A/N- I own nothing (he he he, another spanner in the works)
Quinn marches into the room, his six ft and muscled, olive skinned glory causing pangs of loss in my heart. I'd been sad to break up with him, but there had simply been too many strikes against us and frankly I didn't want to come after his mother and sister.
Yes it's selfish but true, not that my conscience doesn't lecture me on being so harsh to a man I could have grown to love. And that I hadn't seen since he'd turned up at my house and got into a brawl with my ex-Bill.
Beside me, Pam hisses and I glimpse at her and then try to see past Quinn's shoulders, looking for the supposed father of my child.
Then it hit me.
"What are you doing here?" I demand of Quinn as he stops just short of me, his arms held out with clear intent to hug me, "You and I haven't slept together since before Rhode's buster, if this was your child I would have given birth months ago!"
"Is this true?"
Sandy had returned to the room and been hidden by Quinn's bulk, she tilted her head and looked up at him,
"Because Quinn and his sister swear the child is likely to be his" she smiled in such a manner as to chill me to my bones, and both of Pam's arms wrapped tighter around me, I placed my hands atop hers over my stomach.
"Well I swear it's not" I glare at Sandy, "Ya'll wanna track down a Bible I'd be happy to swear on it"
Quinn raised a sceptical eyebrow, "Then where is the father babe?"
I stared him down, "Dead and gone" I say in clipped tones, wanting to give the impression that he'd died by my hands. Perhaps a little fear would set the tiger straight, he only gave me the winning white toothed smile that I'd once found attractive and turned to Felipe de Castro bowing elegantly.
"Your Majesty, I give my word that the child Sookie Stackhouse is carrying was fathered by me. And might I beg your indulgence and have her remain at the Mira Hotel while she is pregnant, I'll be glad to cover any and all expenses regarding her"
"No!" I shout down any remark that the King of Nevada might have made, and try to struggle out of Pam's restraining grip.
"Quinn you are not the father of my child, the last time I saw you Bill was doing a spectacular job of kicking your arse and the only person I was sleeping with then was Eric!"
He flinches at the last statement, having likely known that Eric and I were doing the deed but there's a difference in having it thrown in his face.
Pam shifts her hold on me and then pinches me when I go to speak again,
"Sookie darling, regardless of the obvious flaws in the tiger's statement, nothing is going to be decided tonight, better that tomorrow you ring Dr. Ludwig to come to Vegas for a paternity test"
Then somehow managing to curtsy and manipulate me into bowing at the same time, she sent us both gliding across the floor into my room, slapping the door shut behind us and whirling to face me before I could even register that we were out of the receiving room. Naturally I opened my mouth to deny every word that had come out of Quinn's but she rolled her eyes,
"Yes Sookie, of course I know that your child isn't the child of the tiger. Setting aside the fact that he wasn't allowed into Area Five after your marriage to Eric, Eric himself told me how strongly you smelled of fae"
I sit down on the bed in a huff, crossing my arms like a petulant child
"Then why is he saying he is? If he wants me back he couldn't be further from his goal then he is now"
Pam was making her way about the room with interest, looking at the hideous design and grinning as she sat down on the loveseat,
"From what Sandy said- and the way that she said it- I assume it would have something to do with his family. Perhaps Quinn's mother has caused trouble again or his sister..." she shrugged with enviable nonchalance.
Yes that made sense, perhaps Mrs Quinn had escaped from her mental asylum again and needed to be taken care of by the vampires. I could feel pity for him if he was forced into this situation such as I was, but if I had to choose between himself and myself and my child- he was a dead man. I took a deep breath and then braced myself for the inevitable question,
"Pam" I can barely speak the words, "Where is Eric?"