Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long coming but Bill wanted some B & S action and for everyone to know what his son was up to; he had me do some re-writing instead of letting me put all this in a separate one-shot (explanation) story. I just think he is showing off. We hope you enjoy it as much as we have. AND, YES there is quite a bit more of ALBD still to come.
As the days passed my morning sickness improved somewhat; they became night sickness as I was sleeping straight through the day.
Amelia and Octavia kept feeding me organic teas until they finally hit on one that helped with the nausea; they knew something was up but weren't sure what it was or how to ask me.
"Me" still working at Merlotte's was soon a forgotten argument as all I wanted to do was sleep.
Sam wasn't happy when Bill informed him that I wouldn't be returning to work…, ever; but as he knew I never wanted to stop working (no matter how much money Bill said we had) he knew that my health must have been the catalyst (new word of the day) behind this decision.
We spoke a couple of times after I quit but as Sam also feared for my health me staying off my feet and taking care of myself became his main concern and he quickly backed off blaming Bill for my decision.
I felt so guilty that I couldn't share our news with our friends but as we still needed to be careful we decided to follow the advice Claudine had given us. Still, I wanted to tell Amelia, Octavia and Sam so bad that I felt like I was going to explode.
Two weeks passed quickly and Bill hardly ever left my side. He took care of my every need, desire and want; whether it was physical, sexual or emotional.
On his next visit Dr. Andrews gave us more instructions and explained that I would not be pregnant forty weeks, but only thirty two, something about eight being magical for fae. Immediately after Dr. Andrews left Bill ran to his computer to research the significance of the number eight (for fae) though he never did tell me what he'd found.
Finally, I couldn't take being left out in the dark and decided to do some investigating of my own behind Bill's back; I asked Amelia.
Amelia explained that the number eight meant "perfect balance, infinity, executive ability, management, power, materiality, and unscrupulousness, everything royalty are" she said. She finally broke down and asked me what was going on and why I wanted to know if there was something special about the number eight.
She wanted to know why the health spells she and Octavia had cast had not worked; they were both afraid I was either dying or turning into a vampire. I asked her to give me a couple of weeks before I told her everything, promising she'd be the first I would tell.
Sam, Octavia and Amelia all started to relax once I promised that I wasn't turning into one of the undead nor was I going to die any time soon {or so I prayed}. They were all very impressed with the care Bill was giving me so when he asked Sam not to come around so often Sam did not make too much of the request and mostly called from that point on to keep me up-to-date on all the latest gossip.
And the days kept passing peacefully; I tried not to wonder how long it all would last as I prayed with all my might that they would continue to be peaceful.
A couple of times I woke to find Bill with his head resting on my belly, I wondered if he was trying to hear something with his vampire hearing. He always told me he could hear faint swooshes like static beating, but the sounds would disappear as fast as he'd heard them. We doubted that it was the baby as Dr. Andrews told us it was too early for that.
At first when we made love Bill would be so careful that it drove me crazy, rarely wanting to drink from me; finally I told him I wouldn't break and had to take matters into my own hand, fucking him hard and biting him instead. When I felt the first trickle of his blood in my mouth, I felt an arousal and need for him I'd never felt before; it made me wild for him and it turned him on immensely too.
He finally bit me and we exploded into each other and as I licked the drying blood off his neck, something took over me and I bit down again, sucking with all my might. At first Bill became aroused as I sucked in his sweet life giving blood that was until he started to feel light headed and became paler than normal.
He growled in pain trying to push me off him but I wouldn't let go, finally he had to bite me again without being gentle, the pain it caused bringing me back to myself. Bill said my nose was flaring, I was growling and my eyes were as dark as a vampire's.
We called Dr. Andrews right away. He advised Bill not to sleep next to me during the day for his own safety.
We hadn't slept apart since he'd returned from Italy (and found out I was pregnant) and though I cried, pouted and complained, I'd scared Bill enough for him to heed the doctor's warning; at least until we were sure why my reaction had been so intense. More intense than what it should have been under normal circumstances (according to Dr. Andrews).
Bill said that at that moment I was a true vampire (minus the fangs) caught in blood lust.
Dr. Andrew's drew up more tests and we found out that our very special baby had fooled us again; he was actually a lot older than what we originally thought.
We calculated that I became pregnant the very night Niall had given us the special blessing; the conception being the result of Bill's dizziness and our fizzy blood.
I was almost twelfth weeks into the pregnancy and Dr. Andrews advised we should continue to sleep apart and abstain from sex until week fifteen or after.
We both thought Dr. Andrews was crazy… we almost went insane abstaining from sex before we got married and now he wanted us to abstain again, ha… OK, I almost went insane but you know what I mean.
After much discussion and me crying, we decided that this would be a good time for Bill to return to Europe to finish his work for the Italian Kingdom; Bill would return by week fifteen, the safe point of the pregnancy. The only issue being who would stay with me, Claude got volunteered by Niall and he wasn't happy about it so I moved into his house instead.
I spoke to Bill three or four times a day. My geeky husband even set up a video link so that we could see each other when we spoke and I could show him the baby bump that was slowly taking over my stomach. Bill swore my boobs had gotten bigger but I told him he needed glasses as I didn't notice any change in them; but he was probably right.
When I entered the fourteenth week I swore I felt love flowing from within me, and freaked out and called Bill. He wanted to fly through the screen to get to me and we wondered if this was what Claudine had said she'd gifted us; I thought I'd felt it again but it was just plain hunger pangs. We were both a little disappointed but happy it hadn't happened while Bill was so far away.
Bill came back exactly on the fifteenth week, he flew out during the day ensuring he'd be in Bon Temps by nightfall. I felt him the moment his coffin landed, I remembered similar feelings from the bond I had with Eric; but this was much more intense. It was like a tingling tickle that shifted directions making me turn to try to find where it was coming; from north, south, east or west.
When the tingling got stronger I ran out of the Claude's house before I had even heard Bill's car; in all of my excitement I unconsciously called out to him.
"Where are you?" We've missed you, I love you come home already," I thought to myself.
"I'm coming, I love you, I've missed you too," I heard in my head.
"Oh God I must be going crazy, now I'm hearing his voice in my head," I thought surprised.
"Sweetheart, I heard you. You're not going crazy." Bill sent back surprised as well but laughing nonetheless.
"Bill? Bill Compton why are you in my head?"
"Well, Mrs. Sookie Compton, I think this is what Claudine meant. I'm turning onto Edison Lane now; I shall be there in a moment."
Something moved inside me, but I wasn't hungry, "Bill hurry up I think the baby is moving." I sent excited.
"I see you. Sookie get back up on the curb!" He sent, parking the car and flying to me in a flash.
I jumped into his arms and he spun me around kissing me, he set me down and kissed our little bump, lifting my shirt to place his hand over it, smiling as the baby moved again when I said "daddy's home."
We got my bag and left Claude's; Bill drove back home at half the speed of light. He carried me into the house and set me down on the couch kneeling in front of me. I opened my shirt to give him the full effect of the bump; I was already used to the baby hiding when others could see it, its true size only showing when I was alone.
I felt the baby stretch to his true size and watched as the bump grew, Bill's eyes widened in amazement; the bump went from a small little ball to basketball sized. Bill let out a hearty guttural laugh kissing down his son's home, I felt a flash of love from inside again and this time Bill felt it too.
"I told you he could do that, see it wasn't hunger after all. Do it again, kiss him again, let's see if he does it again." Bill did it again but this time he had also kissed my breasts, sending lust through the both of us; the baby sending love back.
"I love you," I said pulling Bill to my mouth.
"I love you too and I've missed you both so very much, I was going insane without you." He said into my mouth as we continued kissing.
"You're going to have to drink me dry because I am not leaving you again," he said as he undressed me.
"These certainly are the most beautiful breasts in the world," he took my right nipple in his mouth sucking gently while caressing my left breast. "Oh God I've missed you, I've missed this," I thought. "I've missed you too, I've missed your taste, but we have to be careful," Bill sent back.
"We will be honey but for now can you just fuck me hard and long," I said. My crass remark sent him over the edge of sanity; he growled and tore off my shirt and skirt. In the middle of it all, I got nervous as Bill drank from me, my own craving for his blood scaring me to death.
Would I drain him dry, could I drink him dry as I almost did the last time?
Bill felt my fear and bit down on his wrist placing it just above my mouth to let his blood drip in. Each drop I tasted was delicious and I pulled him to me, groaning as I sucked; each pull stroking our deep arousal and need for each other.
We went from the couch to the tub and back to the bed before we met our second climax and collapsed onto the bed.
The moment we were finished the little one started to move again and Bill's vampire hearing picked up a little (faint) heartbeat; he said next to my voice it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.