Eric’s Story: Chapter 9
Once we were showered, warm and dry, Sookie and I spent most of our last night at the beach house talking about her letter and her decision. We said a lot of things that needed saying, and there were a lot of tears, but in the end we both felt that we had made considerable progress. We are both ready to make a huge sacrifice for the other’s happiness, and like she said in the letter, that’s what people who love each other do.
After Sookie fell asleep, I packed my suitcase, called the local sheriff to register as a new homeowner in her area, and called Pam to tell her we were coming home. Fangtasia was ready to open in a couple of nights, and I promised Pam that once things are running smoothly with the bar and escrow has closed, Sookie and I want her to consider being our first guest in the house for a hard-earned vacation. There are a handful of weeks in the coming months for which we already have rental agreements (set up by the previous owner), and we will honor those, of course, but then Sookie needs to decide whether or not she wants to continue renting the house out or not. Naturally, I’m hoping she’ll want to move here or at least stay for extended periods of time.
The rain had stopped by the time I took a walk on the beach. It was close to dawn. I thought about everything that has happened in recent weeks. It’s hard to believe that only a month ago, I was sitting at my desk every night tortured over my feelings for Sookie, convinced that I needed to stay away from her for her own sake. I know now that coming here was the best decision I’ve made in a long time because it gave us the privacy to get through some of the issues that we have, and yes, we still have a long way to go, but I am still very pleased with how far we’ve come. I feel like we’ve had the chance here to build a solid foundation and to learn to trust each other so much more. This is the fresh start that I was hoping for after Sookie’s injury, and it seems to be exactly what we both needed.
I am also amazed that I began this journey not knowing how to find this beach on a map, and now I am ready to make it my home. In some ways I am dreading returning to Shreveport. I dread dealing with the new regime, and I’ll have to continue to downplay my relationship with Sookie to the king. She and I still live apart there, and that does not please me, but these are all problems that can be dealt with, and she is certainly worth the trouble. I will focus on the small things like surprising her with the hammock on her front porch, telling her how much I love her every night, reminding her that we now have this home as a symbol of our bond, and that no matter what the future holds, whether our time together will be long or short, we will always have the memories of our lives shared here away from the rest of the world.
I returned to the house with only enough time for Sookie’s daily note and then I was in my bed to die for the day. My last thought before dawn took me was how for the first time in many centuries I now look forward to waking again every night and it’s all because of Sookie. What can I say? I just love her.
A/N: Please enjoy the next story in my series, One Year Later. Check my profile for the sequence after that. Enjoy!