A/N: Here we go, kiddies... the final chapter. I'll leave the long A/N for the bottom. Reminder that my Picasa page has been updated to include the last 2 chapters, so check it out! Now, I'm off to have a good cry... *sniff*


Dad had come back with the news of Sookie's reaction to my gift. While I didn't necessarily want her to cry, I'm glad it meant so much to her.

He handed me a large book, and I looked up at him, wondering what it was. He shrugged, so I removed the ribbon, and opened it.

My wonderful husband,

They say true love is hard to find, but I know I have found it with you. This is something I've been working on for us, something I one day hope to share with our children and grandchildren. It's unfinished, but we have a lifetime to fill it with the story of us.

I love you always,
Your adoring wife.

As I flipped to the first page, my eyes filled with tears. Her words began with the moment we met. She'd written so much, it dawned on me that this was the side project she'd been putting so many hours into. I flipped through, and saw the book was only a fraction completed. The rest was blank, ready to be filled with stories yet to come.

I needed to marry her. Now.

Wiping my eyes, I looked in the mirror to make sure I was presentable. Laf had told me earlier I looked "positively sinful", so I figured that was a good thing. I was wearing a tux with a vest and jacket, but had decided against a tie, leaving a few buttons of my white shirt open. I knew Sookie would like it best. I straightened myself up, and after ensuring everyone was ready, I headed down to the backyard, anxious to see my love.

The outside was perfect. Beyond the pool, the small clearing into the trees had fairy lights and tea lights everywhere. There was a long dining table, decked out with a white lace tablecloth, adorned with Sookie's favorite lilies. It was practically glowing with the light of a few well placed lanterns and candles. There was a little area set up with speakers and a couple of guitars, as well as a computer, which had likely been set up by one of our friends to play DJ. Beyond that was another banquet table set up for food, which would be brought out when we were ready.

I walked down the path that led from the back door, around the pool, and down to the clearing. It was lit along the way, as well, with small paper lanterns. The water surface of the pool was alight with floating candles and flowers. At the end of the path, there was a small dais set up, where we would exchange our vows. I walked out, and as I reached the dais, I turned, and waited.

Our family and friends stood around the dais. Dad, and his now-girlfriend Sophie-Anne, Lafayette and his date, Jesus, Tara and Sam, Tray, and Jason's date, Amy. A close friend of Sookie's Gran, Sid Matt Lancaster, was a judge, and would be marrying us.

Laf quickly installed himself on a chair, and grabbing a guitar, he started strumming a soft tune. Pam and Amelia made their way down from the house, and though I loved them, my eyes didn't leave the back door. It opened a moment later, and Jason led Sookie outside and toward me. To say she was beautiful wouldn't cover it. She looked like an angel, and she took my breath away. She was stunning, radiant, incredible. She was mine.

We beamed at each other as Jason handed her off to me. In all honesty, I don't remember what the judge said. I was really glad we'd written our own vows. Pam and Amelia each handed us a ring.

"Sookie, in all my life, I never thought I'd find someone like you. You are my everything. You're my sun, moon and stars, and you've shown me the kind of man I'm meant to be. You make me whole, you make me worthy, and for that, I will live everyday showing you how grateful I am. I love you, and I swear I'll love you forever." I made it through without breaking down, and managed to slip the ring on her finger.

Sookie looked up at me, and said, "Eric, I never knew love could really feel like this. We've been through so much, in such a short period of time, but I know that no matter what, we'll be together. You're my lover, my protector, and my hero. But you're also my best friend. We're strong together, and the love you've shown me makes me feel like I can do anything. My heart is full, and I promise today, that I will love you forever." She slid the ring on my finger, as well, as the judge pronounced us man and wife.

Before he could say anything else, I eagerly asked, "Can I kiss my wife, now?"

Everyone laughed, and he answered with a grin, "By all means, young man."

With that, I gathered Sookie in my arms, and dipped her backwards, planting a hot, heated kiss on her lips, audience be damned.

We were both a little dizzy as we came back up for air, to the whoops and hollers of the guests. Amongst the noise came a few joyful barks, and I noticed Godric for the first time. He bound up to us, and Sookie looked a little guilty at the sight of a black bowtie around his white collar. I cocked an eyebrow down at my wife, who shrugged, and looked sheepish, saying, "Isn't marriage about compromise?"

My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Quite the joker.

My wife.

"I love you, Sookie."

"Hey, buddy, that's Mrs. Northman to you," she answered with a wink. "And I love you, too."

The party was underway immediately. The food was brought out, and was a spread of down home country staples, at my insistence. I fell in love with Sookie's cooking far too quickly, and was seriously thinking about converting our empty garage into a gym to make up for it.

Though Amelia and Pam did put a lot of effort into the wedding, it was Lafayette who really deserved most of the praise. He'd taken on the role of official wedding planner, quite evident throughout the night, as he supervised the food, worked the music, and constantly asked everyone if they needed anything. We'd have to find a way to repay him. He was a true, dear friend to us both.

Sookie and I danced our first song together as husband and wife to the same song I'd played for us when I proposed. She felt wonderful in my arms, and looked radiant. It's true what they say about pregnant women. They really do glow.

Unbeknownst to Sookie, Laf had done one more thing to contribute to the night. He'd coached me on a special present for her. I knew with every fiber of my being that I was about to humiliate myself, but in the name of love, I knew no one would hold it against me. I'd only hope Godric would be quite as forgiving, canine hearing and all.

Here goes nothing.


I was dancing with Jason, when the music stopped, and I heard Eric's voice through the speakers. We all turned our attention to him, and he was standing on the stage, looking a little pale. Why was he nervous?

He held a glass of champagne in his hand, and asked for everyone's attention.

"Thank you everyone, for being here tonight. I speak for Sookie and I when I say it means the world we could share this with you." He paused a moment, smiled, and continued. "Now, you all know of my wife's obvious musical talent. She's sung to me on more than one occasion, and it was wonderful every time. But tonight, I thought I would try my very best to return the favor. I can't promise this won't be horrible, but Sookie," he held his glass up to me, "my love, this is for you."

At that moment, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Eric cleared his throat, and looked over his shoulder to Laf, who was seated with his guitar. They nodded to each other, and Laf started plucking the strings, playing out the first chords of the Beatles' "Something".

Eric started singing, and I was surprised. He was pretty dang good! His voice was obviously much deeper than George Harrison's, but it worked perfectly.

Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

I felt an arm around my waist, and Jason was there, giving me a brotherly hug, as I cried happy tears. My husband was singing to me, and it meant the world.

I stood there, teary-eyed, watching him sing the words as if he'd written them just for me. When he reached the last verse, I stepped up to him, and took his hand.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how.

When the last word was out of his mouth, I leapt forward and threw my arms around his neck, needing to be as close as possible. He was laughing and hugging me, as I managed to squeak out, "Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"

He set me down, and said, "I can't! You've gone deaf out of love, I think." He was being silly, and I choked out a laugh, then kissed him sweetly on the mouth.

"I love you, Mr. Northman."

"And I love you, Mrs. Northman."

We held each other, and danced the night away with our family and friends. I couldn't have hoped for a better wedding.


As the party started winding down, the itch to get my wife up to our bedroom became, uh... harder and harder to ignore. Just seeing her in that dress, looking like a goddess, was torture.

Laf turned out to be our savior in more ways than one, wedding planner extraordinaire, and our very own psychic friend. He saw the way Sookie and I kept stealing glances at each other, so when he announced it was time for the bride and groom to take their leave, I could have kissed him. While the others weren't quite ready to call it a night, we decided to let them party as long as they wanted.

Sookie didn't do a traditional bouquet-toss, she more or less thrust the flowers into Tara's hands, making a show of who she thought should get married next. I'd never seen Sam blush that color before.

I took Sookie's hand in mine and asked, "Ready?"

She smiled. "Definitely."

We walked hand in hand back up to the house. I was more than ready to make love to my wife.

She giggled as I picked her up to carry her over the threshold. I also made a point to carry her all the way up to our bedroom, which was, to our surprise, bathed in candlelight.

She sighed contentedly. "We have wonderful friends." She looked at me with peace in her eyes. "This is perfect."

I set her down on her feet and kissed her heatedly. She whispered into my lips, "Take off your clothes, husband. I'll be back in a minute."

Who the hell knew getting called husband would set me off? I growled at the loss of her warmth, but obliged my bride, disrobing as she glided into the bathroom and shut the door.

I made no move to cover myself, and sat on top of the covers on the bed, with my back against the headboard, waiting for her to return. Just a couple minutes later, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Sookie emerged from the darkness.

I was making a very conscious effort not to swallow my tongue. Her hair was down in waves around her shoulders, and she was wearing a tiny white and ice blue lacy, see-through negligee. I didn't know what to call it, but as far as I was concerned, it was created for Sookie alone. It was innocent and naughty at the same time, just like her. Her perfect breasts were on display, and she looked like she wanted to be devoured. She came to the right man.

She could see my physical reaction very clearly, and my eyes weren't the only thing practically weeping for her attention. She glided over to me, and standing next to the bed, she ran her hand from my cheek, all the way down to my toes, without touching my aching cock. I whimpered. I'm man enough to admit it. I wanted her to touch me, and I didn't want her to be gentle.

Once again, she seemed to read my mind. She moved to straddled me, and she leaned up to kiss me, hard. It was full of fire, and bruising, but I didn't care. She consumed me, and I happily let her.

She kept a hand on my chest, telling me wordlessly not to move. My vixen was back, and wanted to call the shots. I was more than happy to let her.

She traced her lips down my neck, biting as she went. I groaned, but she kept going, taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking lightly, then biting down, hard. I cried out, but not from the pain. It felt so fucking good, and I thrust my hips up to her, trying to get some friction. She continued following her trail, down my stomach, over my hips. She nestled herself between my legs, and as she positioned herself right above my throbbing shaft, she looked up into my eyes... and winked.

I growled as she licked my entire length, hard, from bottom to top, then took as much of me as she could into her hot, wet mouth. I fisted the sheets, trying to stop myself from flying off the bed, as her tongue swirled and her head bobbed up and down. When she sucked, I thought I was going to pass out. Fuck me, I'd never get enough of her.

She had me panting like a dog in record time, but I didn't want it to end. I pulled her up to me and kissed her hungrily, causing her to moan, then yelp in surprise as I flipped her over. It was my turn.

In the blink of an eye, she was naked before me, hard nipples standing at attention, her legs splayed open, waiting for my mouth to devour her. I palmed her breasts, flicking her nipples so she cried out, then I descended onto her glistening sex. She tasted like honey, sweet and sticky. I lapped at her folds, while my fingers made their way inside, stroking her in just the right spot. She came hard onto my hand, but I kept at it, until she begged me to stop.

"Eric, please... please fuck me. I need you," she pleaded.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I moved up her body, hooking her legs over my arms, and I plunged into her, fast and hard. We both cried out. She fit me so perfectly, so tight and hot. I loved how she could take me all in. We were made for each other. I pumped into her, over and over, and she screamed my name, hitting her second orgasm of the night. Her walls clenched and pulled at me, but I kept at it. I needed her to come again before I let myself go. The look on her face as she came was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I folded her legs back further so I could hit her spot even harder. She thrashed around, completely overcome with pleasure. It turned me on so much, and I knew I was going to lose it soon. I reached down, and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her hips left the bed, wanting more. She started throbbing with orgasm once again, and it sent me over the edge. As I called her name, she contracted around me, milking me of every last drop.

I was lucky I didn't crush her, as my body fell limp back onto the bed. She immediately curled into my side, despite the fact we were both sweating and panting for breath.

"Geez, baby, you've really ruined me for all other men. I hope you're happy with yourself," she said, amusement in her voice.

I looked down at her, and grinned. "I guess it's a good thing we're stuck with each other, then, huh?"

She giggled. "Oh, yes. I love that I'm stuck with you, husband."

I sighed, and kissed her forehead. "I love that I'm stuck with you, too, wife."

We made love slowly again that night, before we passed out in each others' arms, sated, and deliriously happy to be together forever.


The transition into married life was the easiest thing in the world. After a week-long honeymoon in St. Maarten, we fell back into an easy routine. Nothing much changed between us, which was pretty amazing considering some of the horror stories you hear about people thinking marriage is the cure for any and all relationship problems. As sickening as some people thought it was, we never really had anything major come up. I suppose we got so used to talking about anything and everything, there was no room left for tension. Whatever the reason, I thanked my lucky stars for having such a wonderful, doting husband.

We did have a few scares along the way with the baby. I was told once again I was overdoing things, and ordered to rest as much as possible. It's true, we were taking on a lot. We'd added an additional two bedrooms to the main floors of the house, while Eric converted the garage into a gym/mancave. All I knew is there were power tools, and it was more than enough to keep me away.

We decided early on in the pregnancy that even though we'd be curious, we wanted the sex of the baby to be a surprise. It made decorating the nursery a little trickier, but the room was beautiful nonetheless. Eric caught me fast asleep in there more than once when he came home from work, but it gave me such a sense of calm, I couldn't stay away. Eric would just come in and carry me back to our bed, telling me how much he loved us both. I told him everyday that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I never had to explain why.

On a particularly beautiful day in the spring, I found myself with the urge to work in the garden. It wasn't overly hot outside yet, but I couldn't resist slipping into a long, white sundress, hoping to catch a little color. Eric was out for the morning, helping Tray with the deck he was building in his and Amelia's backyard. They'd moved in together a few months after our wedding, and they couldn't have been happier. Tray liked to call me his fairy matchmaker every time he saw me. I just reminded him to name their firstborn after me. Nothing special.

I was on my knees in front of the garden, planting sunflowers, when Eric came into view from around the side of the house. I smiled brightly, taking in his glorious physique. He was home early, so they probably hadn't gotten much accomplished today. He was wearing black jogging pants and a tight white wife beater. Lord, what that man did to my hormones, pregnancy or not.

He grinned broadly when he saw me, so I got to my feet and met him with a hug and a sweet kiss, greeting with a "welcome home, honey."

I froze for a moment, getting a strange flash of déjà vu.

"Lover, what is it?" Eric asked, suddenly concerned.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, just a weird feeling." I was about to explain further, when I felt an odd sensation, then moisture dripping down my legs.

"What? Sookie, what is it?" Eric was frantic.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Honey, it's time. My water just broke. The baby's coming."

I was thankful beyond the telling of it that Eric was the poster boy for calm and collected, because I sure as hell wasn't. He took control, and kept me as grounded as possible. I wish I could say it was an easy labor, and that it's true what they say about it being "the kind of pain you forget". Bullshit. It was excruciating!

I suppose I got off lucky, though, in the end. After four hours of labor, our son came into the world. Max Alexander Northman, named for his grandfather, was seven pounds, one ounce, and perfect in every way.

I held him in my arms as he slept, just watching him. Eric was cuddled up with us in the tiny hospital bed, holding us closely. There was a serene smile on his lips as he watched his son. It made my heart soar.

He started lulling me to sleep by speaking soft words in Swedish. He did it often, and when I'd ask him what he was saying, he just smiled, and said I already knew. In my heart, I did. I knew he was telling me how thankful he was for finding me, and how much he loved me. Now, it was how much he loved us.

I drifted off to sleep listening to his voice, knowing everything was as it was meant to be. I couldn't ask for anything more.

A/N: *cries* I can't believe it's over! While I'm upset to see them go, I'm so happy with the way things turned out. I hope you're all happy with it, too.

Now, I've mentioned to some of you already, the story is ending, but there will be some one-shots in the future. I have 3 planned, but I need a little break first. I have another story I'm working on, so when I know more about it, I will send an update through this one to let you all know.

I have to thank you all for your amazing support. You all make me want to write, and I thank you for your kind words and encouragement. *kisses*

I especially want to thank my two favorite ladies, Gaby and Anne, aka GabrielleBlue and Northwoman. I couldn't have done this without them, and I love you both for it! Mouah!

That's all for now, sweeties. See you soon!

xoxo Keri :)