A/N:

Hey everyone! Thanks for sticking through to the end of this. I had a blast writing it, and I hope everyone enjoyed reading it. As a bonus for getting through all the rehash in this story, I've added a little epilogue to the end of this that wasn't in Sign Here. Hope you like it!


Chapter 6 - I Believe In Happy Endings

A year and a half later I was at Sookie's house helping her pack. I'd known I wanted her to live with me about three weeks after we'd officially become a couple. She had stayed the night, and I woke to find her fixing me breakfast in my kitchen, wearing nothing but one of my button-up shirts. I hadn't been able to stop myself, and fucked her on the kitchen table before she finished cooking. After that I knew I wanted her to live with me, but I waited. I knew she wasn't ready for a big step, and honestly, it was just smarter to wait and see how things developed.

When Pam and I finalized plans to open our own bar, I knew it was time. I would be working more, and unless she lived with me, we would hardly get to see each other. Well, those were the reasons Pam gave me for asking her. For me they were just simple justifications for acting on the feelings that had only grown stronger. I wanted Sookie to live in my home, and I wanted her to be my wife.

Ecstatic doesn't even begin to describe what I was feeling when she said yes, even with her stipulations about keeping her house. I set up how to propose to her the next day. I put my mother's ring in a small velvet box that didn't look like a ring box so she wouldn't guess what it was right away. That went into a box with a note, and I set it aside until I knew the right day.

Today was that day.

Sookie and I had come a long way. When we first started with our relationship we took our time, dated, got to know the finer details about one another. Sookie tried to make a no-sex rule until we could name ten personal things about each other's childhood, but I got so horny that I threw on my UPS uniform (thank fuck I'd kept it) and drove to Sookie's house to deliver her a list of seven things about her childhood. That ended up being plenty.

Before we began doing any packing, I insisted that we fuck on the kitchen counter since, somehow, we'd never managed to do it there. After that was done and we were both satisfied, we actually got to work. We packed her bedroom first since she was going to start staying with me right away, and by the time the afternoon rolled around we had her bedroom all done and most of the living room.

The counter sex did a lot to take the edge off of my nervousness, but as the day wore on it came back full force. I was going to ask Sookie to be my wife. It got to the point that I was just going through the motions of the packing, and glancing at the clock. The package should have arrived already.

"Are you having second thoughts?" Sookie asked suddenly with tears in her eyes, and my heart felt like it stopped beating.

"What? No!" I stared at her, and realized that she was as nervous and upset as I was, but it seemed for different reasons. "Are you?" I asked, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

"No!"

A small amount of relief washed over me. "Then why would you ask me something like that?"

"Because the more we pack, the more nervous you get, and you keep looking at the door like you want to leave." Fuck, I could see how she would take all that wrong. "I'm serious, Eric. If you're having doubts you need to tell me now."

She was shaking when I pulled her into my arms and I felt like an idiot. "No, honey, that's not why I'm nervous."

I felt wetness on my shirt and felt like an ass in addition to being an idiot.

"Then tell me why. You're scaring me."

"I…" I began, but didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her the real reason without ruining the plan, but I couldn't lie to her either. Sookie pulled back and looked at me expectantly, and then there was a knock on the door.

Thank. Fuck.

Sookie wasn't as relieved, and stomped to the door. A moment later I heard the door slam and Sookie came back to the living room with the package. My nervousness came back full force.

"Were you expecting something?" I asked.

"No," she said, looking more than a bit confused and annoyed. She walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table with a knife to open it. She pulled out the small box, and read the note.

"The note says to give this to you," she said as she handed me the box.

I turned the box over in my hand a few times, took a deep breath, and got down on one knee. Realization passed over her face immediately, and I was hit with a burst of confidence. I opened the box and held it in front of her.

"We didn't begin this relationship of ours in the most conventional of ways, but it worked for us. I've been in love with you for two amazing years, and I want to love you for many, many more. Sookie Stackhouse, will you marry me?"

She had tears, happy ones, streaming down her face by the time I'd finished my little speech.

"Yes," she said, and I pulled her from the chair so I could kiss her.

"I love you so much," I said when we finally broke apart, and picked the box up from where I'd dropped it on the floor. I pulled the ring out and slid in onto the ring finger of her left hand. "Perfect."

"It's beautiful," she said, admiring it.

"It was my mother's. Part of her letter to me said that I was to give it to the woman I could see myself with when we both had no teeth."

"She actually wrote that?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, she did," I laughed.

"I think I would have loved your mother," she said, her eyes glistening again.

"No tears," I said, and wiped her cheeks with my thumbs.

"Is this what you were so nervous about?"

"Yes, it was. I have no idea what I would have told you if he hadn't shown up at that moment. I really thought you were going to break up with me for a minute there."

"I thought that's just what you were about to do," she said.

"We're a couple of idiots," I laughed, and she laughed with me.

"Yes, we are," she smiled.

"What do you say we go celebrate this in the bedroom? Our last tryst in this house."

"I think that's a marvelous idea," she agreed, and we both stood up. "Are you going to carry me back to the bedroom and be romantic?"

I snorted. "Hell no. I'm going to claim what's mine."

With a manly grunt I bent and grabbed her around her thighs, tossing her over my shoulder as I stood back up. I slapped her on the ass and carried her back to the bedroom while she giggled.

I claimed her as mine on that bed. My lover, my best friend, my fiancé, my partner in life and love.

And when she became my wife, I would claim her all over again.

Three years later…

I was in my office going through some last-minute e-mail when the doorbell rang. Sookie was still in the shower, so I went to answer it. A UPS truck was driving away, and there was a small brown box on the porch addressed to me in Sookie's handwriting. With a smile, I brought it into my office and waited until she came out to open it.

We'd made it a tradition to send each other things via UPS. It could have been anything, but since we were about to go away on a vacation for our second anniversary I was betting that it was an anniversary present.

Sookie and I had nearly a year-long engagement so that Pam and I could focus on getting the bar stable. We got married just a couple weeks before what Sookie referred to as our fuckaversary, a term she claims to have read on the internet in some of that fanfiction she was into. It was the anniversary of the first time we fucked, naturally. I almost liked celebrating that anniversary more than the one of our marriage, but we managed to bleed the two together. We would leave the day before our marriage anniversary, and be gone for two weeks, coming back home the day after our fuckaversary. Last year we went to Sweden since I hadn't been since I was a little boy, but this year we were going to Hawaii.

When Sookie came into my office her hair was damp and she was wearing a tank top and some lounge pants. She was halfway to my desk when she spotted the box.

"Is that…"

"UPS just delivered it," I said.

"Have you opened it yet?" she asked, and she seemed a bit nervous.

"Nope, but I'm about to. I wanted to wait for you."

"Oh. Um, go ahead then," she said.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Nope, I just hope you like it."

I stood up and walked around my desk to where she was standing. I put my hands on her waist and gave her a light kiss.

"I'll love it, and I love you," I said, and then I turned around and picked up my letter opener, slicing the tape on the box open with it.

I opened the box and removed the packing material. There was what looked like a shirt wrapped in plastic, so I ripped the plastic open and pulled the material out. Only it wasn't a shirt… at least not a shirt for a person my size. There were three pieces; a tiny brown hat with the UPS logo on it, a little pair of brown shorts, and a teeny brown button up shirt that said "special delivery" on the back. I didn't realize I was crying until I saw a wet spot form on the shirt.

"Eric?" Sookie asked behind me.

I turned to look at her, still holding the outfit meant for a baby in my hands. I could tell that she didn't know what to think of my tears, and it made me sad that she thought I would be upset about something like this.

"Really?" I asked. "We're really pregnant?"

Her eyes welled up too as she nodded, and I had her in my arms in an instant, the clothes still clutched in my hands. We hadn't been trying, but I didn't care.

"I've known for a week, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I wanted to tell you in a special way, and then I got nervous because we haven't been married that long, and I…"

I cut off her rambling before she made herself upset.

"We've been together for almost six years, and I love you more every day. I don't give a shit about statistics on this stuff, I love you, and I already love our baby. We're going to be parents, Sook. I'm gonna be a daddy. I can't even begin to explain how happy this makes me."

"I love you," she said, smiling through her tears.

"I love you too," I said, and then I lifted her up and spun her in a circle before setting her down again. I set the baby clothes back on the desk, and dragged Sookie to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"The same thing I did when you agreed to be my girlfriend, my fiancé, and then my wife. I'm claiming you, and then we're going to call Pam and tell her she's going to be an aunt. But first, I'm claiming you."

"Well, okay then," she laughed. It was the sound I'd wanted in my home for a long time, and I never tired of hearing it.