A/N- He'll be back

I went to bed around one-thirty, I heard the front door close and Amelia trod past my bedroom around two. She was trying to be quiet, lest she wake me; she might as well have come past with a marching band because sleep was elusive to me that night.
Why hadn't Eric contacted me? Why hadn't he come over or called or given Pam a message?
I rolled over again and struggled to relax, trying to get comfortable and fall asleep.
So I was wide awake when my bedroom window slid open and a vampire crawled through.
At first I thought it was Bubba, who's never really considered doors when he entered my house, and then strangely I think of Bill, that he's exercising his recently returned friendly neighbour rights. So I don't feel shock until my visitor straightens to his full six-ft-four height and I realise that it's my husband,

"Hello Sookie" Eric greets me settling himself down on the armchair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. I pull myself into a sitting position and gather the doona around me for warmth, "Hey Eric, how are you this evening?"
"Good, Pam told me I should hurry over here if I valued my status in your household"
No need to beat around the bush Eric,
"That Pam" I mutter, searching for something to say, wondering how to phrase my thousand and one questions. Then, slowly so as not to startle me, Eric kicks off his shoes and climbs onto my bed, crawling over me and pressing his face to my neck, sniffing deeply,
"You are with child!" he declares.
No shit Sherlock.

"Already your scent has changed" he announces, laying me back down and planting butterfly kisses along my collarbone, out of habit I play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Curiosity gets the better of me,
"How do I smell to you?" I ask, feeling pleasure down south when Eric's hands slide under the blanket to my hips, "Very, very, very strongly of fae"
Oh boy, right now Eric's hands were divesting me of my underwear and sliding my nightgown to my waist. Fairies are addictive to vampires, the smell of them drives them crazy with lust.
So why hadn't Pam taken a nip out of me the last two times we met?

I ask Eric the same question just as his fingers brush my thighs, right before all coherent thought leaves my mind. Unfortunately he tenses immediately and begins to withdraw, resting back on his haunches and looking down at me,
"The scent is stronger when you're still" he began, clearly considering the question and not just throwing an answer at me, I've always liked that about him, "At the moment when you move, your true scent will still override the smell of growing fae and because Pam knows it's more than her life's worth to harm you while Bill, Alcide, Calvin, Jason, Sam, Quinn, Amelia, Mr Catalaides and myself are still alive"
"Plus she likes me" I add hopefully, a little flustered by the long list of 'People who I can possibly count on to want me alive' list, I saw him grin in the darkness,
"Plus she likes you, not only for you but for the large amount of material you give her to tease me with"
I chuckle, reaching up to stroke Eric's cheek with my thumb, "Let's not think about Pam right now..." I suggest, using the collar of his t-shirt to pull him back atop me, I'd missed the feel of his weight, in spite of everything, it made me feel safe.
"Sookie, dearest lover"
Instead of succumbing instantly to my plan of seduction as I would have liked him to, Eric stayed where he was and I didn't have anywhere near the required strength to move him.
"Yes oh recalcitrant one?" I tease, using the word I'd learnt from Pam. But something in Eric's eyes warned me that I wasn't going to like what came next.
"Lover, I won't be able to come near you once your child is born. Their scent will be intoxicating to me, to any vampire- as it is I have to resist the urge to feed from you now"
I felt bile rise in my throat, "What?"
He didn't look me in the eye, "I did some research into those who had birthed fae children, and vampires that had attempted to be romantically involved with fairies..." for a moment I thought I heard pity in his voice, "It has never ended well"
I allowed myself a moment for this to sink in, then found myself hurling my bedside lamp at him.

"Get out!" I screamed as he hastily retreated out my bedroom door, "Fuck off...I never ever want to see you again!"
It probably took Eric ten seconds to leave my house.
I was crying after two.
I had gone from feeling ready for intimacy again after months to feeling as though I'd never know love again.
My tears soaked my pillow as for the first time I realised the gap Eric would leave in my life...and all because of a child I didn't even want.