A/N:

Apparently, someone (Guest Review from 5/27/13) misread the last chapter and thought I had written that a pregnant woman was engaging in a threesome with two other women. Although, I personally see nothing wrong with that if all participants are being safe, it was Godric who 'helped' Pam and Tara with their unsatisfied bloodlust from the attack on the palace.

I will always examine myself if something sounds weird, but please re-read it to be sure you are correct in your statements. I hope that guest goes back to see their mistake and continues to read this.

Emotions are running high in the next one. Maybe some lemons are in order. Review and let me know you're still with me.

I've made a few changes, so my ANs will be before the chapters and translations will be in the text. The individual languages will be told to you in the AN. Hope it makes understanding it easier.

SPECIAL THANKS to AlphaSprout, ashmo2000, and Justice's Auntie for your feedback after my hiatus. I plan to update every Sunday, so stay tuned.

I'd also like to hears any projections for this season of True Blood on HBO. I hope it is good enough to get picked back up for season 7. Two weeks and counting…

*The characters in this chapter belong to their respective authors, CH, & AB.

**I OWN NOTHING**

Chapter 45

EPOV

Having now informed the entire nest of our pending departure, I blink back to our bedchamber. Mari and Kaitlin are popping around the room at a frantic pace, packing everything that we want to take with us. The moment when they register my presence is when they stop.

"Your Majesty" they greet in unison.

"Hello. I do not mean to interrupt. Proceed." They bow and return to what they were doing.

I enter the bathroom in stealth mode. Her angelic voice warms my undead heart as I pause to listen to her sweet humming. She is in the shower, and I watch as she uses her poof to spread her body wash over her skin. The sound of my fangs alerts her of my 'ogling' as she calls it.

"Hey, honey. Will you wash my back?" She knows she didn't have to ask, but she humors me as I can feel her amusement and lust through the bond. I am naked and standing behind her at vamp speed.

"Of course, Lover. It is always an honor to caress you" I pour some soap into my palm, creating a thick lather and grasp her shoulders. The contact elicits a drawn out moan as I massage the knots in her upper back. She shifts her stance as she tries desperately not to bring her plump ass in contact with my engorged dick.

Regardless of the fact that we just returned from having an extreme fuck session in our hideaway, which I am finding we have been visiting more frequently, I want her. Every cell in my body is in painful need of the Goddess, my Goddess.

"Whatever…we don't have time for any kissy face, mister. But later, I will give all of me again. Right now, you need to feed me." She shuts off the shower and wiggles her way out of the stall without touching me. I did nothing to help her, which earned me the finger.

"Careful…I could take that gesture literally." She hurried wraps in herself in a towel, ignoring my comment. She strolls out of the bathroom, with no disregard for my nudity, and examines the clothes that her handmaidens left out for her. Silently, she nods her head in approval.

I vamp to the closet and dress, quietly contemplating our next moves. Although we have not talked about it, I know that we will have to go to Faery soon which is part of why we are relocating to the farmhouse. Once I get her settled, I will have to speak to my father and my maker. Breandan must fall and if I can have it my way, it will be tonight.

SPOV, Four days until childbirth…

We have been at the farmhouse for two days now and I am kind of happy to be here. As I walk around, I would get whiffs of Gran. I miss her so much. With the babies coming any day now, I get a little sad that she is not here to finally see my little ones.

I just open the oven to check on my Cornish hens when I hear the pop that I've been dreading for some time now. Pulling on all the control that Eric as taught me in dealing with my emotions, I address my guest.

"Hello great-grandfather. Dinner is almost done. Would you like to join us?" I am silently praying he says no and makes this a quick visit. I was hoping to avoid seeing him until after the boys are here.

"Hello dear. Thank you, but I cannot stay long. How are you?" He tries to move closer, but I pop out of his reach to focus on checking the corn and whip the mashed potatoes. "Is everything alright?" he asks.

"All is well, just hungry and expecting some of the nest to be here anytime to join me. What brings you by?" I ask. My 'Crazy Sookie' smile has improved over the years, so I believe he buys it.

"I just wanted to check on you and the children. I have been assured that everything is prepared for your arrival. The kingdom is ecstatic that you will be giving birth in Faery. This simple gesture will, no doubt, secure them for the throne in the future as they will be considered fae." His smile is genuine, but there is something else there in his eyes.

I nod in agreement. I go on about how excited we are about their arrival, distracting him from noticing that I am trying to probe his mind. I only catch a glimpse of him looking at Breandan with death and anger in his eyes. Then the familiar cloud returns to hide his mind from me. I don't know if it was a mere stray thought, but I know in this moment that I need to speak to AP.

The ringing of my cell phone is my saving grace. I quickly connect the call and tell the caller to hold for a moment. "Thanks for stopping by. I will see you soon. I apologize, but I have to take this." Niall nods in understanding, although the glimmer of annoyance in his eyes is not lost to me. He pops out.

"Lover? What is troubling so much?" Eric asks. I release a deep sigh of relief.

"Hey, honey. Niall just stopped by…" was all I got to say before my husband and three fairy guards appear in the kitchen with me.

"Are you alright? Did he try to hurt you in any way?" His voice is dripping with concern and anger as he looks me over for any injuries.

"Yea, I'm fine. I blew him off. He seemed to understand, but he knows something is off." Eric pulls me in his arms and I am immediately calmed and relaxed by us being so close.

"The time to deal with that will be upon us soon enough. Do not worry. One asshole at a time, remember?" He kisses me on the top of my head.

"I remember" I laugh and stretch to kiss his lips. Pulling away, I push him back towards the guards. "Go back to what you were doing. I have company coming over for my baby shower. No men allowed."

"As the father, should I not be present?" he asks with mock sadness at being left out.

"Usually, the answer would be yes. However, somebody has to strategize our war efforts to ensure our victory. No one can do that other than you, my King." I bat my eyes at him and he is on me in an instant.

"Be careful, lover. You know it does not take much to get me…sidetracked." He kisses me so hard that my toes curl. Then, I'm alone again.

With about 15 minutes to spare, I finished dinner and take my mug of tea to the living room. One by one, my guests arrive. Pam, Tara, Amelia, the Cullen girls, Betsy, Rachel, Ivy, Susie, Jazz, Cassandra – they pile in, hugging me and placing gifts on the table we put in the foyer. Once we are all seated, we fall into easy conversation as my handmaidens pass out beverages.

"Have you decided on who will be their godmother?" Rachel asks. An eerie silent falls over our entire group.

"I am still debating that. As fairies, we each have a godparent by heritage." I say to the group.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Tara says suddenly and I'm more than surprised by her reaction. "We have already discussed this. Whichever one of us has a child first, the other is godmother. Just because we aren't technically human doesn't mean that what we discussed and agreed upon like 30 years ago is now invalid."

"Calm down. And besides…since neither of you are human, that agreement should be nulled, and I be chosen as this figurative parental unit." Pam interjects. All eyes fall onto her in her purple velour jumpsuit.

"Pam. I…I didn't think you would care about this. Do you even know what the role of a godparent entails?" I ask incredulously. She is thoughtful and her pause speaks volumes.

"The godparent, or parents as it were, pledge to take the role of full parent in the event of the birth parents death." Esme explains. "Pam, dear. You do realize that you will be their older sibling? That is enough responsibility in and of itself."

"You may be my maker, but I'll be damned if you take this away from me" Tara seethes as she stares Pam down. I love her and just did the unimaginable to keep her on this plane of existence. However, even I thought she was overstepping her boundaries just a tad. And Pam's raise eyebrow confirmed that.

"Sookie, I suggest you tell her to shut the fuck up before I take her words personally." This was funny at first, but now I could see this getting out of hand and ruining my clean house.

"Okay. Let's move on. It's time to open gifts!" Cheer sang throughout the group, causing the tension to dissipate.

EPOV, that evening…

We had finally come up with a feasible plan of attack that I was sure would keep Sookie out of harm's way, as much as possible. With my new found brethren in tow, we are making our way to the backyard to enjoy the night when I am asked the million dollar question.

"Do you really think that your wife will agree with this plan? In essence, all she will be doing is sitting and waiting." Vayl had seemed to become the devil's advocate when it comes to our women. Sinclair and I are nervous, a trait uncharacteristic for either us as men and vampires, and would have been biting our nails. John was the cynical bastard he always is and was our reality check.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, once again, but you both know that this will not go well. I have to tell Suzie that she needs to stay with Sookie during something as feminine as childbirth and will not be there to assist in increasing the body count. Do you know the hell I am about to experience? I'd rather deal with the Authorities in the Nightside than to have this conversation." His voice rose as his ranted went on, truly showing the fear that he usually was able to hide in mixed company.

"This is not going to be easy for any of us, but it must be done." Carlyle adds.

"I trust you all as part of my family and need those that will protect my wife and children during their most vulnerable time." I am almost begging them to take the heat along with me.

Vayl, always the 'voice of reason', offers, "I suggest that we maintain a united front. I believe that they won't become violent when in a group. Individually…well, I think we can all imagine the repercussions." We all thought about it and shudders ran through all of us simultaneously.

"Perhaps we should consult a woman on the best way to approach this. The Exalted One would be my suggestion". Godric as just appeared at the back door, Odin is not far behind him. They join us and the silence was unsettling.

"If I may put my two cents in, as the humans say", the God of Gods asks us. We all nod and await his words. "Women are unpredictable creatures. No other being can handle emotions in positive or negative ways like a woman. The bee is ruled by its Queen. The female mantis kills its lovers during intercourse. Demons cannot make decisions with the word of the mother. It goes on all around the universe. It is because of their ambivalence that we are able to succeed or fail in our goal of power and wealth. We all may have come to power before they entered our lives, but can any of us say that all we have accumulated hasn't been made more worthwhile because of their presence in our lives?"

He waits for us to come to the same conclusion before continuing. "My wife is the most beautiful of all the Goddess, only rivaled by Freya of course, but no one can imagine the extent of my pursuit of her before she would even look my way. Frigga is the gentlest creature I've ever encountered, but with me, she will kick me in the balls and tell me what for in an instant. With that said, I suggest that you have your Ancient Mother and Freya be present during this discussion. As matriarchs, your mates will not want to disrespect them by attacking you. They will be able to reign in their anger and make them see what is important."

We all contemplate his words. With a look to my maker, he rises and leaves us to contact his maker. Moments later, he returns and nods to inform me that AP is on board.

"Well, we have one confirmed. Now, we must ask the other one." I announce to the group. "If you would?" I ask of my father. His eye flashes with a brilliant light for less than a second before the air around us becomes heavy. We were originally sitting in a small semi-circle, but we all grow agitated by the magic that is growing amongst us.

The sound was deafening, much like a sonic boom would be. In the center of our group, the Goddess Freya stands before us. No man can look upon this creature and not be affected by her beauty in some manner. I cannot say that feel lust or arousal for her, but I still feel as if I am unworthy to look upon her.

"I know what it is you all request from me, but I have one question that you all must answer before I would agree." Having our undivided attention, she asks. "Why should I stop these women, who have as much to lose as you all do, from fighting for their freedom?"

We all looked at Odin, who shrugs his shoulders. "I suggested that you ask for their presence when you speak to your mates. I said nothing of their thoughts on the matter." Freya's eyes widen as she looks around herself.

"You assumed that I would automatically agree because of him?!" I think we pissed off the only woman that could be more dangerous than our mates.

SPOV, simultaneously…

"I'm telling you guys…they're going to try and lock me down. I need all of you to do this. I know I'm asking the unthinkable, but I promise you will be forgiven and loved even more for this." All mouths are agape after hearing my previous word.

3 minutes prior…

"I love you my telepathic friend. I will die for you and those babies just like I would die for my maker. If anything was to ever happen to you and I was at your side and can do nothing, I will meet the true death then to see his reaction." We are tangled in an intense staring contest, everyone else is holding their collective breathe. We have all been debating our next moves. We were making progress until Pam stated that our efforts were pointless because we would never get to fight due to my pregnancy.

I didn't want to admit it to Pam that I knew she was right. I knew Eric. He is like the Yoda of war, after all. He would risk the lives of every being who owed him fealty in order to keep me safe, especially now. However, I wasn't about to show weakness. Not to Breandan. Not to Hela. And most certainly, not Niall. The thought of his name puts a nasty taste in my mouth, strengthening my resolve in my course of action.

Present…

"I will agree to sit still until the babies are born, under certain conditions. You may want to really think about if you are willing to agree on your maker's behalf." She arches a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at my challenge. I sense her fear as she weighs her options.

"What are your 'conditions'?" she asks.

"When I give the word to restrain him, you must do all you can to stop Eric from killing Breandan. I have to be the one to end his life. I have seen it. If he kills the fucker, I will never know Niall's reason for this. I need to know before I confront him. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I can't read him. Eric stopped me before. You have to promise me that he will not do it again."

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO HOLD BACK MY MAKER?! I can't physically overpower him! Why aren't you asking this of Godric?" she screams as she rises from her seat, throwing her seat backwards. Rachel and Ivy were sitting closest to her, so Ivy was quick to remove them both to the far side of the room. Her eyes are slits and her lips are thin.

I understand her anger, but why am I supposed to play 'damsel in distress'. I'm not a fucking porcelain doll. Scaring the shit out of Bella and Betsy, who both were seated on the couch with me, I rise and slam my fist through Gran's living room table.

"I can't ask Godric because he would just as much kill Breandan himself than to let me do it. Just. Like. Eric. I'm not the same 'breather', Pam! I'm not afraid, even if my family is. I need you all to trust me like I have trust in all of you. Remember…I am the one who watch Godric meet the sun. I watched as Felipe let Bill stake you and Eric in front of me only to see him do the same to his own child a decade later. DO YOU REALLY NOT HAVE ENOUGH FAITH IN ME TO DO THIS?!" It wasn't until I was screaming those last words in her face that I realized I was floating off the floor to be at eye level. Instinctually, Pam took a couple of steps back as Tara move to her side.

"STOP THIS! We are family and this is not the time!" Tara is yelling, not because there is a lot of noise in the room. It because the atmosphere in it is changing. All of the ladies have now backed up against the fireplace.

Pam hasn't broken eye contact. She slowly straightens her back and dusts off some wood chips from her skirt. "Fine. I agree. Your ass better have the power to resurrect me again. You are asking me to force him to end me. This will not be easily forgiven if it comes to that."

"I know. And I will make it back before. Do I have your word?" I must hear the words.

"I swear it on my bloodline" she whispers.

"My maker?" Tara questions. She turns to me, "How could you ask that of her? Don't you realize that this will end her life? Hurt me as her child? Hurt him as her maker? You brought me over just to strip me of my maker?" Tara hisses. I can see in her mind that she is warring between her loyalty to me and that of Pam.

"No. I will make it back before it comes to that. I need you both to believe in me. Eric can't have that faith because of what has happened to me in the past. He is my protector. This will be the proof he needs that I am capable and establish the faith I need him to have. Otherwise, we are all doomed." We are all deep in thought when I hear an unexpected pop.

"Karedon? What are you...?" We all turn to see him holding the hand of the Ancient Pythoness. Every supernatural in the room bows, all except Pam and I.

"Sookie is right. Failure to comply with her will result in the lost of this war."