Author's Notes: Hello my dear readers!

Here we are with another chapter of Essential Destiny and I know, it isn't very long, but I thought it was best where I left it. *Wink, wink*

Well, I am going to let you read the chapter now. It's more of a filler, but I hope you like it anyway. :)

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Gently and very carefully I stroked my belly, all the while trying to think of all the possibilities. Well, what other thing could it be? Feeling nauseous, getting sick, and my nipples were sore come to think of it. I was pregnant, end of story.

The gnawing of my lip had not ceased. Should I be excited or nervous? I wanted more kids with Eric, yes, but was everything moving too fast? If I told him that I was pregnant, what would he say? Would he be ecstatic or nervous? Would he think this was going too fast? He hasn't gone through this before, since he didn't know about his first child. I went through that process the first time practically by myself.

I sighed. Well, there really is nothing I can do and I wouldn't want to do anything regardless. If I was pregnant, which I am almost positive that I am, then the child would be loved. For the first time since I thought of all this, I smiled. It slowly crept upon my face as I looked back in the mirror, to my still flat stomach.

Sebastian was going to be a big brother. That was the thought that hit me then, but it had me slightly nervous. Was Sebastian ready for a little brother or sister? I haven't really talked to him about the possibility that he might become a brother, since Eric and I haven't talked about having more kids. Would Bas be happy or feel like he was being pushed to the side?

I couldn't believe that I was thinking about all of this at once. I had time, slightly less than nine months, but that is still a very long time to prepare him and myself. I shook my head.

I looked down at the tampons once more and chuckled, to my utter astonishment. Again, I shook my head while thinking of the irony of the situation. Eric and I had Sebastian after a one night stand and it didn't take much time to get pregnant a second time. I must be very fertile for it to happen again out of nowhere.

"Alright, so…I'm pregnant…again." I whispered. "Now, when would be the best time to tell everyone? When would be the best time to tell Eric?"

He had to know first. He deserved that. It still didn't answer my own question though. When would be the best time to tell? I had to make sure that I was, first of all, but what could I do? I sighed and stepped out of the bathroom, coming up with an idea. It wasn't spectacular or even a very good way to tell Eric, but…it needed to be done.

I walked in the room, going over to the side of the bed to turn on the lamp. Eric didn't wake, just rolled over to the side and muttered something unintelligent. I chuckled softly as I climbed in the bed to sit next to him. Putting out my hand, I laid it on his shoulder and gently shook him.

"Eric." I called. "Eric, can you wake up, please?"

"Wha-?" His brows furrowed first before his eyes opened. His blues connected with mine and he sat up carefully, taking my hand in his. "Sookie? Are you okay?"

"There's a Walmart here, right? I need to go get something."

He blinked, turning his head to look at the clock that was on the wall. "It's five in the morning. Can't it wait?"

"Well," I bit my lip. "No, I don't think I can wait."

He looked back at me, slightly confused. "Is there something wrong? Did you get sick again?"

"No, I didn't throw up, but I need to go get something." I whispered.

Eric finally smiled gently. "Sure, love. Just let me get ready quick."

"Yeah, I need to as well." I told him as I stood.

Carefully I made my way around the room. I didn't want to get dressed up, didn't even feel like I had it in me to care what I looked like, but I slipped on jeans and a t-shirt before slipping into my sandals that stood next to the door. I watched Eric after that, but I felt bad. He was still half asleep and every few seconds he would rub his hand over his face as he moved. He slipped a shirt over his head before retrieving the same khaki shorts he wore yesterday. After he slipped them on, he looked at me again.

"You look pale." He commented.

"Yeah, not feeling good again." I whispered as I exited the room slowly.

Eric followed as I made my way back to the bathroom. I sighed, lifting the toilet seat before I threw up once more. It wasn't nearly as bad as yesterday, but it still sucked regardless. I hated morning sickness the last time I was pregnant and I hated it now.

"Sookie, maybe we should go to a hospital." Eric's voice came from behind me as he lifted my hair up.

I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. I forgot that he followed me in here, but I didn't seem to really care anymore if he saw this side of me.

"No, I'm fine." I waved off his worries as I stood to the sink. I brushed and washed my hands before turning around and gently smiling at him. "See? All better now." And I was being honest. After I had that moment of sickness, it disappeared as quickly as it came. "We should go and get back quickly before anyone wakes up."

"You're getting something for your tummy?" He smirked as we got in the car.

Without thinking about it, he rubbed my stomach as if to sooth it. My brows furrowed slightly before I chuckled. That…was different. Since I knew-in the back of my mind-that I was indeed pregnant, it was different because the father of the child growing in my womb rubbed exactly where the child would grow. I never had that with Sebastian. The only people who touched my stomach while I was pregnant were Nicole, Amelia and Gran, but it wasn't that often. To have Eric touch where our child would grow was different, but I liked it. I loved knowing that he was going to be there this time.

Slight tears pricked my eyes, but I turned my head so he wouldn't see. "Yeah, something like that."

"Ready?" Eric asked.

I nodded and he turned on the car and put it in drive. The trip to the store didn't take nearly as much time as I thought, or maybe I wasn't just paying attention to the clock. I couldn't stop staring at Eric as he yawned and turned his head to smile at me a few times. He was now holding my hand, rubbing soothing circles wherever he could touch. I knew he was worried about me, but he had no reason to be. He would know very shortly what was going on.

The parking lot was very bare, hardly any cars there whatsoever so we got a good spot. I didn't want to have to walk much, with the way I was feeling. Yes, I had morning sickness with Bas, but it wasn't nearly this bad. I was tempted to lean over into the nearest trash can and force myself to throw up again, but I didn't do that. With Bas, I threw up maybe once a day, and then felt better. I felt better after throwing up just a bit ago, but now that sickness was back.

"Ugh." I sighed, getting out of the car and heading to the doors.

Eric followed, catching up in time to take my hand in his as we walked. He gripped tightly, pulling me into his side and pushing his other hand around my back to steady me. He was nervous, I could tell. He kept giving me a weird look as we continued, but I tried to ignore it. I was on a mission. I wanted to get in, let him know, find out and go back to the beach home.

My feet carried me as quickly as I could, with Eric's arms wrapped around me as I did so. The pharmacy was coming into view and I was relieved. Eric let go of me and walked over to one of the shelves.

"There's a lot of stuff here that would settle your stomach, Sookie." He commented as he looked through. "They have Pepto-Bismol."

I nodded as I turned to another isle and found what I was looking for very quickly. I picked out a box, First Response to be more exact and walked to the register. I was surprised to see that the pharmacy was open, but was happy regardless. I didn't want to walk all the way to the front of the store to buy it. I pulled out my wallet while Eric was still rummaging through medicine and paid for it quickly.

"Good luck." The woman smiled from behind the counter.

"Thank you." I blushed gently as I turned and walked over to Eric. "Ready?"

"You bought what you needed? But-"

"Yep, I got it." I shook the bag gently and smiled. "Ready?"

"Uh, yeah." He smirked back at me as we began walking again.

A bathroom caught my eye and I bit my lip. I stopped in my tracks, tugging Eric's hand to point where I wanted to head.

"You need to get sick again?" He asked, pushing me in that direction.

I ignored his question and asked one in return. "Come in with me?"

"Into the woman's bathroom?" Eric raised an eyebrow, looking at the door.

"No one's around." I promised as I tugged him further into the room with me.

He was clearly uncomfortable, but all was well. No one was in here at the time, so I turned around and locked the door behind us before going into a stall. The sound of Eric's feet shuffling is what I concentrated on as I pulled the little stick out and did what I had to do. I let a few minutes tick away as I held the stick in my hands, not moving an inch as I waited for the results.

"Sookie, are you okay? I'm starting to wonder what is going on with you." Eric said from the other side of the door, tapping it gently.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, taking a deep breath before I looked down at the stick. There, in a little circle held my answer. Positive.

Tears sprang on their own accord, but it wasn't of sadness. I was crying because I was happy, even after all of the thoughts I had earlier about the whole thing. Looking at the stick, seeing the truth staring me in the face was exciting, happily exciting. I wasn't going to be alone this time; I was more mature now than I was before.

"Eric…" I sniffed.

"Open up." He demanded out of nowhere. He heard my slight cries.

I carefully stood up, unlocking the door as I did so. Eric opened it gently, looking at me in concern as to what was wrong. I shook my head as his hands came down on either sides of my cheeks and made me look up into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Eric…" I whispered.

"What's wrong? Is something hurting?"

"No." I promised, laughing gently as tears slipped from my eyes more.

Carefully, I moved my hands that were stuck in between our bodies and took a step back. I pushed him gently, out into the open part of the bathroom. He moved, but was more confused now than ever as I held up the little stick.

"What is that?" He asked.

"What we came here for." I told him. "It's a pregnancy test, Eric. I'm…pregnant."

A/N: So, I think I should tell you what my plot bunnies have been up to and it isn't that great for me.

I had a dream a little while ago, about a certain small boy in this story that will grow up. Sebastian. You know who I am talking about. :P We all love Sebastian dearly, right? Well, my plot bunnies must be thinking that, because they have been pestering me to write a story surrounding him after he is grown, but I don't think I can call it an Eric and Sookie story since it wouldn't be (mostly) surrounding them, just their child that I had created.

I love the idea and I am very excited about it, and yet, I am not sure if I can even create it. I'm not sure anyone would read it, if I did. So, I wanted to know if you would read a story based solely on a Mr. Sebastian Northman along with possible other…Northman's in there *cough* later *cough* on.

Let me know what you think and of course, if I do write it, it wouldn't be until this story is finished because if I started a sequel for a story that wasn't finished, you would be getting quite a few spoilers in it. Lol.

Thank you.

XOXO-SharaMoon