Well … aren't I just going well …? This chapter is like the third chapter that I have written today, as well as finishing a coursework essay and doing some Beta work!

And, as you can probably tell, I am trying to get some future chapters banked (on all of my stories) so that when (not if) I get another ton of coursework, I hopefully won't disappear for weeks on end!

Also, I got a long list of various people whom Bill would be cheating on Sookie with, and I tell you they just made me laugh, they really did (including Lorena, Allan Ball, Sam,) but, a big thanks to blahblahvampireemergencyblah who got the idea of Bill and Russell stuck in my head. This chapter is for you. xx

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

SPOV

Half an hour later, both Eric and I were both ready to leave the room, and I bent down to lift my phone from the floor where I had threw it, and I realised that I hadn't released the call after all.

Eric and I slowly made our way out of the Penthouse, hours after first coming there, holding hands, and stealing glances at each other when we both thought the other wasn't looking.

However, it seemed that Eric's willpower had went out the window once again when we were left alone in the lift. He just simply couldn't keep his hands to ourselves, and we spent the entire journey kissing and caressing each other, just as we had done on our upward journey, five hours earlier.

We made our way along the corridor to where our room was, since I had planned on getting my stuff out of the room, putting it somewhere else for the time being … I presumed the penthouse, and then telling Bill later on that our marriage is over, since he was apparently still working.

But, I got the shock of my life, when I unlocked the hotel room door …

SPOV

There was Bill leaning over the sofa in the hotel room, grunting and groaning as a small dark haired man slammed himself into Bill from behind.

What. The. Fuck.

Seriously?

"What the hell is going on here?" I said, without removing my hand from Eric's, whose thumb was currently rubbing small circles on the back of my hand, trying to soothe me.

He knew me only too well.

Unfortunately, it looked like I hadn't known Bill at all.

Even though I had stupidly married him.

But, then I wouldn't have met Eric if I hadn't made that stupid decision.

As soon as I spoke, the stranger immediately stopped pounding into Bill, and the latter looked up at me, and began to chant out his excuses. Seriously, it was like he had fucking rehearsed it.

"Sookeh … What are you doing here? … It's not what it looks like!" Bill said, frantically running towards me.

Without even attempting to put on any trousers.

Flashing everything he – should – have – had.

Yes, I said, flashing everything he should have had, because, I tell you, Bill's dick is about the size of a USB Memory Pen. Seriously.

And he fucking didn't know how to use it.

But, I chose to ignore it, and instead focused on his face, not that what was down below was very impressive anyways.

Eric's certainly was though, but that was a topic for another day.

"Seriously Bill … how is this not what it looks like? I really would love to know" I laughed, simply because I was unable to contain it.

"Yes, lover … I too would love to know how this is not what it looks like … but first … I really, really want him to put his feeble excuse for a dick away … seriously, it's like the size of a highlighter!" Eric remarked, clearly disgusted, but then again, if we had of walked in and found another woman standing completely naked … I would have told her to put them away too.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bill asked, clearly only noticing Eric's presence for the first time, even though we had arrived nearly five minutes ago.

"Eric is the man I have been having an affair with for the past year. I love him, and this was meant to be us coming to tell you what was happening. I am leaving you for him. I had wanted to break the news to you gently, since I thought I was the only one keeping major secrets in this relationship, but as it turns out, I am not the only one hiding things here." I said to Bill, before turning and walking out of the room, Eric following me without saying a word.

"You know … he still didn't put his fucking dick away" Eric smiled, as we walked down the corridor into a new and brand new life together.

"Seriously, Eric … that's what you want to talk about" I shivered.

"Nope … this is what I want to talk about …" Eric growled, and pushed me through one of the doors. A door which opened up to reveal a storage cupboard for cleaning materials. And security cameras.

Eric wasted no time in pushing me up against one of the walls, and covering my lips with his. "Hmm … lover … you have absolutely no idea how good it finally feels to be able to call you mine …. After all of this time" Eric growled, as he moved his hands to the top of my trousers, and quickly pulled them down.

"Already so wet for me, lover …. All wet, tight and hot. All MINE!" Eric growled, as lowered his own zipper, pulling his great big, massive cock out and after testing that I was indeed ready to take all of him.

I was.

I always was.

"Hurry up, Eric … fuck me … I need you inside of me …. Now Eric please, please …" I chanted, but before I could finish the sentence, Eric had pushed himself into me, and was now slamming in and out so fast that I was able to hear his balls slapping against my skin.

Needless to say, that it wasn't very long until either of us were ready to come.

"Jesus … Sookie … come for me … please lover …. Just come for me … please!" Eric begged , and as if to prove his point, he moved one of his hands down to where we were joined and began to rub my clit between his finger and his thumb.

"Eric" I screamed as I came, and my orgasm was enough to force Eric into coming, with both of leaning into each other, trying desperately to even out our breathing, and to regain our strength.

"I love you, lover" Eric said, as he softly kissed me.

"I love you too, Eric" I said, kissing him back

3 years later

"Eric" I called as I walked – sorry – waddled up the stairs to look for my husband. Yes, a lot of changes had occurred ever since I left Bill. As it had turned out, Bill was about to leave me for his boyfriend, Russell (the man who Eric and I had walked in on), and in return for Bill accepting that I was with Eric, I had to accept that he was with Russell, and ever since our divorce had come through (we had cited irreconcilable differences as the reason for our divorce), Bill and I had become firm friends.

And, needless to say, there was no jealousy or animosity between my husband – yes, my husband – we had gotten married on the very day that my divorce had come through, and my ex-husband ever since they had their fist fight over whether or not Bill had hurt me.

He hadn't actually intended on hurting me, and I had hurt him more during that incident, as he had similar bruises to mine, so we just eventually swept it under the carpet.

But, Bill is also under a warning that if "he ever hits me again, his feeble excuse for a dick will be shoved so far down his throat, it will permanently feel like he is fucking himself" (Thank you Eric for that one).

"Hey" Eric said, as I turned into his office (his home office) to see that he was valiantly working away.

"Hey … did you see this on the table downstairs?" I said to him, showing him the wedding – sorry Civil Ceremony invitation. It looked as if Bill and Russell were getting married.

"Yep … I did see it" Eric informed me, moving away from his desk and patting his lap.

I immediately went over to him and sat down on his lap.

"So … do you want to go or not?" I asked.

"I don't see a reason not to" Eric responded, wrapping his arms around my stomach.

"So … how's Baby Northman been doing today?" Eric queried, as I snuggled into his warm embrace.

"I think Baby Northman just wants to be out of Mammy Northman any day now" I smiled, and then immediately felt a wetness below me, and a huge stab of pain.

It looked like I was in labour.

Fourteen hours later, Alexander Ivan Northman was welcomed into the world, weighing in at 10 lb 04oz, and was 21cm long. He was an exact replica of his father, from his cheeky smile to his features, but he did have my eyes.

I couldn't be happier.