Spellbound

I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing my story. We are close to the last one. These wonderful characters belong to Charlaine Harris but the story idea belongs to me.

As soon as the sunset, Eric blurred to Sookie's dayroom with not a stitch of clothing on. He didn't sleep with her the previous night because he knew that she and the baby would have visitors throughout the day. Weres, shifters and faeries were expected to visit throughout the day. The day people for the vampires were coming by to bring gifts; which were in turn inspected by the faeries. He knew that they'd have a very busy day and he'd planned for it. It pained him to do so but reluctantly, he did it. But as he stood at the bedroom door, any reluctance or animosity towards their family and friends was long gone. It pleased him to see his wife and son lying in the bed together.

With the baby resting in the crook of her arm and latched onto her nipple, Sookie beamed as she looked up at him. "I could feel you stirring earlier. I've missed you so," she replied. "Come to me."

He was soon in bed with them, nestled behind her; his chin rested on her shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Love shone on his face as he looked down at his son. "He seems to be quite hungry," he observed.

The baby was suckling with verve. His little fists were balled tight as he moaned and fed from his mom.

"Starving," Sookie agreed.

Proudly, Eric said, "My son has a healthy appetite." He then brushed her hair from her shoulder and kissed it. "I meant what I said last night."

She gazed into his eyes. "About what? You said so many wonderful things last night. Even after all of my cruelty, you were wonderful to me. Tell me what you meant."

He kissed along her jawline before speaking to her. "You're a wonderful and an amazing creature," he explained. "You have given me the greatest gift. I know that we have taken over the council but for now, for a while, I want to spend my every waking moment with you and our son."

Eric kissed his wife gently when he noticed that she was about to speak. "Don't tell me that I'm needed elsewhere. This is where I should be. I'm sure that if anything important has to be handled, Sal will make us aware. I want to be here with you. I want to share this time with you. To be able to bond with my son, even if for just a few days, will be a joy to me."

Sookie laughed because she was going to tell him that he was needed elsewhere. She'd wanted to tell him that his obligations to their world should come first and that she and the baby would be at home waiting for his return. Instead, she tugged her bottom lip and nodded. "Okay. We'd love that. I'd love that." Pausing for a brief moment, Sookie, said, "Eric, I have to ask you something or maybe at least make a suggestion. Yeah that's it. I think that it's a more of a suggestion."

"Anything," he replied.

Looking at their son, she said, "I know how important we are to you and I know that you want to keep us safe. Even before he was born, that's what you've done. My reason for saying this is because I think that you should feed him your blood. You should feel him. Bond with him. You are his protector." Her eyes then fell on Eric. "Would you feel comfortable with doing that?"

"Yes," he answered immediately.

Sookie removed her nipple from the sleeping baby's mouth and gently handed him to his father.

Eric held his son close to his cool body and stared down at him. He leaned down and sniffed his son's head. He smelled like everything good. "I will keep you safe," he whispered. He dropped fang as he pricked his finger. A small droplet of blood formed on his finger just before he placed it in his son's mouth.

As soon as the blood hit Eirikr's tongue, he instantly began to nurse. The boy nursed until the wound closed.

Eric removed his finger from his son's mouth and closed his eyes as he continued to hold him. He basked in the baby's feelings of contentment. He relished the feelings of being carefree. "Can you feel this, lover?" Surprise and joy filled him. "Can you feel the magnificence that is our son?"

Though she couldn't feel the baby as he could, she told him yes. She didn't need to physically feel it. Mentally and emotionally, she was set. The comforting and soothing feelings that radiated from Eric were more than enough. His relaxed temperament was true jubilation for her. The look of delight on Eric's ordinarily cold and hard face was extraordinary. "It's beautiful," she mumbled as she leaned in to kiss the men in her life.

"Knock, knock," Claudette said as she walked into the room. "Are you guys busy?"

"Yes," Eric called.

Claudette looked at them as they were caressing and kissing their baby. She rolled her eyes. "He's sleeping, people," she said. "Oh! Bring him with us. It's a surprise for all of you anyway."

Looking at Sookie, Eric asked, "Are you able to walk?" His voice was laced with concerned.

"I can," she assured him. It took just a little longer than usual but she stood tall. "See? I'm almost as good as new."

Eric followed suit and stood up from the bed … ignoring the fact that he was nude … still holding the baby in his arms.

Claudette's eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted. "Very nice, Sookie. No wonder you didn't leave him." She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. She gave Eric the thumbs up. "I'm quite impressed."

"Get out, Claudette," Sookie ordered. "We'll meet you in the hallway." She looked at her husband and said, "Put on some clothes. I don't want my cousin looking at what is mine."

"Too late," Claudette hollered from the hallway.

"Shut up," Sookie yelled in a whispered voice.

Eric didn't understand Sookie's harsh tone. "You should be flattered, lover. Your cousin is envious of what you are privy to. You're a very lucky woman. I keep you pleasured and satisfied. If you don't mind me saying, there are quite a few women that would love to be in your position."

Though she was a bit sore, Sookie marched over to where Eric stood. She looked up at him with anger in her eyes and her hands planted firmly on her hips. "Eric Northman," she bellowed. "Don't push it. I won't remain sore for too much longer. Put on some pants and let's go." She snatched her robe from the back of her chair and slid it on. "I should be flattered … hmpf. I'd be flattered if you'd put on some pants. That's what would flatter me, Mister. Give me the baby while you put on your pants."

He chuckled as he did as his wife ordered. "Your fires of jealousy are what flatter me, my lover," he said. "And keep those fires at an ember, I will keep my pants on when there's company in the house."

"She'll get over it," Claudette said to Eric. To Sookie, she said, "I figured that you'd get upset. That's why I tease you mercilessly. I enjoy it."

"Your life's goal, it appears," she mumbled. "What's the surprise, Cousin?"

"Come," she said as she led them down the hall. "You'll see."

Sookie carried the baby while Eric held her hand.

Glancing at them over her shoulder, Claudette said, "Sal, Thalia, and I have been working hard on this for the past two weeks. I'm kind of surprised that you didn't notice, Sookie, considering how nosy you are. It all came to be because Sal and I were talking of your quest to control the council and how you'd probably be spending most of your time in New Orleans … which makes perfect sense since the headquarters are here. Don't you both agree? I figured that you would," she answered to her own question.

She stopped in front of the room that was located in the middle of their bedroom and Sookie's day room. With her hand on the knob, she said, "Sal and Thalia wanted to be here but they had a meeting to go to. As you can see, it's all up to me. We really hope that you like it." She pushed the door open and said, "Ta-da!"

Sookie caught her breath as she looked inside. Eric took a step inside as he admired the replica of his human days. The walls were painted ocean blue; waves were crashing at every turn. The sun was shining high in the sky. The Viking boat shaped baby bed were the main focal point of the room. It was of the finest cherry wood. The oars sat on the ocean blue colored plush carpet. The room was gorgeous. It was a little boy's greatest dream.

"Do you like it?" Claudette asked nervously.

"It's outstanding," Eric answered. He traced his hand along the curves of the bed. He looked at Claudette; appreciation clearly in his eyes. "You have truly outdone yourself, my friend. We thank you."

"How could I have not known about this?" Sookie asked as she stood next to her husband. "This is the most beautiful room I've ever seen."

Claudette shrugged her shoulders. "I've told you. We were able to keep you preoccupied. Also, with all that's been going on, you weren't focused. It was easy to do. Do you guys mean it? You really like it?"

"Yes," they answered simultaneously.

"Thank, goodness," Claudette said. She placed her hand to her chest and said, "Thalia had the idea that Eirikr would be interested in looking at clowns every day. Clowns and balloons." She began to shudder. "No one likes clowns. They're horrendous creatures. Their faces covered in that disgusting white paint. Their ugly lips and annoyingly, obnoxious red noses. Atrocious."

"Children like clowns," Sookie said.

Eric shook his head and said, "No. They don't like them. It is my belief that they laugh at them based off of fear. Claudette is absolutely right. There's nothing funny about a man with a white painted face. Their shoes are just as ridiculous as the red noses."

The faery agreed with Eric's assessment. "That is why Sal and I agreed that the Viking theme was the best route for Junior. He will be drenched in his father's history. And it's never too soon to start."

Eric went to Claudette and hugged her. "Thank you."

Sookie kissed her sleeping son's head as she rocked him in her arms. "Do you want to put him in the bed?" she asked Eric.

He took his son from Sookie and placed him in the bed. The boy's mouth began to move as if he was still nursing.

Claudette looked down at Eirikr and sighed. "He is going to be an amazing child," she said. "I can see so many wonderful things in his future. He will be respected and revered by all."

Gripping her husband's hand, Sookie said, "As he should be. He's a Northman."

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It'd been a week since their child's birth and things had mostly returned to normal. Eric had returned to the business of the supe world. Claudette was handling most of the work on Sookie's end. She hadn't been too anxious to leave the baby. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to ever leave him. She and Eric had discussed that. They'd decided that there would be no supernatural nannies or babysitters.

"If we ever have to travel, he will come with us," Eric assured Sookie. "I will never leave either of you behind. You will go wherever I go."

And she's been content with that. That's what she wanted. It's what she's always wanted. She'd been taking care of Eirikr and she enjoyed it immensely. She loved being a mother … the changing of the diapers, the burping, the feeding, and the crying. She loved it all but she was exhausted. She needed sleep and she needed her husband. She wanted to be with Eric more than she wanted to sleep. They haven't been together since Eirikr's birth and she needed her husband … his body … his blood. She'd planned on staying up and waiting for him to return home but the heaviness of her eyelids won out. She'd fallen asleep in their room but not before turning on the baby monitor.

She'd slept for what felt like minutes but the clock let her know that she'd slept for over four hours. She rolled over onto her back and smiled at the ceiling. The sounds of her cooing baby and the deep hum of her husband's voice was gratifying. She decided to join them. She slipped on her robe and shuffled down the hall to Eirikr's room. She smiled at the sight before her when she stopped at the door.

Eric was rocking the baby in his arms as he hummed an old Swedish lullaby.

With her eyes closed, Sookie leaned her head against the door jamb and listened to his song. Before long, she was humming right along with him.

"Did I wake you, lover?" he asked as he turned to face her. "If I did, that wasn't my intention. You looked so exhausted when I returned home, I'd planned on letting you sleep through the night. You go back to bed. I will take care of our son."

She shook her head no as she walked into the room. "I could've gone back to sleep but I heard your beautiful lullaby and I just had to come in here to join you. I wanted to see you." She then looked down at the dozing baby. "Can you believe it? Can you believe that we made him?"

Continuing to rock the baby, Eric laughed. "No," he said. "We actually did this. He has your eyes, Sookie."

"No," she said as she disagreed. "I don't see it. To me, he has your everything. I think that he looks exactly like you. Maybe he'll have my temperament."

A frightened look appeared on Eric's face. "To the gods, I hope not."

She playfully swatted at his shoulder. "Here," she said. "I'll put him to bed." She leaned in and took the sleeping baby and placed him in his bed.

As she was bent over his bed, Eric was close behind her. He pulled her into his body when she stood upright and wrapped his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. "This is good. This is right."

"It's perfect," he whispered. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"This life," he answered. "For giving me this life. This is something that I never expected to have at this juncture in my life and I thank you."

She turned fully to face him. "Anything," she said. "Anything for you. And we did this together. This is our life."

He smiled as he cupped her face. "I love you. My life's work will be to keep you and our son safe." He bent his head and gently kissed her. At first. The kiss soon became more. It became fevered and passionate. He could feel himself growing against her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Take me to our room," she moaned into his mouth.

They were in their room within milliseconds. He ripped his pajama bottoms from his body as he placed her on the floor in front of him. Fire filled her eyes as she admired him. He then reached out and ripped her gown from her body.

A feral growl escaped her as she stood before him naked. She wanted him to take what he wanted from her. She wanted him to mark her entire body as his. She wanted all of him. She thrust her breasts forward as she waited for him.

Eric's fangs snapped into place as he admired her. Though he didn't know how it was possible, the woman that stood before him was even more tantalizing. Her breasts were full and begging to be loved. The tautness of her stomach. The fullness of her hips. The roundness of her beautiful bottom. Everything about her was amazing and he wanted every inch of her.

"Are you well?" he asked.

"Yes," she whimpered. Her eyes were pleading when that one word left her mouth. She looked at his hardness and she wanted him desperately. She crawled onto the bed with her legs open. "Take what you want," she begged. "Whatever you want."

He just wanted her. He went to her and he fit perfectly between her legs. He urgently kissed her as he placed the head of his cock at her waiting and warm opening. "You are well?" he asked again; his eyes filled with desperation and need.

She began to ease her wetness onto the throbbing head of her husband's hardness. She continued on with her answer by swirling her hips.

That was all of the prodding that he'd needed. Before long, he was fully sheathed inside of her but he didn't move. He just lay there, enjoying the sensations of her warmth and wetness. She pulsated around him. "Perfect," he groaned.

She slowly began to swirl her hips once more. He began to move but she stopped him. "Until you can take no more, stay still."

"Devil woman," he growled though he did what she'd ordered.

As she lay underneath him, she swirled and rotated more of him inside of her. She would move in ways that would leave him with only the head of him inside of her. It had to be too much for him. It had been far too long. He could hold still no longer. He pushed himself deep inside of her. Causing her to cry out.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh, yes!" Her arms tightened around him. Her legs made their way to his shoulders. She could feel herself about to orgasm and she rolled her head to the side. "Feed from me, baby. Please," she begged. "I need to feel all of you in me! Take all of me!"

He licked the pulse of her neck before he plunged his fangs inside of her. Her blood squirted into his mouth as they came together. A beautiful glow enveloped the room as she tightened around him. In that moment, they clung to each other. Needing to be together was all that mattered at that time.

Kissing his and licking her husband's mouth, she said, "That was great. I have missed you so much."

"I apologize for not taking you sooner," he said. He rolled onto his back with Sookie resting on his chest.

"What time is it?"

He looked over at the clock. "3:00 a.m."

"Good," she replied as she sat up and straddled him. "We've got to make up for lost time. What do you say, old man? You up for it?"

His hardness shifted as she rubbed herself against him.

"I guess so," she said as she laughed.

He began to kiss his way over her body as she enjoyed her husband's touch. And the baby didn't cry once.