Created and originally written by Alan Ball
Sookie shut her eyes.
Instead of black, the inside of her eyelids rosed into a hue of pink. She heard the sun's heat, on her skin, in her hair, splayed out on the browning grass. It crackled under the weight of her growing body - a body for two.
Her fingers traced her hips and stomach, rippling skin, the miracle of motherhood. She thought of herself, and thought of her husband, compiling the two into what this new life would be.
Vampires are created, not born. That's what Bill said.
Sookie reminds herself again and again that the child will be human. Or at least part. The blood of the fae that runs within her has carried into the child she bears, blood irresistable to vampires - blood of light and music and throbbing life. The telepathy and ability to weild and bend light have also carried. Sookie can feel it. Her daughter will be more powerful than she is, a fae with a vampire father. The two worlds have finally embraced.
She wonders what her daughter's life will be like. With two such powerful parents, she will no doubt be special. A special girl with a special name: Adele. The name of Sookie's murdered grandmother. The child will carry her light and love into this world.
Laying on the lawn of her Louisiana home, the birds cry. The forests, thickly bestowed with the burden of summer, speak volumes in the day's heavy silence. In a few hours, it will be night. Bill will awaken.
Sookie lifts herself up from the crippling grass and props herself up on her elbows. Her summer dresses are becoming too small, she notices with the anticipation only a first-time mother can know. Her eyes squint to the trees surrounding her home, their home. Along with heavy swamp moss and vines hang beautiful lanterns that Bill picked out for her. Papers of blue and pink and silver and gold. They do not sway, do not move. The day is still. Sookie closes her eyes from the glare of the sun and smiles, awaiting the rise of the moon. The lanters will be lit. She will put on her pearls. Bill will escort her out, to dance, and sing, and smile into eachothers eyes. Husband and wife, mother and father, vampire and fae. All is right in Bontemps. It is perfect.
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