EPOV:

The night of Sookie's birthday was one of little sleep for me. I'd laid awake just running that kiss over and over in my head, wondering what every little response from her meant, wondering why she was so against the idea of us. Of course my pigheadedness and bruised ego had taken over right after her not so subtle suggestion that the kiss meant nothing—I kissed her friend?

What the hell was I thinking?

I mean, I'm pretty sure Pam was telling me the truth that Amelia was in fact playing for the other team, and it was the reason I'd picked her. I couldn't kiss Sookie again, not in front of her friends, not when there was so much tension and unsaid woes between us. Kissing Tara would have made it awkward, and Lafayette just wasn't my type. Of course, she and I avoided each other like the plague the next day. She collected Jessica—insisting even with her massive hangover she was fine. She went to the park with Sam and Jessica, and I felt more left out than I'd ever felt before. It was to become an on-going theme when Sam was around, and it made me hate him even more than before. True to her word, Sookie never brought him around the house for their dates. But, he'd pick her up, drop her off, and send flowers and candy and a whole mass of cheesy shit that was so 1990. I focused on work; I focused on Jessica; I tried not to focus on Sookie, as hard as it was.

I know to the outside world she seemed to be a bit of a bitch, but she really wasn't. I mean, she could be when she wanted to be—let's face it, we all could be—but she had this innate vulnerability behind her eyes that would quickly be followed up by a steel strength and determination. It reminded me a lot of myself at times. I'd told her I was dating again. Of course, she tried to act casual for a response, but like me, her eyes gave her away. I saw a smidgen of disappointment in them before she wished me luck and hoped I'd find someone that would, "make you happy". It's what she said, and I totally believed her, though when I'd asked her if Sam made her happy her eyes told me the truth while her mouth lied. I'd lied to her too. I hadn't intended to, mainly because I suck at lying (it's the damn eyes again) but I had intended to date. In fact, I had intended to fuck every woman that would have me in the hopes of fucking my feelings for Sookie, out of my system.

It didn't work.

The week after her birthday I'd decided that I'd call up an old flame. Lindsay and I had hooked up the previous summer—it had been a weirdly wonderful so-called 'relationship'. She ran the City library and had that whole sexy-naughty-but-nice librarian thing going on, complete with the glasses and the fuck me heels.

The previous summer had been one of little talking—she was big on that. I guess it was a leftover quirk of working in silence all day? I didn't know, all I knew was that she went down on me between the business section and the autobiography section of the library after hours and it had been one of the top three blowjobs of my life. So when I called her and she agreed to meet me I'd put my game face on and was up for it.

We met, and had a few drinks. She told me the library was expanding, business was improving, and she'd been thinking about fucking me on the stacks of books by her desk for months after we agreed to break-up. It was an interesting kink of hers—that and a little light bondage.

We'd met up at the hotel and everything about it felt seedy, but I went anyway because I had a bruised ego and serious case of blue balls. It wasn't until we'd gotten into things I realized how much of a pussy I'd become. I wanted to fuck her; I needed to fuck her; to use her—as crass as it sounds—to rid myself of whatever glitch of emotions being stuck in that house with Sookie had provided me.

Except I couldn't.

She'd even commented that my 'head wasn't in the game,' even as she used that amazing mouth on me, nothing happened.

I hadn't got laid in months, and nothing was happening. I was broken in more ways than one.

So after that, I understandably felt a little useless.

Then it happened, the one thing that brought me out of my funk, that amazing little girl I got to call my own.

It had been an ordinary Tuesday. Sookie had gone to work, leaving Jessica washed and dressed and chillin' in her crib. Of course now she was standing up and walking around it holding on, but she was happily spouting gibberish to herself before I entered her room. She was going to be tall. Her limbs had stretched out and her little blonde hair had grown just past her ears; it was even starting to curl a little on the ends. She recognized me as I walked into the room. She was busy making 'broom broom' noises when I picked her up and she latched her little hands around my face said it. One word and it had my whole insides turning to mush.

I was her dada.

A chill ran through me when she said it, and just for the record, I made her say it like six times before I blinked away the stupid tears that had formed in my eyes. As beautiful as her little address was, all I could think about was Alcide, and how this should have been directed at him.

Sookie and I had successfully avoided each other for weeks. We'd practiced it almost like a dance. She'd leave for work before I'd be out of the shower, Jessica would always be reading and waiting happily. We'd hang out—do her baby things like eat and cover herself in her food, watch some kids programs and sing-a-long—though if anyone asked, I just watched and let her bop along by herself. What? They say in the baby books that interaction is very important. If that meant singing along to 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,' then so be it. By the time Sookie had come home, I'd be getting ready for work. I'd kiss Jessica goodbye—she was getting big on her cuddles too—and leave without having dinner. I'd refused to eat with her for almost a month, it was just too awkward. What would we make chit chat about? Her life with Sam? Work? Fake conversations didn't interest me, so I didn't have them. I wasn't about to start with Sookie.

By the middle of September, I had busied myself so much with work I was noticing less and less that Sookie was spending more nights with Sam than she was at "home." She wasn't neglectful of Jessica, not in the slightest. In fact, there were many nights I'd return from work to find them asleep on the couch together all snug and cuddling, and despite Sookie's obvious fear that Jessica was preferring me over her—since she refused to name her and all—it was clear to just about anyone the little girl adored her. But she, like everyone else, could probably sense Sookie's fear.

We'd switched schedule times for September because Sophie-Ann was holidaying in the south of France for a month, basically leaving Sookie in the shit. So, she did the days and I did the nights. It was all very amicable.

Jessica and I stopped by the office one day both Sookie and I were off. Tara had come over and they were going to rearrange her bedroom or some other excuse to gossip, I wasn't sure. I made myself scarce. Only, I wished I had called the office first because what I witnessed wasn't something I was ever expecting to see.

"PAM?"

"ERIC! Oh my GOD!" Amelia covered herself up, she was, for the lack of a better phrase 'spread eagle' on my fucking desk, with Pam between her legs.

"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me, Pam!" I put my free hand over Jessica's eyes. She was far to young to have seen that. In fact, I was far too young to have seen that.

"What? You're the only one who gets to sex the wait staff?" She smirked, rearranging herself slowly, not caring that Ames was sitting red-faced, attempting to do the same.

"Okay, that's it! Both of you, out of here, now! And Pam, order me a new desk before the end of the day."

"Grouchy. Just because you aren't getting laid, sweetie, don't throw stones at me. Hi, Jessica."

"Don't touch the baby. I don't know where those hands have been today…"

Amelia just cringed and chanted, "Oh, my God," into her hands.

I picked up my paperwork to take home. There was no way I could work at my desk now. Not when Pam was having an all-you-can-eat buffet on it for God knows how long.

"Da, Pam's byes now?" came Jessica's little comment. I had no idea but I guess since she saw her leave that was her version of "byes."

"Yeah, baby, Pam goes bye now."

"Ok." she sighed, sounding as if she had the weight of the world on her teeny tiny shoulders. I just laughed.

"Okay, let's go home. You want a cookie when we get home?"

"Cook-key?"

"Yep, a nice big one full of sugar to rile you up for Sookie." I smiled. "I think Uncle Dou-, Sam is coming over."

I stopped at the bakery on my way home. I picked up a dozen donuts and some cupcakes, one of which Jessica obliterated in the backseat of the car on the way back. She was covered in pink frosting that had even somehow managed to get up her nose. I still didn't know how that kid managed it sometimes. I hated that even cupcakes were tainted by Sookie and her evil.

Okay, so she wasn't evil, but there were times when I did question it. Even though I knew better and I knew I was just being a sulking little bitch for no reason. She rejected me, so what, right? I should just be a man and move the fuck on, right?

Well, yes. But it was one of those things that was much easier said than done, as my failed attempts had proven to me.

The kitchen and downstairs was empty, telling me that Tara and Sookie were, in fact, going to rearrange her room and probably gossip while doing so. What I didn't expect was to be proven right by having the evidence broadcasted into the kitchen via the forgotten baby monitor. It was on in Sookie's room because that's where Jessica had decided nap time should be that day. The other was on the kitchen counter next to the fridge.

I hadn't meant to listen in. It was wrong and intrusive and creepy, right? But yet, when one hears ones name mentioned, what is one to do?

"So... how are things between you and Eric now?" I heard Tara ask.

"Horrible. I mean, I'm pretty sure we're right back were we started. He hates me, Tara."

"That's not true."

"It is. I can't remember the last civilized conversation I had with him that didn't involve Jessica. He doesn't look at me—not directly; we don't talk; I barely see him, and when I do it's for minutes at a time and it's all so fucking awkward."

Well, I was glad we were both on the same page.

"All because of one kiss?"

Oh, so she knew about that? Not so surprising.

"One pretty epic kiss… But yeah, I mean it shouldn't have happened." She sighed.

"So then why did you do it?"

"Can't I just blame the cocktails?"

"Stackhouse?"

"Okay, fine. Because I let it happen; because I wanted it to."

"Uh-huh, and after? You just brush the poor guy off and jump into bed with Sam. That's cold."

"Thanks? And besides it wasn't like that at all!"

"You know it was. And so out of character for you too… what gives?"

"I was seeing Sam. I am seeing Sam," she corrected herself. "He's my boyfriend, not Eric!"

"And how's that going?"

I heard her sigh and throw what sounded like fabric—probably her sheets.

"Honestly? It's fine. It's nice."

"Nice?"

"Yes."

"That's so hot."

"Shut up!" She laughed. "He's great…"

"I'm sensing a but?"

"But… Sex… isn't everything, right?"

My ears perked up at that little turn in conversation as I carried Jessica into the den for cartoon time.

"Oh, oh. What is it?"

"It… well.. It kind of … it's not you know…"

"Out with it, Sookie."

"I haven't been able to have an orgasm with him."

I swear I damn near dropped the baby. Doctor Douche was bad in bed. I did what I always assumed was my Chandler Bing happy dance, with Jessica in one hand and the monitor in the other. She was one. She chewed her fists, she wouldn't judge me.

"Shit, for real?" Came Tara's reply.

"I mean the sex is nice… it's …"

"Bitch, please, NICE? Sookie, a manicure is nice, a day at the spa is nice, being fucked by your boyfriend isn't meant to be nice."

"Believe me, I've tried okay? It's just …"

"Teeny weenie?"

AHA! I so knew all that 'size doesn't matter' shit was lies. It so matters.

Of course, it was never an issue I had to worry about. Well, except that one time when the girl was a virgin and was so tight that… well anyway…

"What? No, he's perfectly … fine in that department. It's just… well, to be totally honest, I've been faking it…All the time."

"You bitch."

"I know! I mean, I know I should say something, but Tara, he's a good guy and he's sweet, okay? And I really do like him."

"But you don't love him."

"It's too soon for love." She dismissed

"Well, that's bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"What happened to the Sookie I used to know? The Sookie who took charge and tattooed her pussy just to piss her boyfriend off? The Sookie that flashed a trucker in high school just because we dared that she was too much of a prude to do it? The Sookie that kicked Quinn's cheating ass all around the Wal-Mart parking lot? Huh? The one that swore she'd never let a man bring her down? The one that believed in love at first sight and passion above all else?"

"That girl grew up."

"That girl got squashed," Tara countered.

"That girl… met Bill Compton." She sighed.

"True that. But Sookie, come on. You can't go on like this. He thinks he's epic in bed and here you are still not getting off. How is that fair?"

"It's not. And Tara, I swear to God I've never missed being fucked, like fucked, so much in my LIFE. Not to be a whore, but sometimes you just…"

"Want to be fucked through the floor boards?"

She sighed.

"God forgive me, but yes."

They both started to laugh at each other before I heard a shuffling.

"Hey, want some iced tea? I think we're about done here.

Shit, they were coming downstairs. I switched off the monitor and threw it in Jessica's play pen.

"Hey, Eric!" Tara said cheerfully "Where's Jess?"

"She's watching Elmo."

Sookie didn't speak she just went for the iced tea in the fridge.

"You want some?" She aimed at me.

"No. I'm good."

She sighed again. Maybe it was southern thing, but she seemed to hate when I refused food or drink from her.

"Fine."

"Fine."

I saw Tara roll her eyes as she made her way into the den.

"So Eric, is this how it's going to go? Forever? Are we going to just not speak for the rest of our lives? Is that how's it going to go?"

"Maybe."

"GOD! Will you stop with the one word answers! It's driving me nuts!"

"Sorry."

She glared.

"Look, this has gone on long enough don't you think?

"And what's that?"

"You know what! This! Us, acting like we're total strangers in the same damn house. Eric, it's killing me."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Eric!"

"What do you want from me, Sookie?" I snapped, my calm voice gone. "You don't want me? That's fine, I can deal with that shit, but you can't have me here as your crutch before running off to Sam for a relationship. You can't have it both ways. So you don't like how I'm acting? Well, tough."

"So that's it? Because you think I rejected you we can't even be friends?"

I scoffed. "We were never friends, don't kid yourself any more than you're already doing."

And yeah, like the typical guy I was, I walked out on her. I hated when my anger got the best of me. It didn't happen often, but when it did, I had a tendency to get very loud.

SPOV:

I'd tried everything, and I mean everything. Sex … with Sam just wasn't what I was expecting. I mean, his pre-show was all about getting me there, and it worked. He had moves. But his main show just wasn't good enough, I was sad to say. Telling Tara had been like a weight off my chest. I had tried to nudge him in the right direction of what I wanted, but he just didn't get it.

But sex wasn't everything, right? It used to be, but when I met Bill the sex was boring- at best- and I'd put up with it, hadn't I? Though I hated myself for putting up with the rest of Bill's bullshit. He was emotionally abusive and it had taken me months to even realize what he was doing. By then my self-confidence was so low I didn't dare break up with him. He'd told me time and time again I was 'broken' and he was the only one who would want me.

And I'd believed him, like an idiot.

The reason why I couldn't have kids—or why I'd been told it would be 'near impossible to conceive,' is the phrase they used—was because of an accident I'd had while pregnant when I was seventeen. I'd been headed to New Orleans when one of the tires blew out on our truck and we'd flipped over at the end of the highway. They'd told me it wasn't advisable, nor did they think it was possible, for me to get pregnant. So, from then on in, I'd just resigned myself to the fact that children were off the menu of life for me. It's why I avoided Hadley when she was pregnant. It's why I'd spent very little time with Jessica prior to the accident. I felt like shit for doing it now because maybe if I hadn't, maybe she and I would have been able to bond a little better? I'd never know.

All I knew was that I was sick of Eric's shit, and if he wanted to act like a child about our situation then that was his deal. Jessica and I went shopping with Tara to try, at the very least, to curb my shit-tastic mood.

I'd gone through four baby departments before Tara dragged me away. I'd gotten Jessica enough shit to last her until she turned two—hats, boots, baby flip-flops, even though she doesn't walk yet. She insisted I go lingerie shopping but honestly, what was the point? I'd wanted to put my sexual failures out of my mind for as long as possible.

"Fine, let's go to McDonald's then," I suggested when she said she was hungry. Truth was, I was starving too, and I was sure Jessica wouldn't say no to a little junk food.

"But I want coffee, Sookie, and not the McD's coffee. It sucks."

"Fine, there's a Starbucks across from the restaurant. Just come on."

We'd walked past the Starbucks, Tara promising once she set her order inside she'd pop across and get her fix.

By the time Jess and I were seated, she'd come back with her venti cup firmly attached to her hand.

"Let's sit outside, it's hot."

"Hot, and you went and got a coffee? Sensible."

She just rolled her eyes as we got the baby seated.

That's when I saw him. Eric and the damn social worker chatting it up, sitting together at the Starbucks window. She was laughing at something he was saying and he was obviously hamming it up for her benefit. The jealousy that ran through me shocked me a little. I mean, I knew, I had no right to feel this way. No right at all.

And yet I did.

I fed Jessica her fries, the way she preferred—a fry, then a piece of fruit that came with the meal—fruit and fries… Babies were weird.

But then again, there I was dipping my fries into my shake. So maybe she just knew what she liked?

I watched what was going on across the street, not saying anything to Tara until she caught me not listening to her.

"Is that Eric? Who's the bitch?"

"She's not a bitch…" I said, though maybe now I'd change my tune. That bitch. "She's our social worker."

"Ew, is he dating her? It looks kinda like they know each other."

Oh, God. Was he dating her? Random faceless whores I could deal with. But our social worker? Was that even LEGAL?

"No, I mean… she has class and a brain. Clearly not his usual type."

Tara laughed.

"Oh, God." I panicked. "What if he's meeting with her about me? Tara, what if he hates me so much that he's going to try and get sole custody of Jessica!"

"Sookie, calm down."

"No! Oh my GOD, TARA! What if he tries to take her away from me…?"

"He wouldn't do that!"

"How do you know? You don't know him!"

"Well, you don't seem to either, okay? Look, Ames works for the guy and she's been telling me that he sings nothing but praises over you and the kid. You two might not like each other very much—that's fucked up, too, by the way—but he sees how much you love her. So please calm your titties!"

"But…"

"But nothing. Look, Eric's a charming guy and if he's dating her then, so what?"

"It's unethical that's what! She's meant to be impartial! And if she's fucking him she's obviously going to be on his side!"

"And if she's not? Sookie, we should go. Really, there are kids here and your pitch is so high it's attracting dogs. Let's just go."

By the time Tara dropped us off I was a lot more calm. It was silly of me to freak out. So what if she was seeing him? I'd done nothing wrong. I was being a good mom to Jessica, the best I knew how to be. She couldn't take her from me without a valid reason.

So calm I stayed, until it started to rain, forcing Jessica and I from the pool in favor of cuddling time in front of 'Finding Nemo.'

A knock came to the door sometime after five, and it wasn't anyone I was ever expecting.

"Bill? What are you doing here?"

He stood in what I knew was his 'Sunday best,' his hair flat and parted. He looked like a douche, which was fitting since that's what he was. How it had taken me so long to see it, I'll never know.

"I came to see you. I missed you."

"Bill, it's been months."

He handed me a pretty bunch of roses. Douche or not, the flowers were nice. It wasn't their fault the person who bought them was a twat.

"I know, and for that I am so sorry, sweetheart. I meant to come sooner, but I just had to wrap my head around this whole child thing. But I've accepted this is part of your life now, and I'm willing to take you back."

Woah woah woah, excuse me?

"Take ME back? Bill, I broke up with you—twice. Why would you think—"

"Sookie, raising children isn't easy, and I know when we started dating I told you I didn't want children. The fact is, that was a lie. I knew you were defective in that area so I didn't want to rub salt into the wounds."

But he was fine doing it now?

"Bill…"

"No. Listen, I love you and I know that doing this alone can't be easy on you at all and I'm here to help. I know of wonderful boarding schools and nannies that would be willing to move in. Really, the load is not that heavy."

"Boarding schools? Wow, you know what, you need to stop talking."

"But, Sookie… The child needs a father figure!"

"The child has a father!"

"The guy you're living with? Please, a child needs parents who love each other and that's what you and I had. Are you and this Eric... are you in love with him?"

"I… look, Jessica has a family that loves her. She has a mother and a father who love her. Sure we're not conventional, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that she's taken care of, and she IS!"

"Sookie. I know how much you wanted children and I know how this, this baby just falling into your lap must have been a dream come true for you. But darling, you're kidding yourself if you think raising it with some random stranger is healthy."

"Bill, you aren't getting it are you? I don't want you. You or your passive-aggressive, abusive personality around my baby!"

"She's not your baby, you fool. You see, this is just the behavior I was talking about—kidding yourself into believing you're her mother. Really, Sookie..."

He took a step towards me, knocking me off my balance and sending me into the couch.

"Now Sookie, I've had about enough of your nonsensical rambling on this topic. So like I've said, the child needs a father and you need me. So let's stop fussing around and just agree, hmm?"

"I…"

"Sookie, you know I don't like to get upset, and you're making me upset. And you know how I get when I'm upset."

One of the first times I broke up with him, his handprint remained on my face for three hours after it happened.

"Bill..." I said as calmly as I could despite my fear and the fact that my heart was thundering out of my chest. "I want you to leave. I don't need, nor do I want you. Jessica has a daddy who loves and adores her and I can assure you, you are not him."

I was still below him on the couch, giving him the advantage over me. He stood over me and I could see the calculating rage behind his eyes. I'd forgotten what it was like to be that afraid.

"You're a broken little whore, you know that?"

"BILL, LEAVE." I stood up to him by actually standing up to him this time.

And that's when I felt it, right across my face, throwing me back into the couch again. Just above my eye—that shit would bruise like a peach.

I didn't know what happened but suddenly Eric was there. I heard yelling coming from Bill and then I heard the baby crying. The next thing I knew, Eric had Bill by the scruff of his neck, up against the wall. He was kneeing him in the balls over and over while all I felt was the sting of my eye and the bruise that was forming underneath.

"Bill, right? Right. Bill, let me tell you something, you piece of shit. No man hits a woman, okay? Not this woman and not when I'm around, do you understand? You come into her house and you think it's okay to even think about shit like this? You're a pathetic excuse for a man." There was a punch as Bill attempted to struggle and kick Eric. No such luck on his part. He was a good five inches shorter than Eric, maybe more, since I knew his shoes had lifts in them. Eric slammed him against the wall with another punch to the gut before Bill spat blood on the carpet.

"I'll be informing my lawyers of this!"

"Oooh, I really hope so Billy boy. I really do, because then I can tell them exactly what I saw today—you walking into this woman's home after she asked you to leave and abusing her, then assaulting her. Sure, you go ahead and do that."

He dragged him to the front door while I managed to pick myself up off the couch.

He opened the door and with one shove, Bill was on his ass down the steps, his clothes torn and his face bloody, the rain pelting on him hard and fast.

"You come in here and you upset my daughter, and my Sookie and you think that's okay? You get the hell out of this neighborhood Bill, before I really let my temper go on you, understand?"

Bill glared at us both, "You can have her. She's a broken whore and that's all she'll ever be."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes but I refused to cry in front of the bastard. Eric just growled.

"Don't make me get my gun, Bill."

With that, he walked to his car and got in, leaving Eric to slam the door behind him.

"Jesus Christ, Sookie. What the fuck was that?"

"That was my ex."

"And you said I had shitty taste in partners?" he smiled. He then walked me over to the couch and helped me to sit down. I could do it just fine on my own, but his help was appreciated.

"Come here, show me your face." He came closer and the rough fists that had laid into Bill were now soft and gentle hands as he examined my face.

"Sookie, you're going to need a stitch in that, it's bleeding. That bastard." I could feel his rage, but his eyes softened when they looked at me. That's when I let the tears fall.

"I'm fine, really." I said lying to myself and to him as I held back my sobs.

"See to Jessica, okay? She's crying."

"She can self-soothe. Right now, you're more important." He walked into the kitchen and got a wet washcloth and filled it with ice for me, as well as the tiny first-aid kit I assumed Hadley bought. I found it under the sink weeks before.

"Here. Hold this to your face, it'll help the swelling." After a few moments of silence he asked, "May I?" holding out the tiny band-aid and taking the ice back from me.

"I'm sorry, Eric."

"For what? This isn't your fault."

"It is, he came here because of me and I …" The water works started again. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I'm glad I saw it. I'm glad I was there before he had the chance of hurting you even more than he did. Has that happened before?"

I didn't answer him, but he seemed to not need an answer.

"That asshole. Why did..." he began to ask, but then stopped himself.

"Ask me. Why did I let him get away with it?"

He nodded.

"Well, you heard him, I'm a defective little whore. Who would want me?"

"I…" he began, but then stopped himself again.

His eyes grew sad as he fixed the small white band-aid to my forehead before he leaned in and kissed it.

"All better?" he asked, as if he were asking Jessica about her boo-boo.

"You don't have to be so sweet. I probably deserve…"

"Hey, no. Listen to me, okay? No woman, no person deserves that, and definitely not you."

"But don't you hate me, too?" I said through shaking lips. The shock of it finally hitting me. "I've been nothing but a total bitch to you and ever since we kissed it's just been so hard to know what to do right, Eric."

"I know. It's the same for me, you know?"

"Is that why you've been radio silent?"

"A little," he nodded, putting the first-aid kit back together.

"Your hand is bleeding." I noticed when he handed me the ice pack again.

"It's fine. Are you okay?" He dismissed his own pain in favor of checking in on mine, again.

" I am … I will be."

He nodded again, before getting up to check on the baby.

"Hey, Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." I attempted to smile, even though it hurt.

"You're welcome." He lingered in the doorway for a second before he shook his head to himself and making the trek to the den for Jessica.

I didn't know it then, but he'd saved my life that day. Really, in more ways than one.

A/N: So, what did we think honeys? The reason why Sookie is clinging to the idea of Sam so much? Yep that would be Bill's fault *glares*

Anyone else want an Eric? Lol! Hit me up with your opinions, Pms are now enabled again I have no idea why they were turned off!