Author's Note: This Chapter is dedicated to ALL our faithful readers with a special "Thank You" for WhoKnowsWhy, DICATAKADD, Blooddrunk and the rest of the girls from WIKI/BOTB. Your reviews, PMs and encouragements are what have kept the ideas flowing and Bill talking. Hope you enjoy and forgive the little tease, maybe ALBD will be more than just the foolish dream of a Bill fan. *If only CH would listen.* Dont worry there is more ALBD to come, we're certainly not done yet.

The days turned into weeks and all was going well until I started to feel sick after my last trip to New Orleans for the King. Bill had never been around me while I'd been sick without it being due to me being shot, staked or injured some how.

He had no idea what to do as the days passed and all I wanted to do was sleep not being able to keep anything down for longer than a minute.

I went to the doctor and he said I probably had the flu and the exhaustion from work and my recent trips were making it seem worse than what it really was. Amelia and Octavia tried a health spell but that didn't work either.

Finally Bill decided it would be best to call in Dr. Ludwig if I didn't improve in a day or two; but I decided I felt better and went to work the next day.

"Sookie, are you sure you should be here?" Sam asked concerned.

"Sam, Bill is driving me insane. I'm going to stake if he keeps asking me if I'm ok and if I need anything. Please let me just stay here in your office and don't tell him anything." I begged Sam.

"Ok, Sookie but promise me you'll see the doctor again. You promise and I won't tell Bill anything, scouts honor." Sam said giving me the international two finger scouts sign.

"OK, Sam, I promise."

I was sleeping in Sam's office when I felt arms wrap themselves around me and cradle me, carrying me before I fell asleep again. I woke to find myself on my bed, Bill and Sam both looking down at me.

"You lied Sam Merlotte." I said through hazy eyes.

"No, I didn't, I had Hoyt call Bill when you slept straight through your regular shift." He said.

"Thank you Sam, I'll make sure she gets something to eat and gets medical attention as soon as possible."

"Night cher, feel better you hear and don't go staking Bill, he's just doing what any concerned husband would do."

"Ok, Sam I won't stake him."

Bill led Sam out of the room and I heard the front door closing. Bill flew back up holding a soup Amelia had made for me and a TruBlood for himself.

"You told Sam you wanted to stake me? Now I know you are really sick," he said as he pulled me up on the bed placing a napkin in front of me and the food tray on my lap.

I took a spoonful and set the spoon back down.

"Oh Bill I don't want this. Maybe later, but now my stomach is turning. This is definitely the flu; maybe a gingerale would settle my stomach. Can you get me one honey, I'm sorry for being such a pain."

"Nonsense, you are not being a pain, except when you don't want to see the doctor. I'm going to get you the gingerale and then we'll call Dr. Ludwig for tomorrow night. Be right back."

He flew to the kitchen leaving his dinner behind on the nightstand. I could smell the contents and picked it up and drank it all almost in one long gulp. Bill was standing at the door staring at me not saying a word as I drank the bottle dry.

"Sookie, I'm calling Dr. Ludwig now, where's my phone?" The look on his face was that of sheer fright, if a vampire could be frightened that is.

"Bill, am I turning into a vampire?" I asked scared myself as I tried to recall how many times I'd had Bill's blood.

Claudine pops in

"Put the phone down Bill. Don't call her yet. Hey cousin, you're sick I see." Claudine says as she sits next to me on the bed.

"Very perceptive of you Claudine. What no Claude today?" I retort (my new word of the day) not feeling very hospitable, gran would definitely be upset with me, being sick is no excuse for being rude.

"Oooh, sass I see. No, no Claude today, just me. Came to tell you I'm moving up."

"Where you going? I thought you lived on the top floor of your building." Bill and Claudine both looked at me like if I'd grown a second head.

"What?" I asked.

"Sookie, I'm moving up; as an angel, I'm a messenger now." Claudine said oozing pride.

"What? Will I be able to see you?" I ask tearing up; Bill sat next to me on the other side of the bed holding my hand.

"Well, you'll see me when I have something to tell you," she said taking my other hand in hers.

"So I won't have my fairy godmother any more? Oh Claudine, I'm happy for you, I know this is what you've always wanted but I'm going to miss you terribly." I say as I kiss her hand.

"What kind of message would you bring Claudine?" Bill asked concerned as she always brought messages of impending danger.

"Well a message like the one now," she said smiling beautifully so I new it wasn't danger.

"Oh, that you're leaving," I say sniffling.

"No…, a message like, I know why you are sick," she is still beaming.

"Fairy, do you want to share that information with us," Bill asked already annoyed this wasn't the first thing she said to us.

"You've called me fairy for the last time vampire," she leaned over me stared him down.

"Anyway, like I was saying before bloodsucker here interrupted me, I know why you're sick."

"Sookie, you don't have the flu, you're pregnant." She said beaming.

"What!!" Bill and I both say, really more like shouted.

"Claudine, I can't be pregnant. Bill, I swear I am not pregnant. You know I haven't…, you know right, I swear, honey, I swear I haven't!" I was panicking and also wanting to throw up.

"Explain yourself fairy, angel, devil or whatever you are!" Bill's fangs were fully down as he was ready to pounce on Claudine and probably me too if she was right.

"Listen bloodsucker, she's pregnant, whether you believe it or not and it's yours." Bill threw himself towards her trying to avoid her at the last second as he heard her say "it's yours," hitting the night table instead.

From all the excitement, confusion and my weakened state, I passed out.