Hey babes! Here's chapter nine! Thank you so much for the love in the reviews it's so beyond awesome I can't even tell you! Keep it up I love it! :DSo, uh, how do we feel about drunk! Sookie? *giggles*
SPOV:
"Was Eric rude?" I asked getting into the car.
"Is Eric ever anything else?" He smirked.
"I'm so sorry. I really don't know what his problem is."
"I'm his problem. I'm moving in on his territory and he doesn't like it."
"Territory? How… caveman of you both." I raised my brow.
"No, I don't mean you're the—I mean it's …"
"A guy thing?" I used Eric's words.
"Yes, exactly. It's a guy thing."
"But I'm not Eric's, I'm my own."
"We know that and still... he's protective over you. That's all."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, protective? Hardly. He and I … it's so messed up. We hardly ever get along, we're constantly arguing and driving each other nuts. I definitely don't think Eric would care who or what I dated as long as it didn't disturb his work schedule."
"Doesn't seem that way to me." He shrugged.
"Trust me, it's nothing like that at all. We're barely friends and honestly if this hadn't happened, I doubt I'd ever have seen him again in my life. He and I are just complete opposites." I laughed, then realized I'd spent the first ten minutes of my first date in almost two years, talking about another guy.
Good move Sookie.
"I'm sorry. Enough about him, how are you? How is work?"
We small talked our way to the restaurant and I cringed when I saw where he'd chosen.
Andre's didn't have the best reputation among bars and restaurants in the area. In fact, in the last year his business had gone to hell.
I smiled though, gritted my teeth and wondered if I could get away with ordering just salad and water.
The restaurant was a disaster. It wasn't ready number one, it was practically empty number two and there was a weird smell coming from the kitchen.
I ordered a large glass of wine. I had a feeling I'd need it if I was going to eat here. Sam ordered a beer.
"So, you work in the restaurant business right?" He asked.
"I do. Well, I manage The Crown."
He smiled. "I like it there; the food is amazing, and it's a beautiful place."
"Thanks, we do our best."
Unlike Andre's. I gulped my wine.
By the time the appetizer arrived, I was midway through my second giant glass of wine. I needed to slow down. But Sam liked to talk so I let him, and well, I sipped and sipped a little too much.
He'd told me all about his family—how his parents lived in Texas now, but he was born and raised here and loved it. He went to medical school at Johns Hopkins, but he always wanted to own his own practice back home.
I can't say I blamed him. I loved to travel, and I loved the idea of living elsewhere, but home was home no matter what. He was sweet and funny in a very understated way. He had a dry humor that I found attractive. He had these beautiful eyes that sold his kindness right away; his salt and pepper hair making him seem a lot older than his late thirties.
I picked at my appetizer, as did he before he burst out laughing.
"Sookie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea this place was so … well … shitty." He frowned at his food.
I smiled.
"Yeah, it's pretty awful. I wanted to say something but I didn't want to hurt your feelings, since you went to the trouble of …"
"You want to get out of here?"
I sighed, thankful that I might not die of food poisoning after all.
"Yes please!" I finished off my wine, and much to my surprise I found myself a little wonky. Damn those giant glasses. One glass equals two normal sized ones, so essentially I've had a bottle of wine.
Oops.
"I'm so sorry this turned out to be such a disaster, Sookie."
"Oh, don't worry about it. It's been awhile since I've had a first date, and I'd like to not have died on it." I giggled. "Besides, I'm still starving, so let's hit my place."
I gave him the directions to the restaurant, making my way in the side entrance and into the kitchen. I wobbled in on my high heels.
"Lafayette!" I called as Sam and I entered the kitchen.
"Sookie, look at you all fancied up. What's the occasion?" He asked, spatula in hand.
"Date. Laf, this is Sam. Sam, this is Lafayette." Lafayette's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What he was so confused about, I'd never know.
"Sam. So, you're the new guy then?"
Sam smiled. "Well, I certainly hope so. The date has been a bit of a disaster though, so this one might not want to call me tomorrow."
"Oh psh, what's life without a little unplanned grossness." I giggled.
"Sookie Stackhouse, are you drunk?" Lafayette asked as I poured myself a glass of the house red.
"Me? No, of course not! Sam, would you like a glass of wine?"
"I shouldn't I'm driving."
"Oh." I said in between sips. "Lafayette, honey could you feed Sam and me?"
"Sure thang. What you lookin' for?"
"Sam?"
"Whatever you've got. I don't mind!"
"Try his steak, it's awesome."
Sam nodded.
"And you, Miss Sookie?"
"Erm, I'll have chicken and stuffing with the potatoes please."
"Gravy?"
"Like you have to ask."
I took Sam to the table in the kitchen where I proceeded to snack on the sliced cherries for the cakes.
"So, you've worked here awhile?"
"Well, just over four years now I guess. I used to live in Bon Temps with my Gran, so I used to come and go from there."
"That's quite a drive."
I nodded.
"Yeah, I didn't mind it but my Gran knew all the driving was killing me, so she insisted I get a place closer to work—which I did. But, I still called to check on her every few days, and brought her to stay with me. She loved it in town."
"Is she no longer with us?"
I shook my head no.
"She died about a year and a half ago."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
I smiled trying not to remember how it felt to find her on the kitchen floor, the heart attack that took her from me, and how it felt to bury her.
"So Sam, have you ever been married?"
He blushed. "Oh no, I've never been lucky enough, but I hope to, one day. I'd love to have a family too."
I cringed.
"Oh Sookie, this is going so badly. Here I am on a first date talking about kids and marriage. Way to scare a woman off."
"Hey, I was the one that brought it up."
"No, I'm such a klutz I swear. With work I don't really get a chance to date all that much. I mean, I was seeing my ex for almost four years but after her I just sort of … gave up? If that makes sense."
I sipped my wine.
"Of course it does. It's not easy being with someone for so long and having it go tits up."
Did I just say tits? Oh God, Sookie stop drinking.
I heard my cell buzzing from inside my purse.
Eric calling.
Shit, was Jessica okay?
"Hello?"
"Sookie? Hi, it's Eric."
"Yeah the phone told me, it's very smart." I giggled.
"Listen, you have to come home."
"Why? Oh God, is Jessica sick?"
Sam's face changed; he looked concerned.
"No, she's fine... but the social worker woman is here. She's making a surprise check-up on us and I figured you'd want to be here."
Shit, shit.
"Oh God, of course, we'll be right there."
"Sam we have to go. Lafayette, cancel those dinners honey."
Lafayette looked up from what he was doing with a not too happy look on his face.
"Why? What's up?" Sam asked.
"Emergency. I'll explain later."
Sam and I hightailed it to Hadley's place and I tried to pull myself together on the way there.
"Sam, I'm so sorry about this. It's just one thing after another tonight it seems."
He laughed. "Yeah, the universe really isn't in our favor tonight, huh? Maybe we could try it again some time though?"
"I'd like that. Really. No Andre's though." I fake scowled.
"I promise."
It didn't feel like the right moment to kiss him, no matter how doe eyed he looked at me. I had a social worker to deal with.
I got out of the car on wobbly legs. The air hit me hard and I felt light-headed. I tried to get the key in the door, but it somehow kept moving.
Damn.
One second I was trying to get the key in the lock, the next I was face-to-face with Eric.
I walked into the hall quietly and properly, or so I thought.
"Sookie?"
"Hmm?"
"Are … Are you drunk?" He whispered.
"Psh, no!"
Maybe I was a little bit.
"No! I am not, thank you very much." I slapped him on the chest. Man that was hard.
"You are SO, so tall."
He rolled his eyes at me, ushering me by the arm into the living room.
"Sookie you're drunk and there is a social worker in the kitchen. She's in charge, remember? She decides if we're good enough parents for Jessica."
I gasped.
"Oh my God, Eric. There is a social worker here who decides if we keep Jessica! And I'm drunk! Oh, God."
He nodded.
"Okay lightweight, go upstairs, change and splash some … a lot of water on your face. I have a bottle of water by my nightstand. Go get it and drink it. Then come back down. She's almost ready to leave, everything seems to be fine and to her standard, but she really wanted to see you. And she cannot see you tanked."
I nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, just go do that and come back, okay?"
I nodded and wobbled my way up the stairs.
Evil wine!
EPOV:
"Megan?"
"Hi, I hope this isn't a bad time?"
She smiled. She had various folders and sheets of paper in her arms.
"Oh, sure, no yeah no... it's fine. Come in please."
I panicked. What the hell was she doing here? Why wasn't Sookie here? Oh my God.
"Come in please, uh would you like a cup of coffee, tea?"
Bourbon?
"Thanks, tea would be lovely. I know this is a surprise but it was explained that the visits could happen at any time, right?"
"Oh sure, I just wasn't expecting you, so I guess that's the surprise."
Awkward.
"Yep, that would be it."
We walked into the kitchen where she put her folders down on the island as I filled the kettle with water.
"So, where is little Jessica?" She asked pulling out her pen.
"She's asleep; she's in her playpen actually, we were watching TV before you called so I just put her in there. I mean, she doesn't usually sleep in there, she has a crib and it has blankets and everything." I rambled. Shit I was so scared.
"Okay."
"No really, I mean, she naps there sometimes but it's comfy and spongy with baby things … it's totally safe."
She smiled. "Eric, chill out okay? It's fine."
I exhaled.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just nervous."
"Have you something to be nervous about?" She raised her brows at me.
"No, but you have to admit you and that badge kind of intimidate."
She smiled, all intimations melting away. "I know, usually it's necessary. Some of the homes I visit… Well, they're not great."
"Do you want a tour of the house? Just to make sure?"
"I know the neighbourhood, this is a stunning house, but yes there are a few things I'll need to see. Jessica's room for example. I can see the kitchen isn't child proofed though, is that something you'll be working on?" She encouraged.
"Oh, yes, sure. I … she can't walk yet so we haven't really thought about that."
"True, but babies have a way of getting into everything. So things like socket guards, fridge locks, drawer locks, they're all necessary, sooner than you might think."
"I'll keep that in mind." I promised and she took note.
I made her the tea and she asked me some pretty simple questions. How was Jessica eating, sleeping, how was her temperament, what she liked, what she didn't like, and I was surprised I was actually pretty knowledgeable on all subjects.
Weird.
"She's a little fussy for Sookie sometimes. I don't really know why that is. Sookie, she's been great. Just don't tell her I said that." I smiled.
"How are you two getting along now? When we first me there seemed to have been some tension between the two of you."
Ah, yes that.
"Oh, well, you know it's not exactly been easy. But we are trying. We've butted heads more time that I can count, but really when it comes down to Jessica we actually agree on how we do things."
"I see." She noted. "And is Sookie around?"
Shit.
"No she's gone out. I mean, usually she's here, she's always here at night, since nights are her time."
"And you do the days?"
"Yep, since I don't have to work until at least six p.m. and Sookie gets home around five, it makes more sense since she can work day hours and there's always someone home with Jessica."
She nodded. "That's really great, that you are both taking the bonding seriously. This is a very crucial time, and it's important that Jessica be around the both of you as much as possible. She's probably not feeling very stable right now."
"None of us are." I joked.
"True, but you said she's taken to you well?"
"Weirdly well. I think really she just likes the view that my height can give her."
Well that and the cookies.
"And Sookie?"
"She's great with her during the day. I know she's had some problems at night, with sleeping and what not. The kid likes my chest; it's her favourite nap spot."
"I'll bet."
Her eyes widened as if she just realized what she said.
I had to laugh.
"Sorry. I uh … Sorry."
"It's fine. I would say the same but me complimenting you on your chest wouldn't sound as cute."
She burst out laughing. "Right. Inappropriate."
"Extremely."
She blushed and I found it incredibly cute. I guess my flirting powers were still working, I just hadn't had a chance to activate them in awhile.
A month with no sexual contact whatsoever? That was a long ass time for me.
Not that I was thinking of our social worker in a sexual way because that would have been wrong. No matter if she was cute and sweet or not. She had the power to fuck us up and if I fucked her, chances are she'd retaliate. Not good. Sookie would kick my ass.
Speaking of Sookie. I tried my best to text her under the island, so that Meg wouldn't see. But that didn't work.
"Would you excuse me? I'm just going to put Jessica up in her room so she stays asleep. I'll be right back." She nodded and kept writing on her forms. I scooped the baby up as gently as I could, and she continued to snore. Yes, snore. I had no idea babies snored. It was funny, she sounded like a little car engine.
After I had her safely in her crib I took my chance to call Sookie. Not really caring that I was knocking off her date with Doctor Love. This was far more serious.
She answered the phone and she was a little hyper. She'd either had coffee or something, but it seemed too early for dinner to have ended. She promised she'd be on her way, so I decided to relax. If anyone could say all the right things to people who made the decisions on kids, it was Sookie. She was so straight laced. I, on the other hand, could handle business people, drunks, and Pam when she had PMS. But the idea of trying to make a good impression on the woman who held the power over that little baby? I'll be honest. It scared the shit out of me.
No. Sookie could fix it.
Except Sookie couldn't fix it, because Sookie stumbled into the hallway, drunk.
Awesome.
She insisted she wasn't but I owned a bar. I'd seen my share of drunk women pretending to be sober before. And she... was... drunk.
Fuck!
I sent her upstairs to freshen up when her big blue eyes and her very shocked drunk self realized that she was, in fact, drunk. I had a feeling that drunk! Sookie was a fun Sookie, however, now was so not the time to find that out. I needed stick-up-her-ass Sookie to give me the proper things to say that meant Jessica got to stay in her home with us. Instead, I got hyper-silly Sookie.
Not good right now.
SPOV:
Eric was tall. I mean, I knew this; I'd seen him before, but suddenly he seemed even taller. I was freaking out as he told me and then I realized that I was in fact, drunk. Those damn glasses were so deceptive! Giant glassware was now my enemy! I took the stairs slowly, cursing whoever built the damn house because, really, were so many steps necessary?
I made it into the bathroom, and did as I was told. I splashed some water on my face, sprayed some perfume, and washed my hands. Then I went into Eric's room and devoured the liter bottle of water sitting by his big comfy looking bed. Eric was weirdly neat for a guy. I mean, his apartment was in kind of a tizzy when we stopped by that one time, but in living with him, I saw that he was actually very neat. Much neater than I was, and he was considerate, he even put the toilet seat down and everything.
He also didn't get mad at me in my drunken state, which I have to admit, had things been reversed I'd have been seriously pissed. He just seemed to have much more patience than I did. Maybe that's why Jessica liked him better than she liked me? Or maybe I just wasn't cut out to be anyone's mother—fake stand-in mom or not.
I hated thinking like that, but with my problem that Bill kindly kept bringing up, and the fact that Jessica seemed to revolt against me as soon as the sun went down, I was feeling a little useless. I heard Eric and Megan shuffling through the halls towards what I assumed was Jessica's bedroom. I stayed out of sight until I heard them laughing on their way down stairs again. As I tried to push those negative thoughts out of my head as I tiptoed back to my room before I slipped into the first items of clothes I could find—shorts and a t-shirt, adding flip flops for no reason other than to have shoes on—before I made my way to the kitchen.
When I got there I was greeted by the sound of a woman laughing. And then I saw it—Eric was leaning over the table smiling at the mystery laugher, a big genuine smile that I had rarely seen, and she was lapping it up, giggling.
"Hi."
"Oh, Sookie. Hi! Nice to see you again." She stood up.
"Meg, right?"
"Yep that's right. How are you feeling? Eric tells me you aren't feeling quite yourself tonight."
I looked at him and from behind her back he just nodded at me. I guess in a way he was right, I wasn't feeling myself tonight.
"Uhh no I uh, well…"
"What's she's trying to say, Meg is that she's feeling really flu bound. That's why she was seeing her doctor friend tonight, right Sook? He gave you the flu meds; it's why you're a little uneasy on your feet right now?"
I might have swayed from side-to-side. Or that just might have been the kitchen.
"Yep!" I smiled. "I was seeing a doctor. And then there were meds and that's why I am how I am 'cause you know I'm not usually like this. I'm sure Eric's told you all about me."
"He has actually." She smiled and nodded, friendly despite her clipboard of death.
"None of it's true." I stated trying to take a seat on the high stool in front of a standing and bug eyed Eric.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm not really always a total bitch or at least I try not to be. I mean, I know I give him a hard time sometimes but that's just because I'm scared, you know? And he's the only one here for me to take it out on and sometimes it's just all a little too much. And he loves Jess, you know? I mean, he pretends that he's Mr. Cool and doesn't give a shit about anyone, but he does—he totally does—and it's a little bit adorable. In fact, I'm pretty sure she likes him better than she likes me. I mean, it's really that the view is better from where she is with him, cause you know he's so, SO tall. He's tall isn't he? Like, freakishly so." I mused after my long rant.
"Uh Sook." Eric tried to interject.
"No Eric, really it's fine. She needs to know. I do try my best you know, but sometimes I'm convinced that like … I don't know. It's all very overwhelming and we're doing our best, and we love that little girl even if we don't love each other, and we'd never do anything to hurt her, I swear."
Meg was clearly uncomfortable, shifting in her seat.
Eric spoke up.
"It's the meds, usually she's not so…"
"Blunt?" She finished for him.
"Right."
"Yah." I added sipping the water that Eric handed me. "Normally the rude blunt one is Eric, but that's mostly to guys, who are—as I was told tonight—moving in on his territory." I giggled. "It's funny. It's like he's a lion or something. Isn't that funny?" I snorted.
I almost swayed off the chair but Eric caught me just before she looked up from her papers.
"So Sookie, how … uh, other than the overwhelming feeling, what are your thoughts on motherhood so far?"
"I'm not really her mom, Hadley was her mom, I'm just a substitute. But I love her, and I hope one day she'll understand all this and know that I love her and she might love me back."
Eric looked at me, with what I assumed was concern written all over his pretty face.
He really was just so pretty. I wanted to pet him. Heh.
"I see. But you like having Jessica with you, right?"
"Of course, I mean, it's scary and I'm freaking out like eighty percent of the time, but I—we—do our best and that's all anyone can ask for, right?"
She nodded.
"And how are you and Eric getting along?"
I rolled my eyes. "Depends on the day, I guess. We're like an old married couple." I giggled.
"How so?" She asked me.
"Well..." I laughed at them both as Eric all but held me up on the chair. "We argue about the most stupid things, we share a house but barely see each other, we sleep in separate rooms, and have sex with other people." I laughed out loud maybe a little too hard. Eric smirked and Meg giggled.
"So you two haven't started … anything…"
"God no, are you kidding?" I yelled. "He and I … no, we would not mesh well at all. No we're… just not like that. Right, Eric?"
He hesitated, and both Meg and I totally noticed.
"Uh, yeah... no that's, that's right. It would be… a disaster."
"Good." Meg said.
"Why is that good?" Eric asked.
"Well, as I said when we all first met, this situation is so… unique. It's rare, two single people with a … how should I put it? Uh, personality clash, being signed over a baby girl. It's complicated as it is, and adding casual sex would only complicate it even more."
"So, us dating or sexing up anyone else, that's totally fine by CPS?" I furrowed my brows, and Eric held onto me again to stop me from swaying off the chair.
"No, we're not condoning that you just throw out the rules and have random strangers roaming your home. That would in no way be a safe environment for a child—but you're both adults, both of sound mind and good heart from what I can tell—and I'm sure you'll know when lines are being crossed."
We both nodded. Well, I might have swayed.
"Right, well... I've seen all I need to see for now. Thank you so much both of you for being so open and honest about everything, it's appreciated. And thanks for the tea, Eric." She smiled at him. Oh... someone was smitten.
Megan and Eric sittin' in a tree.
I moved to get up to show Megan out when Eric put his hand on my shoulder.
"I can show Meg out, Sookie, it's fine."
"Noo, I don't want to be rude." I shrugged his hand off and hopped off the stool—kind of forgetting how high up I was—landing with a bang on the kitchen floor.
"I'M GOOD! I'M OKAY." I stood up. "See."
They looked at each other and Eric shrugged.
Eric and I both walked Meg to the door with a promise to call her if we needed anything or felt overwhelmed, and that she'd be coming out again unannounced. Awesome, right? Now I was walking on eggshells.
When he closed the door he looked at me, shaking his head.
"How much have you had to drink, Sookie? You weren't even gone that long."
"It's not my fault that they have giant glasses now, okay? More wine fits in there so more wine fits in me!"
"You're so drunk, though I don't think she realized it was drink drunk and not like, sick-meds-drunk. You want coffee?"
"Noope. I want wine." I smiled.
"You can't have wine."
"Why not?" I pouted, following him into the kitchen.
"Because you have Jessica tomorrow, and because I'm moving my shit from my apartment and won't be around and because … I don't know, you're going to wake up with a hangover and that's never fun."
Right, he was getting the last of his things picked up.
"But I want wine. I can have it if I want because you're not the boss of me!" I pouted and yes I realize, sounded like a brat.
"Uhh huh."
He poured me a small glass—a small normal size glass—of white wine that was in the fridge from the wake.
"Nooo." I whined. "Aren't you going to have one too?"
"Sookie…"
"Just one..." I held up one finger as if to make my point.
He relented and poured himself a glass, taking a seat opposite me at the kitchen island. We both sipped in silence for a few minutes. He just looked at me, in a way that I never remembered being looked at before. It was almost as if he saw through my whole being.
"Thank you." I said.
"For what?
"For that. For not selling me out as a drunken fool to Megan."
He shook his head. "Why would I do that? You're entitled to a little fun, just like everyone else. Just because she shows up on your date night doesn't mean you can't have fun."
"But I drank too much. I'm a lightweight."
"I see that." He laughed.
"Wine is nice, it's not my fault."
"Sure."
"But still, I owe you for that. I mean, had you walked in drunk I can't say I'd have been as calm."
"Ah but that's because you're highly strung."
"I am not!"
"Yeah you are, you totally are. With the lists and the schedule and Doctor Boring. It's all very organized."
"Meaning what?
He leaned over to me, a little too close for comfort. God, he smelled good.
"Just that… nice girls are meant to grow up, date and marry nice guys and nice guy doctors are even better right? But that's not what you really want."
"And you know what I want, do you?"
"Maybe I do." He smirked.
"And what would that be?" Was it me or was the kitchen spinning?
"You want someone who excites you, someone who quickens your pulse, someone who you can't stop thinking about when your not with them, someone who makes you feel safe, happy. But someone who can bring out the fun Sookie I know is buried in there somewhere. And something tells me that is not Doctor Boring."
"How do you know she's in here?" I rolled my eyes at his last comment, choosing to ignore it.
"Well, scared Sookie wasn't the one flashing truckers, or getting that tattoo you think I can't see..." I blushed. "... or tee-peeing your math teacher's house after he failed you."
I gasped. "Who told you that?"
He grinned "Amelia."
"That whore." I was so annoyed at her. "And by the way you can't see my tattoo, so kindly shush."
"Sure, it is in a rather concealed place, but Stackhouse, those bikinis you wear don't exactly leave much to the imagination."
"You been using your imagination then?" I hopped off the chair, this time without landing on my face, to leave my glass in the sink.
He just smirked.
"Oh, I bet you have. Too bad, Eric because your imagination is the only time you'll see that tattoo. Sorry."
He slipped off the stool and walked towards me, backing me into the sink.
"Is that right?"
God, I hated when he looked at me like that; that look, that stupid sexy look that made me want to jump him and hold on for dear life.
"Yep." I croaked as he got closer.
"You sure. You won't even give me … a little hint?" He looked at my lips as he licked his own, and God help me it felt like the air was sucked out of the room. Stupid quickening pulse, stupid tingles.
"Nope."
"Not even a peek?"
I scoffed. "Trust that is one place a 'peek' won't be happening. Ever."
He nodded.
"Okay fine." He snapped out of his sexy stare vibe and was back to being the other Eric I knew and loathed… kind of.
"Fine?" I calmed my breathing without catching his attention.
"Yep, fine. Listen are you around on Sunday night?"
"Yeah, I finish work at six." Usually I worked all weekend, before Jessica, but since I got Saturdays off, I got Sunday nights off too. It was sweet.
"Cool, I have a date so…"
Oh.
"A date?"
"Mmm hmm. You know one of those things you tried to go on tonight. One of those." He looked cocky. God, he was annoying. And seriously when would the kitchen stop moving?
"That's fine. Fine, just fine."
"So it's fine then?" He laughed at me.
"Yep. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed." I took off, sadly in the direction of the den.
"Sookie? Bedrooms are the other way." He yelled to me.
"Thank you I know that I was just … just…" I walked out to the sound of his giggling at me.
Asshole.
Light was evil, sound was evil, those damn giant glasses of wine were evil. Eric was evil too. He jinxed me with his hangover talk, and what do you know? I felt like hell ran over—twice. Thankfully, I had my Saturday off and wanted nothing more than to sleep.
Of course, that couldn't happen. Not where Eric and Jessica were concerned. They were watching some stupid singing kids show in his room, loudly, while Eric decided to sing along—out of tune, and again, fucking loudly.
I wandered into his room to find her on one of his chairs, and him on the other. He had a big bowl of mushed Rice Crispies that he was feeding her in between singing songs.
"Mornin'!"
"What is this?" I pointed and looked for the remote.
"Barney. I don't know. It's annoying as hell but she likes it, and she laughs when I sing."
"That's because you sing badly."
"Excuse me, Carrie Underwood. Or should that be Amy Winehouse … Did you see what I did there?"
I glared at him, turning down the volume.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror, oh Christ. Bed hair was of epic proportions.
"Fine, I'm going to take a shower."
"Aunt Sookie is a wino. Can you say wino?" He coo'd at the baby.
"ERIC!"
He just laughed at me.
I showered off my hangover and thankfully Eric had made some kind of breakfast. I microwaved the bacon and sausage and made a messy sandwich with ketchup.
"That's gross." He commented walking Jessica into the kitchen on his feet. It was too cute a sight, no matter how horrible I felt.
"Nomp." I said with a mouthful. "It's awesome."
"You want to take a drive into town with Jessica and me?" He asked letting her crawl on the floor before grabbing a water from the fridge.
"Why?"
"Well, we could get some groceries, and then I have to get a new shirt for my date tomorrow night, so I might stop by my place and get the last of my things."
"You've been to the grocery story twice in the last week. What did you buy, air?"
He blushed. "I… well, I wasn't sure what to get."
That would explain the nutella and excessive amounts of biscuits, no meat, and lots of microwave meals.
"Right, sure okay."
"Cool, and you're still okay with Sunday?"
"Yep. Nights are my thing so it doesn't matter anyway. Will … uh will you and your date be coming back here?" I tried to add as casually as I could while I poured my coffee.
"Maybe, probably. That's … okay, isn't it?"
I looked at him and faked a smile as best I could. "Sure of course, why wouldn't it be?"
"Okay, well, cool. I'll meet you in the car in ten, roomie." He smiled.
Roommate, right because that's all we could ever be.
Of course.
A/N2: Me again, how did we like that? Let me know! :D I'll have the link up on what this little world looks like in the profile shortly! Thank you for reading honey buns!