"Are you sure you want this?" Sookie stood fidgeting on the front porch, her gaze darting to Eric every so often. "We can still…"

The Viking rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the railing and crossing the distance between them. He caught his Faerie around the waist, tugging her against his chest. "I think it's a bit late to change our minds now, lover."

"But we can, if you want," she was giving him an out, again. Eric could always glamour the social worker. They could go back to their happy little life. Sookie didn't need this. "Really, Eric, I know you never really wanted this."

Eric sighed as he clasped a finger under her chin, ensuring their orbs met as he offered her an assuring smile. "You're right. I never really wanted children when I was human. I saw no need, even as I became the King of my clan."

"What's changed then?" Sookie was nervous. She didn't want to end up pushing Eric away because of her silly desires. She would rather a lifetime of the two of them, alone, than anything else. She could accept being the doting aunt, and never the mother.

"Isn't it obvious?" his caught her lips in a swift, chaste kiss. "You."

"But…"

"I want this, Sookie. I was the one that suggested adoption, was I not? I was there when we were given the first photo of our daughter. I was there when we signed the damn papers. Now unless you wish to no longer do this, hush."

She wanted to argue with him, that it wasn't just that simple, but he merely brushed his lips across her forehead and ended their argument knowing she would do nothing more than poke him in the chest. Which she did. Repeatedly. She only stopped when a car began pulling up the long driveway.

Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Were they ready for this? Was she? Sookie had always had a complicated history with what she wanted out of her life. Did she want the normal future that Bill thought she deserved? With a human and children running around her house, her Fae powers no more? No, Sookie knew that for certain. She was set with being alone, even if it was painful. Until Eric came back and swooped into her life like time had never parted them at all. Two years later they were married. Two years after that, they were standing there waiting for their daughter to arrive.

Eric had known something was missing in his wife's life. He had seen it whenever Jason brought his children around. He had seen it whenever she lit up as she cuddled with her niece. He didn't want her unhappiness, and truth be told, the idea of raising a child with Sookie was a future he was entirely okay with. He had never wanted children, he hadn't lied about that. Never had he seen the need in his human life. But now? Sookie was his everything. She was his wife, his companion. She was his home. He couldn't imagine the idea without her. A child would bring her a great deal of happiness, and in turn, he would be just as happy. He would never admit to Pam, of course, but he had been planning for this day for the past year vigorously. He had put together a book of lullabies in Old Norse that he planned to lull his little girl to sleep with. He had her own very crib carved out of the trees from his home in Sweden. He had worked tirelessly in searching for just the perfect shade of yellow to paint her room, a colour that would match his memories of sunshine in his once human homeland.

There was not a doubt in the Viking's mind that he wanted this.

"Oh god, what if I'm not a good mother? What if I mess up? What if…" Sookie's breathing grew rapid as the social worker stepped out of the car, waving at the couple before ducking her head into the back seat.

"Lover, please," he rubbed her back gently in soothing circles. "You will be nothing short of a great mother to our child. You will love and treasure her, just as you do to everyone that you meet."

"What if someone tries to hurt her because of us? We're magnets for trouble, Eric," she wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to raise a child, to bring any sort of kid into this complicated world that they lived in.

He pecked her on the nose. "We will protect her. All will know not to harm the daughter of one of the oldest vampire's in the New World and a Faerie Princess. Your great-grandfather already ensured us that she would have royal Fae protection. She will have the same amongst the Louisiana vampires. She will be well protected. I would go to the end of the world and back again to keep both of my girls safe. I would do anything for the two of you."

Sookie wanted to melt at his words. She knew she was being hysterical. Eric had been nothing but supportive this entire time. And he had been right; it had been his idea. But she was still scared. Because Sookie Stackhouse wasn't supposed to get her happy ending. She wasn't supposed to be the girl with the loving husband and a house filled with the joy of a child. It wasn't supposed to be in the cards.

But there it was, the happy ending that she had always wished for as a kid.

The thought alone caused tears to form in her eyes. Eric shot her a worried glance before he delved into their bond, his frown quickly twisting back into a smile. He pressed love and encouragement to his wife before turning to greet the social worker.

Or at least, he had planned to before his gaze fell onto the tiny bundle in her arms.

His daughter.

Their daughter.

He had kept a copy of the picture the social worker had sent them in his pocket for the past three months. Whenever Fangtasia grew weary, or the memories of his maker and sister haunted him, the Viking would only have to peek at the photo and all would be well. She looked even different now than the days old newborn she was in the picture. A hand poked out through the blanket she was wrapped in, and he almost ripped her little form right out of the woman's grasp so he could take her into his arms, vowing to never let her go.

But instead, he held himself together. He was one of the first vampires to adopt a human child since the law had passed just over a year ago, and he didn't want anything to ruin his new life with his family.

Eric never realized just how much he needed this.

"We can do this," Sookie slipped her hand into Eric's, squeezing gently as she took in both her new daughter and husband.

One glance, and she knew without a doubt.

They were going to be all right.

There were going to be bumps along the way. But wasn't it the same for all new parents? Jason had called her plenty of times, complaining that he was a terrible parent. He wasn't, though. He hadn't fallen into their parent's shoes; he had turned out to be a wonderful father and Sookie was proud of him for it.

If her brother could do it, why couldn't she?

"Mr. and Mrs. Northman, I'd like you to meet your daughter."

Five Years Later

Eric stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes closed tightly as he remained perfectly still. His heightened senses were on alert as he searched for a single, specific sound within the house. He caught the dripping of water from the downstairs bathroom, noting to have a plumber called to fix it in the morning. He listened to the wind rustling the loose window shutter upstairs, cursing Jason for not fixing it properly. He could even hear the faint sounds of Jessica and Hoyt from across the cemetery.

Ah, but there it was.

Grinning from ear to ear, Eric's orbs popped open and he appeared in his and Sookie's bedroom moments later. A faint giggling sound could be heard from inside the walk in closet, and it took everything he could muster not to make a sound as he hurried over to the door, yanking it open.

"Well what do we have here?" he caught the form huddled in the corner with ease, lifting her up into his arms and over his shoulder.

"Daddy!" the five-year-old shrieked, giggles spilling out of her mouth as Eric carried her back downstairs, pulling her down onto the couch and into his lap. "I was gonna win!"

"Oh you were, were you?" Eric chuckled, lightly tickling her sides, her laughter growing so loud, he was certain Pam would have heard her from Fangtasia. "You know you can never defeat your father, Adele."

"Nuh uh! I can!" her curled brown locks flew every which way as she tried to twist away from his fingers. "No, Daddy, stop!"

The grin was never swiped from his face as his fingers calmed, instead gently tugging out the tangles that always seemed to originate even as the hyper girl stood perfectly still.

"Daddy?" those big blue eyes stared up at him as if he were the most important person in the world.

It made his undead heart swell. "Yes my favourite daughter?"

Her button nose scrunched up as her hand slapped at his arm. "I'm your only daughter, Daddy."

"Hm, don't tell your Aunt Pam or Willa that," he snickered.

"Daddy, am I a princess?"

Eric raised an eyebrow at the question. "Of course you're a princess, dearest."

"But," her thumb slowly moved upwards, a habit they had thought she had grown out of. But whenever she was upset, in her thumb went. "But Tommy at school said that I wasn't really a princess."

Tugging the thumb from her lips, he gave her a pointed look before bringing her closer so he could brush his lips across her forehead. "You are very much a princess."

"Really?" she asked hopefully, her eyes brightening at the mere thought that she might actually be a princess. Like Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty, and her favourite, Ariel.

Though Adele Northman would rather be a Queen. Because then she could live in a castle of ice and build snowmen that could talk and liked warm hugs.

"Did I ever tell you the story about the Viking King and the Faerie Princess…"

"Oh no, not that story again," Sookie walked into the room, her hands planted on her hips as she rolled her eyes. "Haven't we exhausted that one already?"

Adele's forehead wrinkled. "What does that mean?"

Eric snorted as he tucked her under his chin, Adele gladly curling around her father. It wasn't long before the girl was drifting off to sleep. It never took very long whenever she was in her father's arms.

Sookie grinned at the sight, fishing out her phone and snapping a photo and quickly sending it off to Pam. For someone who had never cared much about the telepath, and had been against their adopting a child, Pam was the most adamant about receiving pictures of the growing girl – especially when it involved her maker in a position she could tease him about later.

Five years, and Adele already had every single person she came into contact with wrapped around her little finger. It was only fitting, being the daughter of Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse.

"I think it's someone's bedtime," Sookie commented, nodding her head at the stairs. "Want me to take her? I know you haven't been to Fangtasia yet this week. I don't mind if you take off."

Eric shook his head, however, standing with the sleeping girl still in his arms. "Pam can handle Fangtasia without me. I'm quite content to be here with my two favourite girls."

It still amazed Sookie just how much Eric, and everything, had changed in the last decade. The only thing that hadn't literally changed was her. Niall had been more than happy to inform the couple after they had their last blood exchange that Sookie would now age much slower, the blood bond activating her Fae spark further. It was a relief to both of them, knowing neither would lose each other anytime soon.

"Shall we go tuck our little girl in?" Eric sent his wife a loving smile. He never imagined he would ever utter that sentence in his existence. But as he did so, he realized he never wanted to not be able to.

"I wouldn't want to do anything else in the world."

A/N: I couldn't help myself. I hated that they made it seem like Sookie couldn't have a 'normal' life as a Fae while being with a vampire. I mean hello adoption! And I mean, Eric Northman with a kid, guys. I NEEDED this visual more than anything in the world. Because perfection.

I sort of want to add little things here and there to do, so I'm going to take this off complete. If there's anything specific anyone would like to see, let me know! There's not really going to be a plot. It would just be a series of chapters/scenes of our favourite Viking/Faerie, and now their daughter Adele (who I am giving the middle name of Nora because his sister guys, his sister. It need it to be a thing).