A/N:

This is it, ladies! Last chapter! Thank you all again for being so awesome with this story. I do have some promises to fulfill regarding some Eric POV of some parts in this, and if I get a clear idea of another short story for these two, I'll totally write it. So if you have any ideas of anything you'd like to see, let me know!

Thanks to Sunkisz once more for betaing this entire thing in one night, which allowed me to post an update every day. You rock my socks, Piglet!

Another thanks to A_Redhead_Thing for helping me out with chapter titles!

Chapter 6: Delivery Accepted

A year and a half later…

It was the middle of the worst part of the summer again, two years since I'd met Eric. Many things had changed since we'd admitted our love for one another. We'd really taken our time and dated so that we could get to know everything there was to know about each other. I even tried to implement a no-sex rule until we could name ten personal things about each other's childhood, but that failed epically when Eric came to my house dressed in the UPS uniform that he'd kept. Since that surprise appearance, the uniform came out once every six months or so. Usually if one of us was feeling nostalgic. We had a lot of fun replaying old memories, and amping up the UPS porn lines. With Eric, I'd discovered how funny sex could be.

Eric was about to open a bar with his friend Pam, the woman from the restaurant, and he'd asked me to move in with him. It took me a while to decide, but there was really nothing holding me at my house other than it having been in my family for so long.

Two days prior, I'd given him my answer. I would move in with him, but I wanted to keep my house and rent it to Amelia and her now live-in boyfriend, Tray. Her apartment was too small for the two of them, and they had been looking for a bigger place, so it was perfect.

Eric came over to help me pack, and to screw me on the kitchen counter since we'd never managed to actually do it there. After we got that out of the way, he actually began helping me pack. Halfway through the day we had all my bedroom stuff packed and most of the living room.

About that time, I noticed that Eric kept glancing at the door, and seemed to get more and more edgy and nervous. It disconcerted me, because he was always the picture of calm, collected, and confident. Negative thoughts began to swirl in my head. Was he having doubts about me moving in with him? Why else would he be acting so nervous? This wasn't something I could just let go of. If he was already feeling this way and we were just packing, how was he going to act when I actually moved in?

"Are you having second thoughts?" I blurted out, the words causing tears to well up in my eyes.

"What?" he asked, shocked. "No!" He stared at me for a moment, and then he looked upset. "Are you?"

"No!"

"Then why would you ask me something like that?"

"Because the more we pack, the more nervous you get, and you keep looking at the door like you want to leave. I'm serious, Eric. If you're having doubts you need to tell me now," I said, and I could feel myself beginning to shake.

"No honey, that's not why I'm nervous," he said as he pulled me into his arms. I began to cry into his chest.

"Then tell me why. You're scaring me."

"I…" he started, but hesitated. I pulled away from his chest to look at his face, and before he could say anything else there was a loud knock at the door. Eric let out a long breath of relief, and I yanked myself from his arms and stomped to the door.

The rape-y eyed UPS guy was standing on the porch, sweating profusely in the thick heat. Oddly, I didn't feel the need to offer him a glass of lemonade.

"I've got a package here for ya," he said suggestively, and I almost gagged. If Eric had said that same line I probably would have attacked him right there on the porch, but this guy? Hell. No.

I took the package from his hands and said a quick thanks before letting the door slam in his face.

"Were you expecting something?" Eric asked curiously.

"No," I said, as I looked the package over. There was no return address, and it was rather small. I grabbed a knife in the kitchen and sat at the table to open it. Inside the small box was an even smaller velvet box, and a note. I pulled the note out and opened it up.

Give the box to Eric.

Well, okay.

I picked up the little velvet box and handed it to Eric who was standing in front of me.

"The note says to give this to you," I said.

I honestly had no idea what was in it. I was still shaken up from our conversation, and confused about the package. Eric turned the tiny box in his large hand a few times, and then he locked my gaze with his as he dropped to one knee.

Holy shit.

Oh my god.

No fucking way is this happening.

His confident smile was back in place, but his shaking hands gave away his nervousness. He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen in my life.

"We didn't begin this relationship of ours in the most conventional of ways, but it worked for us. I've been in love with you for two amazing years, and I want to love you for many, many more. Sookie Stackhouse, will you marry me?"

I had tears silently streaming down my face as I smiled stupidly at him.

"Yes," I answered, and then I was pulled from the chair and wrapped in his arms, our lips pressed firmly together.

"I love you so much," he said, and then took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger. "Perfect."

"It's beautiful," I said, staring at it.

"It was my mother's. Part of her letter to me said that I was to give it to the woman I could see myself with when we both had no teeth," he grinned.

"She actually wrote that?"

"Yes, she did."

"I think I would have loved your mother," I said, tearing up again.

"No tears," he said gently, brushing them away with his thumbs.

I sniffled. "Is this what you were so nervous about?"

"Yes it was. I have no idea what I would have told you if he hadn't shown up at that moment. I really thought you were going to break up with me for a minute there."

"I thought that's just what you were about to do," I admitted.

"We're a couple of idiots," he chuckled, and I laughed.

"Yes, we are."

"What do you say we go celebrate this in the bedroom? Our last tryst in this house."

"I think that's a marvelous idea," I agreed, and we both stood up. "Are you going to carry me back to the bedroom and be romantic?"

He snorted. "Hell no. I'm going to claim what's mine."

With that said, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I squealed and giggled as he slapped me on the ass and carried me back to my bedroom like a caveman.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was my future husband, and I couldn't have loved him more.