Disclaimer: I do not own the Southern Vampires, True Blood or any Tim McGraw music lyrics. All rights to their respected owners. No beta...all mistakes are my own...

SPOV

"Just to see you smile

I'd do anything

That you wanted me too

When all is said and done

I'd never count the cost

It's worth all that's lost

Just to see you smile"

I was sitting in my car, driving home from yet another hard days work, listening to the old Tim McGraw song, Just to see you smile. It's one of my all time favourite songs, so of course I was singing along. Out of tune. And off key. But I was singing. I was pulling up into the driveway just as the first chorus of the song began. That is just my luck – I'm gonna have to sit in the car, in the drive, waiting until the song finishes. I just can't justify – even to myself – getting out of the car before the song was finished. I just love it too much. It's amazing.

As I am sitting perched in the drive I notice something strange. There is a light on in the upstairs window – my (well mine and my husband's) bedroom. Why is there a light on upstairs? Didn't I switch it off this morning when I left for work this morning? Surely Bill isn't home sick...He never gets sick...so it couldn't possibly be him? Oh My Gawd! What if there are burglars in the house?

Reluctantly, I climbed out of the car whenever the song finished. I hadn't even heard the rest of it. I was too preoccupied with who could possibly be in the bedroom upstairs to even realize that I was standing out in the rain.

I slowly walked up to the back door. I always park my car around the back. I don't know why, but I just do. It's something Bill always hated. He wants me to park around the front. Why though? I'd only have to carry all of my shopping and groceries through the whole house if I did that. Which, I remind myself are still in the car. Forcing myself to proceed, I unwillingly attempt to put my key into the lock when I drop my keys because I am fumbling and shaking about so much – I'm actually that nervous.

As I bend down to pick up the keys I notice the picture of my best friends and I at the opening of Eric's bar. What a happy night that was. We had gotten the photo taken at around 11:00 that night – for why I remember this I do not know. I was wearing a white dress with little red flowers, Pam was in a LBD Amelia was in a cute little purple number and Eric was in a white t-shirt, with a blazer over it and gray jeans on. We all looked amazing.

Anyways, after I retrieved my keys, I finally managed to put the key into the lock and turn it. Oh god. I can't ever remember being this nervous. Ever. Not even on my wedding day to Bill. In fact, I wasn't nervous at all on that particular day.

As I walk out through the kitchen, into the hall, I notice something strange. Really strange. There was a fluorescent pink bra lying in the hallway. Huh. I don't remember leaving my bra lying there. I must have dropped it on the way to the washing machine. Wait...no...that couldn't be right...I'd have noticed it this morning when I was leaving for work. Something isn't right. Come to think of it...since when do I own a pink bra. A fluorescent one at that. So not my taste. Well if its not me...how in the hell did this get here? I hope Bill didn't hope to surprise me with it. Its too tacky for me. And too small – I'm a 32DD and there is no way that this bra could possibly belong to me. It is possibly a G fitting. I know I got boobs, but even mine ain't that big. I wonder who it could possibly belong to?

Nervously now, I slowly ascend the stairs. Wondering what more surprises could possibly be waiting for me. I soon find that strewn all along the landing are more clothes – a woman's tank top with the bottom half missing so it only covered the boob arena, a pair of women's thongs, the shortest pair of shorts I have ever seen in my life, a pair of men's boxers, men's trousers and a man's t-shirt. I knew that the men's clothes most definitely belonged to Bill but whose were the other clothes? They most certainly weren't mine. I began to feel sick to the back teeth...but I forced myself to walk up to the bedroom door – which was closed something I never normally do when I leave in the morning (Bill is always away before I am in the mornings and never usually returns until near 10pm). As I approach I begin to hear really unusual sounds...I just wanna die right now..Oh well...here goes...3...2...1...

Like? Dislike? Let me know... Should I continue? Or not? Any ideas whose in the room? Any ideas for plot lines? (God that sounds like a really bad TV advert)