"AH!" Abigail screamed when Sookie ran to her and had this angry look on her face like she was going to murder her.

Abigail ran around Eric and hid behind him as Sookie told her, "Oh no, you don't! I can't believe you left us!"

"I was being chased by the Devil," Abigail tried to reason as she used Eric as a shield when Sookie tried to get her.

"Are you serious?" Sookie screeched. "Now you have Satan after you?!"

"Well, I did. Eva was actually Lucifer and so my father had the witches he was banding together to kill him or well, it," she explained. "Also Joe was a demon too after my baby, but remember the nuns knew too and put him away and Warlow was after my baby too with Joe and Lucifer."

"Yeah, I knew Warlow was after you, but I didn't think it was because of this," Sookie said. "I mean you could've called me and not left me a fucking note, Abigail Thornes DeSangue Stackhouse!"

"It's Northman actually," Eric corrected and held up his hand with the ring on it. "At least, you didn't get a voicemail."

"Wait," Sookie halted and eyed them curiously. "I thought you said that you didn't where she was, Eric."

"I didn't, but I had us married."

"And forged my signature," Abigail sassed.

"You don't get to talk right now," Sookie scolded her, pointing a finger at her. "So, Eric, did you know where she was?"

"No, I didn't until Pam saw her shopping."

"She wasn't even shopping," Pam said in exasperation. "She was mopping."

"My phone was taken away by my father because he was afraid of what it could do to that baby and my stress. I was crying because I read all of you messages," Abigail said defensively.

"Are you okay?" Sookie asked concerned.

Abigail came from behind Eric and replied, "Yeah, but I can't have any stress right now because I'm so close to having my son."

"Our," Eric growled.

"You can't get mad at me, Eric because I have been used to saying 'my baby' because I have been alone this entire time."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Are you blaming me?" Abigail questioned angrily.

"Eric, stop it," Sookie scolded him. "She doesn't need this right now. She's like-"

"Six months, but he's growing very quickly…abnormally quickly actually," Abigail told her.

Sookie lurched forward and hugged her tightly. "I missed you."

Abigail smiled and wrapped her arms around her cousin and best friend. "I missed you too…it's been tough being alone now."

"Now?"

"Yeah, um, my father got Hep-V and died just a couple of weeks ago so since I am his heir, I own everything. Companies, castles, houses, safe houses, trusts, bonds, and other shit that I can't even remember."

"I'm so sorry," Sookie said sincerely, rubbing her back.

Abigail felt tears in her eyes, but they quickly went away when Pam reminded them, "Might I remind you all that we have a Christian to kill?"

"It can wait, Pam," Eric replied.

"Yeah, Sook, needs our help," Abigail agreed.

"Oh fucking great," Pam grumbled and they all walked inside. "What about Willa? We came here for Willa."

Eric closed his eyes and whispered her name. "There. She's coming."

"Now, Sookie, is this Willa in love with my Eric and should I kill her," Abigail asked boldly of Sookie when they walked into Bill's office and closed the door in Eric's face which she heard Pam laugh at.

Sookie chuckled. "No. She hates Eric for leaving her. She was barely two weeks old when he did."

"So why did he turn her then if he was just gonna end up leaving her?"

"Well, he did to make the governor see that vampires are just like everyone else, but that didn't work out and they were brought to some kind of camp where they were experimented," Sookie elaborated.

Abigail widened her eyes and she gasped lowly, "What?"

"Yeah, at least that's what Bill told me," Sookie replied. "Bill killed the governor to save the other vampires from the sun and then Eric suddenly disappeared after Nora died from the virus."

"I knew that. My father had felt it when she died and he felt it for Lilith and I felt it when Warlow died too. Are you okay?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You seem sad. I don't know what it is, but you have this sadness in your eyes and expression on your face. What is it?"

"Nothing. I don't want to stress you out," Sookie's hand tightened around hers. "Just I'll tell after you give birth to that crazy son of yours."

Abigail sat down on the chair and sighed when she felt comfortable. "Okay. Fine, but I will keep bugging you about it."

Sookie smiled brightly and then looked at her large belly. "So the baby is growing faster?"

She nodded. "My doctor said that I said be giving birth at any minute now."

"Wow. So have you decided on any names yet?" Sookie asked in excitement.

Abigail opened her mouth to answer, but Eric yelled through the door, "We! Have we decided on any names yet?!"

Abigail sighed in frustration. "Go away, Eric, I'm still mad at you!"

Eric sped into the room and locked the door behind him. Eric sat down on the ledge of the desk across from Abigail who was glaring at him. "And to answer your question, Sookie, we have not decided on a name yet. I think since it's a boy, he's a prince, and I am a Viking I think that it should come from Old Norse."

"What did you want to name him? Thor?" Abigail said sarcastically.

Eric looked down and shrugged. "The name crossed my mind."

"Oh come on, Eric!" Abigail shouted in frustration. "We are not naming our baby after a god."

Eric frowned. "Why not?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because I am going to push this baby out of my vagina which you have claimed to be very tight so excuse me if I want to pick out our son's name. He will have to live with it forever and I don't want him to hate us."

Sookie chuckled and shook her head. "You guys are just too cute sometimes."

"I'm surprised he hasn't said Eric Jr." Abigail grumbled.

"My name does mean King Forever." He mused.

She rolled her eyes and made a move to stand up with the help of Eric.

"God, do I feel so fucking fat right now," she mumbled.

"You guys know when the baby comes that you can't curse like that in front of him," Sookie reminded them.

Both Abigail and Eric shared a serious look then laughed hysterically.

"Okay," she said between breaths. "Try telling…telling P-Pam that!"

Abigail wiped her eyes and huffed, "You're so funny, Sook."

She and Eric shared a breathless laugh as they turned to walk out of the office. The doors slammed opened in complete rage. A pale and pretty brunette came striding into the room. Abigail studied her angry face and she assumed that the girl was in her early twenties.

"What do you want, asshole?" the girl snapped angrily at Eric.

I liker her already.

"Willa," Eric mused.

Now I hate this bitch.

"How are you?" he asked.

"How am I?!" Willa yelled at him. "You left me-abandoned me when I was only two weeks old!"

"I know and we'll talk about it later, bur right now my wife needs our help."

"I couldn't give a fuck what your…your wife?" Willa questioned then looked at Abigail by his side. "Abigail?"

"In the flesh," Abigail mused.

"A-And pregnant!" Willa gasped. "How…I thought-"

"I'll explain later," Abigail brushed off. "But please continue yelling at Eric."

"Don't listen to her, Willa. Stop yelling, you're stressing my pregnant wife out," Eric warned Willa.

Abigail scoffed. "No, she's not. I'm enjoying this because she reminds me of myself and I like her already caused she hates you and clearly won't take any kind of shit from you. Redeeming qualities if you ask me."

"Like I said before, Willa, we'll tale about this later." Eric said.

"No, we are talking about this right now," Willa said sternly, not backing down which intrigued Abigail.

"As your maker I command you," Eric talked to Willa like she was some child. "Later."

Abigail shrugged and walked out of the office. Eric stopped Abigail and ordered, "Stay here while we go to them. It is important that you stay here especially in your condition…who knows what those vampires will smell or do if they sniff out even a hint of you."

"Okay."

"No. You can't come. Its too-wait, what?"

"I said okay. I know I can't go. I'm pregnant and ready to pop out this kid at any given moment," Abigail told him honestly. "I get it."

Eric looked so out of place and lost that it made her smile. "Oh…okay then."

She saw the black SUVs pull into the driveway. Abigail felt anxiety and panic arose within her as her hands held her large belly protectively. She felt a kick from her son and smiled a little because she knew that that kick was meant to calm her down and reassure her.

Eric sensed her panicked emotions and immediately went to her. "Are you okay?"

"No," she confessed to him quietly. "I'm not okay. I…you don't have to do this. You don't have to be the hero for me-I happen to fall for villains actually."

"I do though…for our future."

"You could die, Eric," she said frantically. "You can't die and leave me here. Alone…"

Eric kissed her passionately while holding her face in his large hands. There were no tongues dancing, just a kiss. They ended the kiss and leaned their foreheads against one another. Eric breathed in her jasmine and raspberry scent. He hoped that he would be able to see her again.

Eric kissed her forehead and cupped her cheek. A stray blood tear escaped her eye as she leaned into his touch.

"What's with the tear?"

Abigail quickly wiped it away. "Stupid hormones. He keeps on making me emotional and shit. Sneaky little bastard…"

Eric laughed and then gazed down at her stomach. His hesitant hand was slowly placed onto her stomach. Eric noticed how comfortable she looked with the exception of her boots of course. She wore a long grey dress that reached to her knees, black leggings with brown boots, and a crimson red cardigan over the dress. The fabric was thin enough to where he could feel the roundness of her belly.

"I love you," Eric said softly.

Abigail didn't know if he was referring to her or their son. "Com back alive."

"I promise," Eric vowed with determination in his eyes.

"Good."

Eric pulled away from her and stepped into the car. Abigail watched as the cars drove away from her and she let out a breath she didn't even know that she had been holding. She heard her phone ring in her pocket and pulled it out.

CALLER ID: UNKNOWN

"Hello?"

"Abby! Long time no see, eh?" Joe's voice rang out.

Abigail froze and she asked, "Joe? Where are you?"

"Oh, still at that asylum that your husband put me in," he responded rather cheerfully. "I need to see you."

"I'm not going to have a conversation with your-I mean you."

She heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "So you know hat I'm a demon then."

"Yes, I do," she snapped.

"Good then this will motivate you to come and have a nice little chat with me."

"Why should I even come?" she asked suspiciously.

"I can tell you more about your son whose name I already know. I like it by the way…it fits." Joe told her.

Abigail debated on whether or not she should go. He is a demon. He wants my son. No, I won't anyone take him from me. End of story.

"No, I'm not going." Abigail answered coldly. "You tortured me, raped me, abused me, and conspired against me. There is no way in hell that I am going anywhere with you."

"Well," he drawled out. "That's tough. You're going."

Abigail saw mist swirl around her. One minute she was at Bill's house and the next she was standing in front of a mental hospital named St. Peter's Mental Hospital. She still held the phone to her ear as she cursed under her breath.

"Ellis Gosling. Room 3789 and Patient #7666701X. There. Now follow the white rabbit, Goldilocks."

Abigail growled angrily as she hung up the phone. She followed his instructions and she was led to the common room where the nuns gave her judging looks and the orderlies stared lustfully after her until they saw her large belly.

Joe sat on the couch with his feet resting on top of the coffee table as he played cards with three other people. There were two men and only one girl who looked like she was going to strangle someone with her wild fluffy black hair in her face. Abigail could easily see the outlines of her face and saw that she was old. One of the men had buck teeth and was bald. His hips were curled in a cruel way that didn't go well with her gut feeling. The other man had a pure white eye with a single claw mark scar scratched across it with veins crawling out of it. He had a bald head too. Both men looked oddly similar to each other.

Joe looked up and smirked. "Goldilocks, long time no see."

"Don't call me that," she snapped at him.

"Aw," Joe cried with a pout. "Don't be that way."

"I am going to be this way, you asshole," I whispered furiously to him.

He only rolled his eyes and introduced, "Abigail, this is Hans and Hansel. My new minions…they don't have their tongues though so they can't speak."

"Why?" Abigail questioned.

"Because I ripped them out," Joe said in a "duh" voice. "Anyways, let's have us a nice and mature chat about the future of your son. Shall we…please sit down and have a cup of tea with us?"

I may have walked into an asylum, but I somehow ended up in Wonderland…with the Mad Hatter and Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change wasn't so curious.

TBC…


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