Not too much to say here, except that I am sorry for the delay on this one, but as you can see, I have been extremely busy writing and updating chapters for other stories, in amongst RL getting a hell of a lot busier again!

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EPOV

"Pam … where the hell are you taking me?" I groaned loudly as we left the club.

"You will find out soon enough, Eric. Just stop complaining, be quiet and get in" Pam said, gesturing towards the minivan that she drove.

Oh no.

There was nothing on this earth that could persuade me to get into that.

"There is absolutely no way in hell that I am ever going to be seen sitting in that thing" I snarled at Pam.

Pam just smirked at me.

"Fine then. You can stand on the roof if you want. Just stop being a whiny bitch and get in." she retorted.

"No. Pamela. I already told you. There is absolutely no way in hell that I am getting into that minivan of yours. If I am to go anywhere, we will take my Corvette. And I will drive" I all but growled at her.

"Fine. We will take your car. But I will be driving." Pam retorted as I pulled my car keys out of my pocket, but before I could react, Pam had pulled them out of my hands, and started to twirl them in her fingers.

I just rolled my eyes at her, before reluctantly getting into the car, since I knew that it would just be so much easier for everyone involved if I did as I was told.

After all I had learnt the hard way that it was a bad idea not to do what Pam had said.

Many, many times.

And before anyone tells me that I could issue a maker's command to force Pam to do as I wanted her to do, she would just find some way to defy it.

Usually in the most annoying way that she could possibly find.

And with one of her scary devil-like smiles.

"Where are we heading too anyways?" I asked her once she pulled the car out of its car park space and steered it on down the road.

"It's a surprise, Eric" Pam said, in a bored voice.

We sat in silence for about another half an hour, until Pam pulled the car up into a car park and pulled into a space.

I looked over at the building that was situated straight in front of where we were parked. 'Hooligans' said the logo on the wall.

"Why are we at a strip club, Pamela?" I asked, using my best stern voice on her.

"For your stag party, Eric" Pam answered in her most 'duh' voice.

Of course.

"Pam. I don't want a stag party. I just wanted to finish the paperwork at Fangtasia, and then go and curl up around Sookie before we get married tomorrow night" I answered, but immediately regretted it when I saw a hurt expression cross Pam's face, for just a millisecond, and had I not have been a vampire and felt the fluttering feeling of hurt hit me from Pam's side of our maker/child bond.

"You do know that dear Abby says that the bride and groom can't see each other the night before the wedding?" Pam said, in response, ignoring her real feelings.

"Why can't I see Sookie the night before our wedding?" I asked, completely outraged at the very thought of not being allowed to see Sookie.

Why the hell wouldn't I be allowed to see my fiancée, after all, we were to be married the very next night.

"Because it is bad luck, Eric" she said.

I narrowed my eyes at her, disbelieving each and every word that she was saying.

Surely this was a wind up.

Surely she wasn't being serious.

And then another thought crossed my mind – What if Sookie had the same opinion? I had the idea of a night of passionate sex for both me and Sookie.

And now it looked as if that would not be happening.

I have said it before and I will say it again.

Fucking Pam!

Thanks to her, it looked as if my plans for a night of sex with Sookie would have to be put on hold until tomorrow night.

"Pam … why are you so upset?" I asked her, ignoring what she said about it being bad luck.

"I'm not" she answered, turning her head away from mine, and refusing to look at me. I could feel her real feelings through our bond, and she was feeling slightly hurt and upset.

I already know what she was feeling. I just didn't know why she was feeling what she was feeling.

"Pam … Answer me. Honestly. Do I have to issue a makers command for you to tell me the truth?" I asked her, as gently as I could manage, given how desperate I was for answers.

"Fine. But promise me that you won't laugh." She said, petulantly.

"I promise" I answered, feeling like I was a ten year old school girl.

"I … I just wanted you and I to have one night … one last night together, after our hundred and six years together. It feels like I am losing you tomorrow. Losing you for good, and I … don't want that. I want you to stay with me forever. Like the way it used to be. Just the two of us." Pam said, and she was crying by the end of her sentence, the bloody tears streaming down her face.

I forced her to look at me by using my fingers on her chin and pulling it back over to my face.

"Pam … so you don't like Sookie?" I asked, trying to mask what I truly felt about the situation. If Pam didn't like Sookie … if Pam was jealous of Sookie, I don't know what I would do. I couldn't live without my child. And I couldn't live without my lover.

But what would I do if the two of them didn't get on?

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