A/N: So, please bear with me in this chapter there is a reason for all of this douche baggery.

Eric's body was stiff underneath mine. I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I should expect from him. Most men don't light up cigars and sip three fingers of their finest scotch if said pregnancy was produced from a one night stand. Also, as much as Eric seemed thrilled to see me his first goal was to get us alone and proceed to fuck me silly. The guy had a healthy appetite for sex and I felt that was his main concern when it came me. I couldn't find any romantic gestures that didn't end in his hands sprawled over my backside or weighing my breasts with gently squeezes. Or maybe that was his way of showing his romantic interests. We knew so little about each other and now we were possibly going to be connected to each other by my little bean. I had really screwed up big this time. What was I thinking blurting it out like that? It was a little weird how he thought fucking me until I was pregnant was incredibly sexy. It must have been a strange European male thing. I however was not into that. The possibilities of babies weren't even on plate till much later in life, or so I thought.

I released him from my hold and pressed my sweaty palms against that wonderfully soft sweater of his. He looked up at me with this adorably confused look in his face. Eric's hands had now dropped from waist to his sides and looked off to the side muttering something to himself in his native tongue. It looked as if he was calculating to himself the amount of times we had done it without a condom. I could help him out with that equation: EVERYTIME.

"Eric," I whispered tentatively and pressed my fingers a little bit into his shoulder. He just looked up at me dumbfounded.

"Eric!" A voice shouted from inside the house. I hopped out of his lap and pulled my yoga pants on, not to keen on the idea of getting caught naked from the waist down. Eric seemed to not really care and tucked himself in lazily still staring off in a stupid haze. Jesus I just told the man I was pregnant, I wasn't asking him run to the free world by himself. I was two seconds away from slapping him out of his stupor when, Malin came running onto the deck. She smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in her dress as her eyes shifted from mine to her brother's.

"Din andra flickvän är här." Eric shot up out of his chair nearly knocking me over and stomped off into the house. Malin offered me a clipped smile and turned on her heel following Eric back into the house.

I took a quick look around the deck hopping to find my panties but they were nowhere to be found. I shrugged my shoulders; I had bigger foreign fish to fry.

The voices grew louder as I approached the family room. As I walked down the hallways I noticed the family photos hanging on the walls and collected on a tiny table that at the end of the hall. They were incredibly close, if you couldn't already tell by their demeanors. I wanted this, for whatever family I was bound to have in the near future. Doing it with Eric wouldn't be so bad. I mean we didn't really know each other but we had great chemistry. We could take the time too; we had some months until the baby finally arrived. I was sure of his attraction to me; it could only deepen as we spent more time together. I took a breath and reminded myself not to get too ahead of myself. I couldn't have said truer words as I approached the corner and was meet with a horrifying sight.

The man who had just fucked me on his deck was currently tangled in the embrace of a leggy skinny brunette. Her fingers were woven in his hair as she ground herself in his lap eliciting a grunt from Eric. Tears welled up in my eyes and I let out a little yelp. Eric must have heard it because he tore his lips away from the woman's and looked over at me with such nonchalance. It was so different from the way he had been looking at me not more than an hour ago. Big fat tears rolled down my cheeks and my breath hitched. I tried to hold my sobs in but it was too much. My hormones were getting the best of me. That…fucker. He was just watching me cry with his hand resting inside her tiny skirt. That same hand had been inside me fifteen minutes ago.

The woman cocked her head at me, "Eric, is she another sister?" Bitch.

Eric cleared his throat and removed her from his lap as he stood up.

"No. Blair this is Sookie, Sookie this is Blair." He curled his arm around Blair's shoulder and drew her in close. "My girlfriend."

I was going to be sick.

The tears were falling in heavy streams and I could barely see my way out of the house. I bumped into Henry his stiff frame almost knocking me over. Luckily, for me, he had good reflexes and grabbed my shoulders holding my up right.

"Are you alright?" He asked with those deep blue Eric eyes. A fresh wave of tears formed and I pushed my way through the front door clearing him out of my path.

I spent the next two weeks in autopilot. Waking up with my head in the toilet, going to work and throwing up on my arrival at work, leaving work and heading home to recollect my spot at the foot of the toilet. Amelia was a gem. She held my hair back, fed me plenty of saltine crackers and ginger ale. She was even planning on coming with me to my first doctor's appointment and registering us for Lamaze classes. Sometimes I felt like she was more excited at the prospect of this baby than I was. It was hard to think that part of this baby was also apart of…him. I just wanted to get him out of my mind and out of my life. He made it fairly clear that he didn't want anything to do with me since he didn't stop me from leaving. He also didn't bother to try and get in contact with me. At this very moment he was probably fucking Blair in his office in some ridiculous extremely pleasurable position.

Asshole.

A big, gigantic, sexy, asshole.

I called my Gran down in Bon Temps and informed her of my current state of health. She jumped at the thought of becoming a great grandmother. I promised to fly down as soon as I got the time off. She told me she was proud of me and I had nothing to worry about because I had good people in my life looking after me.

Of course Gran was right but it wasn't as black and white as she thought. Amelia was a great help and I could never thank her enough, but this wasn't her child. Sooner or later I would be doing this on own. And that thought scared me to death, completely. I just had to be strong for my unborn child, it was the only way to get through this.

On Saturday I pushed Amelia out of the house insisting that she take a night off. She had recently forfeited every opportunity she had to go out in favor of spending time with me. I couldn't handle any more of her sweet but irritating hovering and demanded she go paint the town red in me honor. Amelia relented and was soon on her way out to meet up with some friends from her job. I settled down onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a light blanket. The weather was growing warmer and warmer by the days. Spring was slowly fading away and making room for a balmy New England summer. I slipped on a soft yellow summer dress that was to flimsy to wear in public and opted to use as lounge wear. I browsed the dvr and found "Nine Months". I let out a grunt while selecting the movie, silently wishing to myself that art would imitate life just once.

Halfway through the film there was a knock on the door. I sighed and removed the blanket from my waist and padded over to the entrance and opened it not expecting to see him behind it.

Eric stood with a hesitant smile on his face and a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands along with a box of chocolates.

"Hi." I moved to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot in the entry way wedging himself in the small gap of the door. "Wait, Sookie. Please let me explain."

"Get out of here before I call the cops." I threatened. I probably wouldn't be he didn't know that.

"No you won't. Please just let me talk to you." I sighed. He was a big man. I couldn't really keep him out of my apartment, he probably could have barged in but was being considerate of my condition and giving me control of the situation. I swung the door back and allowed him to pass. As Eric walked by I got a whiff of his intoxicating scent and a view of his luscious ass encased in a pair of well worn dark denim. Why did he have to look so good all the time? I took a quick look in the mirror right next to the door and ran a few fingers through my hair trying to tame the wiry pieces. I thought pregnancy was supposed to make me glow not leave me in a constant state of frumpiness.

Eric stood in my living room looking around waiting for me to say something. I crossed my arms and propped myself against a wall. I had nothing to say to him, he could do the talking.

"For you?" he offered the flowers and chocolates. I moved closer to take them from his hands and dumped them on the coffee table. He cleared his throat looking so uncomfortable and awkward. "How are you?"

"Peachy." I replied.

"Okay." Eric shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. "And the baby?"

"What do you care?" I spat. He didn't really think he could show up here with gifts and a sexy smile and everything would be all right? There was too much that had transpired in the past month for me to just forgive.

"I am sorry." He paused and raked his hands through his neatly parted blonde hair. "I am an idiot. What I did to you was incredibly cruel. I was not thinking."

"Was she really your girlfriend?" He nodded and the sting of betrayal was beginning to feel fresh again, like a newly opened wound. "So you were cheating on her with me at the club and at your house."

"No." he shook his head quickly. "We were on our way to breaking up. She came by to collect some things. I was not thinking straight."He said again. Eric took a deep breath and a step closer to me. "I thought maybe I could anger you into leaving me alone. I used her to make you jealous and angry. It was wrong of me." 'Damn hormones,' I thought as tears were falling.

"You're an asshole." I sobbed holding myself.

"Yes." He agreed holding my gaze with those intense eyes of his. "I am sorry. I need to make things well with you and my child. If you'll let me." He was now invading my personal space completely, bending his head a little to look me directly in my eyes. Eric pressed a kiss to my cheek and gripped my waist. "Min sota, you and the baby are my life now. I need to make things right."

I had no intention of letting him off that easy, but I was incredibly horny. I grabbed his biceps as he pushed his cock into my stomach.

"This doesn't change anything." I whispered as he lifted me easily into his arms and carried me to my bedroom.

I brought one of the round chocolate looking balls to my lips and took a bite. They were heavenly. It was the only sweet I had eaten recently that managed to agree with my stomach. I turned to see Eric walking out of my bedroom, stark naked. He smiled and took a seat next to me. I averted my gaze at his rapidly growing cock and shoved another chocolate ball into my mouth.

"Do you like them?" he asked putting one in his mouth as well. I nodded silently. "Good. They're chokladbollar. I use to make these with my father." He began while grabbing my fingers and playing with them. "Every time my mother came home with a new sibling we would make them and give them to her. These are her favorite sweets. It was just a way for my father and I to show her our appreciation for her strength. Now I'm doing it for you."

Oh crap. Why did he always have to say or do these sweet things? He had to know what it was doing to me.

"I haven't really forgiven you." I blurted out. I could feel him tense next to me and his hold on my hand loosened.

"What must I do?"

"I have a doctor's appointment today. Will you come?" That stupid grin returned and he kissed my fingers.

"Of course min sota."

He still wasn't going to get off that easily.

A/N: Yeah Eric was kind of a big douche. So he's got a long way to go to make up to her. Next time more interaction with the Northman clan. I kind of love them. Thanks for the reviews they are so helpful and encouraging.