy in their matrimony. Sookie was looking through a shelf that she had hoped would be a bit more conservative when she saw it. The letterhead depicted a dragon, done in traditional style, a style Eric would recognize, but at the bottom there was a triquetera, the Irish Celtic trinity knot. She turned and held it up to Amelia, who was admiring the details on a ... raunchy invitation.

"You can see every vein," Amelia said in appreciation, and awe.

"That's great, Amelia, really. What do you think of this? You know, something I might actually send?" Sookie's tone of amusement undercut the harsh quality of her words, and Amelia just laughed.

"Let's see it." Sookie held it up, and Amelia's eyes widened, becoming nearly as large as saucers.

"It's great, Sookie! It really is unfortunate they aren't interconnected. Like, it would be nice if the Triquetera were woven in with the design on the dragon, but I like the way that is designed too." Sookie nodded.

"While it would be nice to have them interwoven, I kind of prefer this. It states that our marriage is connecting us - we're on the same page - but we're still different people. We aren't losing ourselves." It was Amelia's turn to nod in understanding. That seemed to be Sookie's chief concern regarding the union, she wanted to contain herself and gain Eric. If anyone could do it, it would be Sookie, Amelia thought. The Viking is a huge pita (Pain In The A$$), but he seems to love Sookie enough that they will make it work. He won't let her lose herself because that's everything he loves about her.

"I can see that," Amelia said while nodding sagely. "Let's head to the counter and see when we can get... 300 by."

"I will not have 300 guests at my wedding."

"No, only 300 invitations. Clearly I'm making 150 of them for me."

"Amelia!" Sookie's voice was threatening, but Amelia just smiled."

"Sookie, believe me, it's so much better to have too many. Also, while you may not want de Castro at the wedding, Eric may have to have him there, being a Sheriff. Him and his retinue are like 30 invitations alone. We'll keep it as small as we can, but you need to figure out Vampire ettiquette with Eric. You don't know how many people he needs to invite." Sookie could see the wisdom in the witch's words, even if she didn't want to.

"Fine! Fine! But if there are 300 guests, you are helping fill out the thank you letters." Amelia laughed, happily accepting her victory. They headed up to the counter. Amelia provided all of the information, including a date that Sookie hadn't yet decided on. Sookie looked at Amelia in with wry exasperation. "I'm glad you picked a date for me. And everything else. One would almost think it's your wedding."

"Honey, I'm just making it so that there is as little stress as possible on you."

"And while I appreciate everything your doing, why don't you, Eric, and I sit down together tomorrow and discuss everything you are doing with our wedding? And don't do anything too drastic in the meantime, please." Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but I think Pam should join us. I want her input too."

"Okay. Let's head back now, the sky's starting to darken." Amelia laughed, but Sookie was beyond embarassment. Her thoughts were on the big blond vampire who would soon be in her arms.