The Orignal "History of Us" and Random Drabbles
“Hmm,” Veronica hummed into you ear. You flinch and then bite back any expletives you want to lash out at her because you know it’s your fault. She told you to go to class. She told you she would help you study. And now midterms are upon you and you’re screwed. And not in the good way either. She’s withholding sex and she’s teasing you mercilessly. Yep! You’re girlfriend’s a keeper.
“You know this is supposed to be like a job, right? And with your work allergy, I figured we would need to be more creative.” Veronica murmurs in your ear. You nod, not really listening, until she starts licking your ear.
“Very Funny, babe, but you said I had to study, and you’re testing me.” You reply, kissing her quickly on the mouth. Hey, you’re no angel! And neither is Veronica. Thank God.
"Who termed ‘Sociology’, Logan?” Veronica says easily slipping into her ‘ditzy horny co-ed voice’. You choke once, before attempting to breathe. Think Echolls! Think.
“Um.. French. Guy old. Dead Now- Comte.” You choke out grinning as she takes off her hoodie. Damnit she’s wearing three tank tops. You make a mental note to sue whoever came up with layers. And grin when she moves your laptop off your lap and sits.
“Hmm,” Veronica hums again and you want to strangle her. “Motivation. I tried to think of non-destructive things that would motivate you to do better in school, and this is my ingenious plan.”
“Withholding Sex for weeks? Sex was my only motivation to go to class. “ You snark, leaning up for a kiss. She pecks you on the cheek before doing a very tawdry thing with her hips.
“Motivation. Because when Midterms are over, I am skipping class with my sloth of a boyfriend and celebrating. And telling Dad I am at Mac’s for the whole three day weekend.” She whispers. “Now, impress me with your knowledge of biology.”
**
“Logan, dude. A’s. You text Ronnie during the test?” Dick laughed looking at your midterm. You blush at the thought of your girlfriend, and actually feel your face warm up.
“She has interesting study strategies. Like flash- cards.” You choke out.
Dick just looks at you funny and follows the hot brunette that just walked by. Walking up to Veronica. You smile and lift her into one of your patented spinning hugs. She smiles, and you smile and then you nudge her with her hip.
"Wanna go study in the Library?
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Supply and He will Demand
“Logan, you got a sec?” Veronica Mars asks, gently touching the shoulder of her former beau. She pretends he doesn’t smile when she touches him, but it was so easy to be happy when Logan was. She presses her lips together to hide the smile and leans against the nearest locker.
“What can you tell me about the janitor, Lucky?”
“How much do you normally charge for a case? 50 bucks an hour? If I’m going to be your informant, Ms. Bristow, you’re going to have to pay me. Supply and Demand and all that whatever.” Logan smirks, looking at her seriously.
Veronica takes a second before frowning, “You make more than I do by breathing the ‘oh so odious’ Echolls air. What do you need Richie Rich?” Veronica knows he’s probably teasing, but fitting into those old roles they fit so well was easy. He would bait her, and then she would bite back ten times harder than what he intended.
“Kiss me.” He said simply, avoiding eye contact. Veronica figured he had several reactions played out in his head. She could do it- no complaint, but that wouldn’t be fun. If she did complain, he’d know that she still had unresolved feelings for him.
“You never could make things easier, could you?”
“I’m a complicated man in a complicated world.” Logan said, again making eye contact. He said more in one look at her than hours talking with Duncan did. And he knew it too, which made everything harder.
With a quick scan of the hallway, Veronica leaned in and kissed him. She could feel his smile against her mouth as he maneuvered them so she was pinned against the wall. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for a minute, Veronica enjoyed it. Then she promptly bit down hard and smiled as they pulled apart.
“Feisty.” He grinned pulling her close again to kiss her on the forehead. He liked to do that a lot it seemed, “So Lucky graduates-”
**
“I like to start every school day with a hot blonde waiting for me in the parking lot.” Logan smiles, and Veronica decides the best course of action is to ignore the comment.
“But if you want to pump me- for information, of course, my price just went up.”
“Now Logan, your laziness astounds me. Let me guess, you want me to kick the puppies for you?” Veronica chirped in, making both of them laugh.
“You know I quit kicking the puppies years ago. I kicked one. Once. And that was because it was humping my leg. I want something else.”
“Really? Like a soul? Because I can call Willow and she can get you one real quick.”
“I want you to go to Prom with me. Whole night. I’ll give you any information you want about anything. During Juniors golf, my average was +1. My Bank account currently has 5 mill in it-”
“You’re insufferable.”
“But single, and you’re single. And single people make couples and couples go to prom. Come on, Ron. Old times sake?”
**
“See? Nice. I behaved and everything.” Logan grinned, offering her his champagne bottle. She politely declined and put her head against his chest. They swayed together for a little longer before Veronica’s head whipped up to glare at him.
“I’m an 18 year old boy. Looking at Linoleum makes me want to have sex. It’s all your fault anyway. You’re too short. We fit well together.”
Veronica rolled her eyes at him and put her head back on his chest. Wallace and Jackie had left hours ago, and Dick had given up on getting laid tonight. The few stragglers were still dancing, leaving Veronica contractually bound to dance with him. Yawning, she maneuvered them over to the bench and sat them down.
“Tired.” She mumbled leaning against him. He took one last swig from his bottle before throwing it in the garbage. “Smell good.” She added sniffing at his neck.
“I’m sorry Veronica.” Logan whispered kissing her forehead. Picking her up, he deposited her on his bed and gently told the others to leave or call cabs. Kicking his shoes off, he made sure he was as far away as possible from Veronica and went to sleep.
**
“Dude, Ronnie MADE us food.” Dick smiled, looking awfully not-hungover. Logan waved at Dick before plopping down next to him. “You and Champagne dude, you can out drink me in everything, but champagne makes you all weird.”
“Tell that to whatever’s left of his stomach.” Veronica giggled, placing the pancakes in front of them. Logan nodded in thanks before downing the pancakes and the accompanying coffee.
“There was iced tea in the party pig.” Veronica chuckled, ruffling Dick’s hair. “I washed it out this morning before Kendall showed up. That was interesting.”
“I was unconscious,” Logan said raising his right hand. “I don’t pay for free milk.”
“Yeah I heard her on the phone. They thought if we were on bad terms during the case it would be better for Aaron.” Veronica giggled
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Daddy Woes
This fic would never, EVER have happened. Ever.
But I felt like writing it!
“Hmm,” Veronica pondered looking at the non-descript Manila Envelope from ‘Bartson Labroratories’. To her knowledge, she had not sent for a paternity test. Again. She knew her who her two parents were. Which meant that Logan or Dick were having a parental crisis. Interesting. Very interesting. Oh well. They knew they shouldn’t leave the mail for her to get. Gleefully opening the envelope, her hands started shaking as it dropped to the floor.
“LOGAN! COME HERE! NOW!”
“Babe, it’s two in the morning.” Logan grumbled scratching his abs. His pretty, yet slightly hair abs. His hair is a jumbled mess and his boxers are dangerously low to flashing you. He stumbles over to you, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. It’s very LOGAN somehow, and it’s oddly comforting. You kiss him, and then you start crying. Logan never wants to kiss when you’re crying, you come to realize and then he starts stroking your hair asking you what’s wrong. Older Logan scares you sometimes.
You peel the slightly tear-dropped piece of paper off the floor and hand it to him.
“Whoa, you’re not pregnant are you? Holy fucking fuck fuckedy fuck.” Logan whispered his mouth mouthing the words of the piece of paper. He looks at you, before swearing some more and then re-reading it. He knows why you’re crying.
“All of those years of- him. That bastard, I had to? Why?” Logan whimpers and he’s crying with you now, and you’re just so hurt, and feel so bad for him. Years of abuse- no torture of living with that sick, sick bastard. Veronica wanted to scream. Picking up the small vase sitting on the end table, she chucked it at Dick’s door scaring both him and herself.
“Sorry,” You say sheepishly, wiping your tears. You wrap your arms around his middle and rub his back while he cries for his lost childhood. Dick stumbles out of his room, and looks at the crushed pile of glass and then at the two of you.
“Your lovey-feelings finally manifested in physical form?” Dick asks before grimacing, “Wait. That would be freakin’ nasty.”
“Aaron wasn’t my father- Trina gets all of his money.” Logan says in that poor little lost boy voice of his. You stroke his hair now, and wipe the tears out of his eyes. You murmur in his ear and try to get his fist to unclench. You’re scared now. Logan is capable of so many things that would ruin him. “But now I get all of my mom’s- which is half of Aaron’s and all of hers.”
“Whoa, hold up. If Mr. Shitty McFather is not his Daddy, who is?” Dick asks grabbing the sheet. “I mean, come on we should beat him or something for leaving you with him.”
“Maybe he didn’t know.” You say gently, seeing his fists clench. “Lynn might have thought you were Aaron’s and not even gave it a second thought- like my mom. Logan, you need to chill. Or call Weevil and you can fight him.”
“I know, Girly.” He says and you cringe. Out of all the nicknames he could have picked. “At least we know OUR parents were never together.”
“Thank God for small miracles and not living in Neptune all of your life!” You say in you’re excited voice. You put your hand up and he gives you a five and you want to laugh. But you’re too busying mourning.
“I’ll look into, if you want Logan.” You add quietly, your arms going around him again. He kisses your forehead and nods.
“We’ll look into it tomorrow. After sex.” He laughs hauling you over his shoulder. Dick laughs at you until you flash your skirt up at him. The laughter stops
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Suddenly I See
Three weeks after they got divorced, Veronica moved her four children into Logan’s beachside mansion. Wallace seemed happy with the decision, Mac gave her silent support, and two of her four children were happy about it. 2/3 approval was good enough for her.
Well, she figured that she and Keith were a little biased. Logan was his father after all. They had never lied to Keith about his paternity, he knew he was an Echolls. Maybe that caused all the problems with Derrick in the first place, Veronica didn’t really care. She was happy with Logan. Keith liked Logan more than he ever liked his stepfather. It was win-win. Her twins however, were still obsessed with their father who abandoned them. When Logan started showing up three years ago, somehow they knew he would be the one around and not their father. They made Logan’s life hell.
Leah, ever the impassive one, accepted Logan’s place in their little screwed up family.
“You’re a covers hog.” Logan grumbled, pulling her warm cocoon away from her. Grinning, Veronica made the compromise of rolling on top of Logan and pooling their warmth. “Hmm. Better.”
“This is going to be a festival of suck.” Veronica murmured placing her ear to his chest.
“You never cheated on Derrick. It was very boring and platonic. We played Scrabble once. I babysat for free. The only ones that make it sucky are the twins from hell.”
“They are my kids, you know.”
“Yes, and they hate me.” Logan said honestly, “ I don’t know if I blame them. But it’s not my fault Derrick was gone 10 months out of the year. It’s not my fault that he couldn’t take time for them.”
“Well, maybe when they’re seven or sixteen they’ll like you.” Veronica giggled.
“Hopefully before they hit puberty.”
**
“I’m a Princess!” Leah announced, running to the kitchen and adjusting her tiara. Veronica set a bowl of Macaroni in front of her, and went into the drawer to get a spoon. Keith was off- doing whatever teenagers do now, and the twins were pouting. There were tons of neighbors in their gated community, and a park at the beach. Yet Kane and Erica insisted on sitting around the house and pouting all day. Leah, however was living it up in San Diego.
“Daddy took me to the beach and we made a sandcastle!” Leah babbled, scarfing down her macaroni. “He said my pink taffy skirt would get dirty, but he let me wear my crown. And then a puppy ran by and Daddy caught it with one hand! He gave it back though. He said ‘Ask your Mother’. Is it okay if I call Logan, Daddy? Because Other-Daddy never liked being called Daddy.”
Veronica gave her daughter a terse smile and fixed her tiara for her. “If Logan is okay with being called ‘Daddy’ then you can call him Daddy.”
“Okay. Cool! I’m gonna go play!” Leah smiled, hopping out of her chair, and hopping out the back door to the beach. Sometimes private beaches, and gated communities of the elite came in handy.
Logan moved to avoid the tiny brunette running past him, before hanging his surfboard outside the door. Stripping off his wet suit, shook the excess water off and padded into the kitchen.
“Hey beautiful.” Logan greeted kissing Veronica once on the lips. The twins peaked their heads into the kitchen and then made barfing noises.
“Leah wants to call you Daddy.” Veronica said quietly, a tear running down her cheek. Logan wiped it away with his thumb and smiled. His arms automatically went around her and he smiled like an idiot. Hearing the padding of feet, Logan groaned at the scene that was about to take place.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Keith said mimicking the sounds of his youngest siblings. He put his keys on the counter and glared at the twins. “Dudes. I love you. But your dad was a loser. He’s gone all the time. He doesn’t call. He treats Mom like crap. You need to get over it and quit blaming Logan for your Daddy-Issues. Grow up. Cry it out. Don’t just sit there and pout about it until school starts.”
**
“School! School!” Leah said dancing around the kitchen. “Who’s taking me to school, Mommy? Daddy? Keith? GrandDaddy? The bus? The neighbors?”
“Sweet, it’s only seven in the morning. You got a couple of hours.” Logan said downing the rest of his coffee. “I’ll take you today, Mommy had to go into work early. Keith will take you tomorrow.”
“I like being RICH.” Leah said taking off her backpack and going through all of her new school supplies. All pink, of course. Keith came out and did a little wave before heading straight for the coffee pot.
“Dude, not a word. You and mom made me quit Jolt.”
“You know this is supposed to be like a job, right? And with your work allergy, I figured we would need to be more creative.” Veronica murmurs in your ear. You nod, not really listening, until she starts licking your ear.
“Very Funny, babe, but you said I had to study, and you’re testing me.” You reply, kissing her quickly on the mouth. Hey, you’re no angel! And neither is Veronica. Thank God.
"Who termed ‘Sociology’, Logan?” Veronica says easily slipping into her ‘ditzy horny co-ed voice’. You choke once, before attempting to breathe. Think Echolls! Think.
“Um.. French. Guy old. Dead Now- Comte.” You choke out grinning as she takes off her hoodie. Damnit she’s wearing three tank tops. You make a mental note to sue whoever came up with layers. And grin when she moves your laptop off your lap and sits.
“Hmm,” Veronica hums again and you want to strangle her. “Motivation. I tried to think of non-destructive things that would motivate you to do better in school, and this is my ingenious plan.”
“Withholding Sex for weeks? Sex was my only motivation to go to class. “ You snark, leaning up for a kiss. She pecks you on the cheek before doing a very tawdry thing with her hips.
“Motivation. Because when Midterms are over, I am skipping class with my sloth of a boyfriend and celebrating. And telling Dad I am at Mac’s for the whole three day weekend.” She whispers. “Now, impress me with your knowledge of biology.”
**
“Logan, dude. A’s. You text Ronnie during the test?” Dick laughed looking at your midterm. You blush at the thought of your girlfriend, and actually feel your face warm up.
“She has interesting study strategies. Like flash- cards.” You choke out.
Dick just looks at you funny and follows the hot brunette that just walked by. Walking up to Veronica. You smile and lift her into one of your patented spinning hugs. She smiles, and you smile and then you nudge her with her hip.
"Wanna go study in the Library?
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Supply and He will Demand
“Logan, you got a sec?” Veronica Mars asks, gently touching the shoulder of her former beau. She pretends he doesn’t smile when she touches him, but it was so easy to be happy when Logan was. She presses her lips together to hide the smile and leans against the nearest locker.
“What can you tell me about the janitor, Lucky?”
“How much do you normally charge for a case? 50 bucks an hour? If I’m going to be your informant, Ms. Bristow, you’re going to have to pay me. Supply and Demand and all that whatever.” Logan smirks, looking at her seriously.
Veronica takes a second before frowning, “You make more than I do by breathing the ‘oh so odious’ Echolls air. What do you need Richie Rich?” Veronica knows he’s probably teasing, but fitting into those old roles they fit so well was easy. He would bait her, and then she would bite back ten times harder than what he intended.
“Kiss me.” He said simply, avoiding eye contact. Veronica figured he had several reactions played out in his head. She could do it- no complaint, but that wouldn’t be fun. If she did complain, he’d know that she still had unresolved feelings for him.
“You never could make things easier, could you?”
“I’m a complicated man in a complicated world.” Logan said, again making eye contact. He said more in one look at her than hours talking with Duncan did. And he knew it too, which made everything harder.
With a quick scan of the hallway, Veronica leaned in and kissed him. She could feel his smile against her mouth as he maneuvered them so she was pinned against the wall. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for a minute, Veronica enjoyed it. Then she promptly bit down hard and smiled as they pulled apart.
“Feisty.” He grinned pulling her close again to kiss her on the forehead. He liked to do that a lot it seemed, “So Lucky graduates-”
**
“I like to start every school day with a hot blonde waiting for me in the parking lot.” Logan smiles, and Veronica decides the best course of action is to ignore the comment.
“But if you want to pump me- for information, of course, my price just went up.”
“Now Logan, your laziness astounds me. Let me guess, you want me to kick the puppies for you?” Veronica chirped in, making both of them laugh.
“You know I quit kicking the puppies years ago. I kicked one. Once. And that was because it was humping my leg. I want something else.”
“Really? Like a soul? Because I can call Willow and she can get you one real quick.”
“I want you to go to Prom with me. Whole night. I’ll give you any information you want about anything. During Juniors golf, my average was +1. My Bank account currently has 5 mill in it-”
“You’re insufferable.”
“But single, and you’re single. And single people make couples and couples go to prom. Come on, Ron. Old times sake?”
**
“See? Nice. I behaved and everything.” Logan grinned, offering her his champagne bottle. She politely declined and put her head against his chest. They swayed together for a little longer before Veronica’s head whipped up to glare at him.
“I’m an 18 year old boy. Looking at Linoleum makes me want to have sex. It’s all your fault anyway. You’re too short. We fit well together.”
Veronica rolled her eyes at him and put her head back on his chest. Wallace and Jackie had left hours ago, and Dick had given up on getting laid tonight. The few stragglers were still dancing, leaving Veronica contractually bound to dance with him. Yawning, she maneuvered them over to the bench and sat them down.
“Tired.” She mumbled leaning against him. He took one last swig from his bottle before throwing it in the garbage. “Smell good.” She added sniffing at his neck.
“I’m sorry Veronica.” Logan whispered kissing her forehead. Picking her up, he deposited her on his bed and gently told the others to leave or call cabs. Kicking his shoes off, he made sure he was as far away as possible from Veronica and went to sleep.
**
“Dude, Ronnie MADE us food.” Dick smiled, looking awfully not-hungover. Logan waved at Dick before plopping down next to him. “You and Champagne dude, you can out drink me in everything, but champagne makes you all weird.”
“Tell that to whatever’s left of his stomach.” Veronica giggled, placing the pancakes in front of them. Logan nodded in thanks before downing the pancakes and the accompanying coffee.
“There was iced tea in the party pig.” Veronica chuckled, ruffling Dick’s hair. “I washed it out this morning before Kendall showed up. That was interesting.”
“I was unconscious,” Logan said raising his right hand. “I don’t pay for free milk.”
“Yeah I heard her on the phone. They thought if we were on bad terms during the case it would be better for Aaron.” Veronica giggled
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Daddy Woes
This fic would never, EVER have happened. Ever.
But I felt like writing it!
“Hmm,” Veronica pondered looking at the non-descript Manila Envelope from ‘Bartson Labroratories’. To her knowledge, she had not sent for a paternity test. Again. She knew her who her two parents were. Which meant that Logan or Dick were having a parental crisis. Interesting. Very interesting. Oh well. They knew they shouldn’t leave the mail for her to get. Gleefully opening the envelope, her hands started shaking as it dropped to the floor.
“LOGAN! COME HERE! NOW!”
“Babe, it’s two in the morning.” Logan grumbled scratching his abs. His pretty, yet slightly hair abs. His hair is a jumbled mess and his boxers are dangerously low to flashing you. He stumbles over to you, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. It’s very LOGAN somehow, and it’s oddly comforting. You kiss him, and then you start crying. Logan never wants to kiss when you’re crying, you come to realize and then he starts stroking your hair asking you what’s wrong. Older Logan scares you sometimes.
You peel the slightly tear-dropped piece of paper off the floor and hand it to him.
“Whoa, you’re not pregnant are you? Holy fucking fuck fuckedy fuck.” Logan whispered his mouth mouthing the words of the piece of paper. He looks at you, before swearing some more and then re-reading it. He knows why you’re crying.
“All of those years of- him. That bastard, I had to? Why?” Logan whimpers and he’s crying with you now, and you’re just so hurt, and feel so bad for him. Years of abuse- no torture of living with that sick, sick bastard. Veronica wanted to scream. Picking up the small vase sitting on the end table, she chucked it at Dick’s door scaring both him and herself.
“Sorry,” You say sheepishly, wiping your tears. You wrap your arms around his middle and rub his back while he cries for his lost childhood. Dick stumbles out of his room, and looks at the crushed pile of glass and then at the two of you.
“Your lovey-feelings finally manifested in physical form?” Dick asks before grimacing, “Wait. That would be freakin’ nasty.”
“Aaron wasn’t my father- Trina gets all of his money.” Logan says in that poor little lost boy voice of his. You stroke his hair now, and wipe the tears out of his eyes. You murmur in his ear and try to get his fist to unclench. You’re scared now. Logan is capable of so many things that would ruin him. “But now I get all of my mom’s- which is half of Aaron’s and all of hers.”
“Whoa, hold up. If Mr. Shitty McFather is not his Daddy, who is?” Dick asks grabbing the sheet. “I mean, come on we should beat him or something for leaving you with him.”
“Maybe he didn’t know.” You say gently, seeing his fists clench. “Lynn might have thought you were Aaron’s and not even gave it a second thought- like my mom. Logan, you need to chill. Or call Weevil and you can fight him.”
“I know, Girly.” He says and you cringe. Out of all the nicknames he could have picked. “At least we know OUR parents were never together.”
“Thank God for small miracles and not living in Neptune all of your life!” You say in you’re excited voice. You put your hand up and he gives you a five and you want to laugh. But you’re too busying mourning.
“I’ll look into, if you want Logan.” You add quietly, your arms going around him again. He kisses your forehead and nods.
“We’ll look into it tomorrow. After sex.” He laughs hauling you over his shoulder. Dick laughs at you until you flash your skirt up at him. The laughter stops
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Suddenly I See
Three weeks after they got divorced, Veronica moved her four children into Logan’s beachside mansion. Wallace seemed happy with the decision, Mac gave her silent support, and two of her four children were happy about it. 2/3 approval was good enough for her.
Well, she figured that she and Keith were a little biased. Logan was his father after all. They had never lied to Keith about his paternity, he knew he was an Echolls. Maybe that caused all the problems with Derrick in the first place, Veronica didn’t really care. She was happy with Logan. Keith liked Logan more than he ever liked his stepfather. It was win-win. Her twins however, were still obsessed with their father who abandoned them. When Logan started showing up three years ago, somehow they knew he would be the one around and not their father. They made Logan’s life hell.
Leah, ever the impassive one, accepted Logan’s place in their little screwed up family.
“You’re a covers hog.” Logan grumbled, pulling her warm cocoon away from her. Grinning, Veronica made the compromise of rolling on top of Logan and pooling their warmth. “Hmm. Better.”
“This is going to be a festival of suck.” Veronica murmured placing her ear to his chest.
“You never cheated on Derrick. It was very boring and platonic. We played Scrabble once. I babysat for free. The only ones that make it sucky are the twins from hell.”
“They are my kids, you know.”
“Yes, and they hate me.” Logan said honestly, “ I don’t know if I blame them. But it’s not my fault Derrick was gone 10 months out of the year. It’s not my fault that he couldn’t take time for them.”
“Well, maybe when they’re seven or sixteen they’ll like you.” Veronica giggled.
“Hopefully before they hit puberty.”
**
“I’m a Princess!” Leah announced, running to the kitchen and adjusting her tiara. Veronica set a bowl of Macaroni in front of her, and went into the drawer to get a spoon. Keith was off- doing whatever teenagers do now, and the twins were pouting. There were tons of neighbors in their gated community, and a park at the beach. Yet Kane and Erica insisted on sitting around the house and pouting all day. Leah, however was living it up in San Diego.
“Daddy took me to the beach and we made a sandcastle!” Leah babbled, scarfing down her macaroni. “He said my pink taffy skirt would get dirty, but he let me wear my crown. And then a puppy ran by and Daddy caught it with one hand! He gave it back though. He said ‘Ask your Mother’. Is it okay if I call Logan, Daddy? Because Other-Daddy never liked being called Daddy.”
Veronica gave her daughter a terse smile and fixed her tiara for her. “If Logan is okay with being called ‘Daddy’ then you can call him Daddy.”
“Okay. Cool! I’m gonna go play!” Leah smiled, hopping out of her chair, and hopping out the back door to the beach. Sometimes private beaches, and gated communities of the elite came in handy.
Logan moved to avoid the tiny brunette running past him, before hanging his surfboard outside the door. Stripping off his wet suit, shook the excess water off and padded into the kitchen.
“Hey beautiful.” Logan greeted kissing Veronica once on the lips. The twins peaked their heads into the kitchen and then made barfing noises.
“Leah wants to call you Daddy.” Veronica said quietly, a tear running down her cheek. Logan wiped it away with his thumb and smiled. His arms automatically went around her and he smiled like an idiot. Hearing the padding of feet, Logan groaned at the scene that was about to take place.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Keith said mimicking the sounds of his youngest siblings. He put his keys on the counter and glared at the twins. “Dudes. I love you. But your dad was a loser. He’s gone all the time. He doesn’t call. He treats Mom like crap. You need to get over it and quit blaming Logan for your Daddy-Issues. Grow up. Cry it out. Don’t just sit there and pout about it until school starts.”
**
“School! School!” Leah said dancing around the kitchen. “Who’s taking me to school, Mommy? Daddy? Keith? GrandDaddy? The bus? The neighbors?”
“Sweet, it’s only seven in the morning. You got a couple of hours.” Logan said downing the rest of his coffee. “I’ll take you today, Mommy had to go into work early. Keith will take you tomorrow.”
“I like being RICH.” Leah said taking off her backpack and going through all of her new school supplies. All pink, of course. Keith came out and did a little wave before heading straight for the coffee pot.
“Dude, not a word. You and mom made me quit Jolt.”