Could This Be Happening? Part 52
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 52
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 6372
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 52
VMVMVMVMVMVM
[After Season Three]
[2 days postpartum]
Logan shutters as a huge splash of water hits him right in the face. “How does something so little make such a big mess?” He looks over their surroundings.
Their rolling nursery crib including Will’s stuffed giraffe, is parked at the end of the counter with a few others. He and Veronica are standing along a long counter of baby tubs with six other families, in a puddle of water, giving Will a bath while a nurse instructs the new parents the best methods of bathing a tiny baby with limbs moving in every direction.
Veronica’s shirt is soaked and Logan thinks there is more water out of the tub than in the tub.
“At least it’s only water.” Veronica says as she picks Will up and tucks him into a fluffy towel. Her heart burst when Will settles into her chest, warm and clean from his bath and Logan leans down and kisses the top of his head.
Before she knows it, she’s sobbing in the middle of baby bath class with six other unfamiliar families in a close proximity.
Logan steps back from kissing Will’s head and is shocked to see tears rolls freely down Veronica’s face and her chest rising and falling as she stifles her cries. His eyes widen and his heart breaks as he wraps his strong arms around his family and holds them tight. “Snookums, what’s the matter?” He whispers in her hair.
“I… I don’t… k-k-know.” She cries. “You k-kissed…” [sniff] “…Will’s h-h-head and…” [hiccup] “…I… I started crying.”
Logan hugs her tighter and kisses her head then steps back slightly and kisses her forehead. “Honey, I’m sorry.” He tries to suppress his laugh, but smiles at his wife. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He kisses her lips quickly when she looks up at him with teary eyes. “It’s probably your hormones.”
“Fu-… [hiccup] …fuckin’ hormones.” She says while she pats Will’s body dry and Logan tries to contain the water puddle with a bath towel.
VMVMVMVMVMVM
“Finally.” Veronica says as she’s being wheeled to the front door of the hospital in a wheelchair. Logan is carrying Will in the baby carrier, covered with a blanket, close by with three candy-stripers following them, pushing carts filled with flower bouquets and gifts.
Logan’s baseball hat is pulled very low on his head and Veronica is wearing large, dark sunglasses, which Logan hates, and a hoodie to disguise themselves from the paparazzi.
Keith greets the Echolls family inside the hospital doors. “It’s not too bad out there.” He nods his head toward the parking lot. “I pulled your Saturn up behind the Mercedes.”
“Thanks, Keith.” Logan says as Keith peeks under the blanket to get a quick glimpse at his grandson before they have to dodge the photographers. He carefully replaces the blanket and tucks the edges in safely so the baby cannot be seen.
Keith kisses Veronica on the cheek. “How are you today, Honey?”
“Good. The post-partum aches and pains are here, unfortunately.” She grimaces.
“Okay, well, why don’t I start loading all the stuff into the Saturn.” Keith explains. Logan nods and tightens his grip on the baby carrier.
Veronica takes a deep breath, stands from the wheelchair and prepares herself to come face-to-face with the paparazzi.
“Babe, you worry about getting yourself in the car and I’ll worry about your bag and latching Will into his car seat, okay?” Logan says as more of a statement than a question.
“Yep.” Veronica pops the ‘p’ cheerfully and waits for Keith to finish loading the Saturn.
A few minutes later Logan and Veronica see Keith slam the back door of the SUV and come back into the hospital entranceway.
Logan kisses his wife softly on the temple and grips the baby carrier a little tighter. “Let’s roll.”
Veronica nods and takes a deep breath as Logan leads the way out the sliding doors of the hospital and into the media frenzy.
Logan tucks his head down and away from the photographers, shielding his face with the brim of his hat, the best he can, as he races to the back door of the Mercedes, climbs halfway into the car and clicks Will’s baby carrier into the car seat base without removing the covering.
The camera flashes surprise Veronica when she first steps outside but she pulls her hoodie a little further over her head and, with Keith’s help, gets in the passenger seat and connects her seatbelt.
Keith quickly kisses her covered head. “I’ll see you at home. Be careful.” He whispers before shutting the car door and scurrying to the Saturn parked behind the Mercedes.
Logan slams the back door and hurries around the car to the driver’s side and jumps in the vehicle quickly. He looks at his wife as he latches his seatbelt and breathes a sigh of relief then glances at their son and turns on the engine. “Well, that wasn’t too bad.”
For the first time since stepping outside of the hospital, Logan and Veronica get a chance to see the wall of paparazzi. About twelve photographers total, staring back at them from the hospital lawn at the edge of the driveway, clicking their cameras rapidly and yelling random questions to the couple, hoping for a glimpse of Aaron Echolls’ grandson and any type of reaction from the new parents.
Logan hits the gas and the Echolls squeal out of the hospital entrance driveway and across the parking lot with Keith, in the Saturn, trailing behind them closely, heading in the direction of their home. Only one or two photographers attempted to follow them but Logan and Keith are too stealthy and quickly lose their unwanted tails.
“It’s funny, I’ve dealt with my share of paparazzi and media coverage before but, is it me, or is it more intense now that we have Will to worry about?” Veronica asks Logan as she removes her hood and glasses.
Logan nods and glances at his wife before returning his attention to the highway. “No, it’s so much more intense now, trying to protect him from the evil vultures.”
“I guess we’ll be in a few rag mags now.” Veronica gestures an imaginary headline across a page with her fingers. “Echolls Heir Arrives Early, Sensational Sleuth Still Sexy, Story on Page two.”
Logan raises his eyebrows. “Sugarpuss, I’m not denying you’re sexy but I doubt it would make the headlines.”
She frowns. “Not even in a tabloid?”
“Afraid not.”
Will whimpers from the back seat and Logan looks at his son through the rearview mirror, into another small mirror attached to the back window at the reflection of his baby in his rear-facing car seat. Currently, the blanket is partial blocking Logan’s view but he can see wild arm movements and he knows a high-pitched wail is about to erupt from the newborn.
Logan chuckles. “I almost forgot he was back there.”
“I know, it’s a big adjustment, huh?” Veronica smiles at her husband as Will’s cry echoes in the car. She raises her voice in order for Logan to hear her over the baby. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
He winces at the volume of Will’s complaints and speeds the car up, darting through downtown Neptune.
VMVMVMVMVMVM
The Echolls’ Mercedes-Benz jolts to a stop in their driveway and Logan jumps out of the car quickly, opening the back door and releases Will’s baby carrier from the car seat base. He backs out of the car with the baby carrier in his hand as Will’s screams fill the air.
“I guess the neighbors know Will has arrived.” Logan says loudly, over his son’s cry as he follows Veronica into the house.
Backup greets his family at the garage door and hops with excitement when he spots Veronica. She kneels down to Backup’s level and he drenches her with sloppy dog kisses.
Will’s crying seems to grow frantic and his legs and arms punch and kick the air expressing his displeasure.
Logan takes the baby carrier to the kitchen and places it on the counter while he begins making a bottle.
The house phone rings and Logan answers it, as he carefully measures the formula into the brand new plastic bottles Veronica chose on their baby registry.
“Hello?” Logan says as he touches Will’s lips with the new bottle nipple.
“Oh. My. Gosh! I can totally hear Will crying. Ooooh! I want to fly down there and give him kisses all over…” Parker squeals over the phone.
Will’s lips open for the bottle and his tongue touches the nipple briefly then he squishes his face up in anger and screams louder than before.
Keith pushes through the garage door with two large flower bouquets in either hand. “Where do you want these?” He yells in the general direction of Logan and Veronica.
Logan looks curiously at Veronica with the phone to his ear, uninterested in what Parker has to say.
Veronica tries to approach the baby but Backup gets caught up in her legs. “Backup! Knock it off!” She yells and shoves the dog out of her path to investigate Will’s bottle problem more closely.
Parker is blabbing in the phone and Logan is barely listening to her, making ‘uh huh’ noises at regular intervals.
Logan pushes the nipple into Will’s mouth again and the baby rejects it with a huge scream of protest.
The doorbell buzzes loudly and Backup barks, darting to the front door.
Keith puts the flowers down on the nearest tabletop and strides to answer the door.
Backup continues to bark and his sound bellows down the foyer and into the rest of the house.
“Oh God, what are we going to do?” Veronica panics as she takes the bottle from Logan’s hand and attempts to shove the nipple in Will’s mouth again, only to be rejected. She looks at Logan with wide eyes and a quivering lower lip. “He doesn’t like this kind of bottle.”
Logan recognizes the fear in his wife’s face and begins to breathe heavily. He suddenly remembers Parker is on the phone. “We’ll call you back.” He monotones and hangs up on the blond without further acknowledgement.
Keith rounds the corner with two more bouquets of flowers and places them in the living room. “More flowers. I haven’t seen this many flowers since the morning of your wedding.” Keith jokes, unaware of any feeding problems in the kitchen.
Backup barrels into the kitchen and circles the couple’s legs, yelping and barking.
“Okay, I’ll run to the store and buy one of every other kind of bottle I can find.” He bolts out the garage door, leaving Veronica stuck in her place as Will’s screams reverberate through the large house.
Backup barks, needing attention as Veronica unbuckles Will from his carrier and holds him close to her chest. I’m not breastfeeding you. I don’t want to do that. I can’t. I can’t do that, Will. Please, Baby, please stop crying. Please. She sways her furious child and pats his butt as she begins to sob. “I can’t do this.” She mumbles amongst her hiccups. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
Keith sees Logan run out the door and notices Will is still crying. He approaches Veronica slowly and realizes she’s weeping and mumbling as she paces the kitchen. “Veronica?” He asks cautiously. “Everything alright?”
Logan’s cell phone rings on the kitchen counter and Backup barks, demanding attention and the baby continues to cry.
“BACKUP!” Keith yells at the dog as the cell phone persists.
“I can’t do this.” Veronica pleads through thick tears and Will bawls.
Keith takes a quick, deep breath and steps to his fragile daughter. “Honey, you can do this. Just relax.”
“Nooooo! No… I-I can’t.” She sobs. “He needs to be fed. He’s so hungry and…”
“Here. Give him here.” Keith says calmly as he feels a headache beginning to pound behind his eyes.
“I can’t feed him.” Veronica screams. “What kind of a mother am I?”
Keith takes Will out of Veronica’s arms and holds the wailing child to his chest, bouncing him lightly. “You can do this.” He firmly states.
“He needs to be f-f-fed and doesn’t w-want the bottle.” Veronica sobs.
“Okay…” Keith thinks through the situation for a second. “Did Logan go get different bottles?”
“Uh huh.” She nods with a snotty, drippy nose and a red, tear-streaked face and Will screams against Keith’s chest.
“Okay, Honey, THINK!” He looks her directly in the eyes. “Do you have any other bottles in the house? In a gift basket? In the back of the cabinet? Anywhere?”
Veronica quickly thinks of the laundry basket full of baby items from Weevil he gave them at their baby shower. “Yes!” She finally smiles and runs to Will’s room.
Keith bounces the screaming infant and thinks maybe the boy is tiring out from crying so much. Will lets out a huge whine. Or not.
Veronica reappears in the room holding a large bottle in her hands. “Weevil comes through.” She rinses it quickly in the sink and fills it with formula.
“Wait.” Veronica pauses for a second, talking out loud to herself. “I have extra bottle from the hospital in my bag.” She searches her overnight bag for the few extra sample bottles of ready-to-serve formula from the hospital. The same ones Will is already used to.
Veronica twists the sterile nipple onto the bottle and turns to her father and points the new bottle in Will’s mouth. “Please, Will, Baby, take this nipple. It’s good.” She rubs the nipple on the baby’s bottom lip. “Please take it, Will. It will make your belly happy.” She says sweetly as she and Keith watch Will touch the nipple with his tongue, slurp it into his mouth and begin sucking.
Instantly, the house is quiet again and Veronica is crying with happy tears as she leans in and kisses her son’s head then her father’s head.
“I think I need a nap.” She whispers and wipes her tears from her face. “We’ve been home for fifteen minutes and I’m emotionally exhausted already.”
Keith laughs and cuddles his grandson in his arms as Will happily sucks formula into his belly. He glances up at Veronica. “Honey, I know you’re hormones are all wacky right now, but, you can do this. There is no need for you to think that you can’t handle taking care of this baby.”
Veronica nods and Keith continues his pep talk. “Don’t ever think you’re not up to this challenge because Veronica, we both know you can take care of this child and if you can’t, you’ll ask someone for help, right?”
She nods.
“Right?” Keith stresses.
“Yes, Dad, I will ask for help from someone if I can’t do it myself.” Veronica drones with an eye roll.
Logan sprints through the garage, shoves the door open and hears… silence. What the fuck? I leave complete chaos and come back to silence. He steps into the house wearily and looks around.
Keith and Veronica glance toward Logan as he enters with smiles on their faces. Seeing Veronica’s smile squashes all the anxiety building in his chest and he cautiously returns her smile.
“What happened? Is Will okay?” Logan questions nervously.
Keith turns his body and shows Logan the feeding baby in his arms. “We remembered the sample bottles from the hospital.”
Logan throws the three shopping bags onto the kitchen table and exhales a huge sigh of relief. “Good, well, until we can get our parental act together, we’ll just keep reusing those bottles then, right?”
Veronica nods affirmative and walks to the table to snoop in the bags. “What did you find at the store?”
“I got at least one of every kind of bottle that Babies R Us sells and another container of formula too.” Logan kisses his wife’s hair and pauses for an extra second before backing away from the love of his life.
“If Dad has everything under control…” Veronica eyes her dad and he nods. “…then I’m going to take some Tylenol and rest on the sofa, if you don’t mind, Babe.” She looks up into Logan’s eyes.
He leans down and kisses a strong, chaste kiss on her lips. “We men can handle things. Go. Go rest, Sugarpuss.” Logan swats her butt as she leaves the room.
Keith waits for a few minutes to make sure the coast is clear, sits at the kitchen counter and begins burping Will. “Logan…” He directs a concerned look at his son-in-law. “…you need to watch Veronica. Her emotions are all over the place and you need to make sure she doesn’t slip into postpartum depression.”
Logan studies Keith’s face. “What?” He leans on the countertop with his arms spread out wide. “What happened when I was at the store?”
“Veronica was starting to freak out about not being able to do this.” Keith pats Will’s back until a loud burp comes out of the infant then begins feeding him again. “She was clutching Will to her chest and chanting ‘I can’t do this’ over and over.” Keith’s eyes meet Logan’s and he sees the concern on the young man’s face.
Logan opens his mouth to say something but no words come out.
“She was borderline hysterical and not thinking clearly. It wasn’t until I spoke up and took the baby from her arms that she broke out of her little trance.”
“Veronica? Your action figure daughter? Was beginning to break?” Logan asks disbelieving.
“Yes. Just watch her for the next few weeks.” Keith says softly as he burps Will again. “It was a stressful time, you just walked in the house, the dog was barking, the phone was ringing, there was a delivery person at the front door and Will was screaming his head off and not taking the bottle. It’s understandable but I don’t know why she would say she couldn’t do it.” Keith glances at Logan. “I don’t know what the ‘I can’t do this’ stuff was all about.”
“Once she’s more rested, I’ll ask her about it.” Logan says as he lowers his head thinking of his super strong wife and her rarely-seen vulnerable side.
Keith holds up Will and shoves him toward Logan. “Here, you can change him now that I fed him and burped him.”
“Thanks.” Logan holds Keith’s attention and looks directly into his eyes. “Thanks for everything, Keith.”
“No problem. Give me a call if you need anything else.” Keith stands up from his place on the kitchen stool. “Oh yeah, I left Cliff McCormick’s gift over on the table with the other stuff.” Keith slaps Logan on the back and leaves the Echolls’ house.
VMVMVMVMVM
“How do you like Hearst?” Brad asks looking around the empty room randomly.
“I like it. It helps that my best friend also goes there too.” Mac smiles as she analyzes the stove and sink in the medium size kitchen of a possible, off-campus apartment.
“Didn’t you go to high school with Veronica?”
“Yeah, we all went to high school together. Dick and Logan were popular ‘09ers and Wallace, Veronica and I were not.”
“Dick was telling me some stories about high school the other day when we were surfing.” Brad says as he turns toward Mac and watches her look over the apartment.
“Oh, great. I’m sure he told you all of the most embarrassing stories.” Mac rolls her eyes and looks at Brad.
Their eyes meet for an extended moment when Brad finally speaks. “Mac, I’m thinking about transferring to Hearst.”
Her face breaks into a huge smile. “No way, really? What happened to UNLV with Ed, Dan and Bret?”
Brad shrugs. “I’m really enjoying Neptune and I kind of went to UNLV because my dad wanted me to go to his alum mater.”
“Are you going to enroll this fall?” She asks softly.
“I’m gonna enroll this week. I need a place to stay near campus.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Mac and grins.
She hops in place, excitedly. Now we’re talkin’. More people to pay the rent. “Would you want to live with Wallace, Parker and me?”
“Could I?” Brad asks sheepishly.
“Hell, yeah, we can get a bigger place now.” She smiles, turns on her heel and leaves the empty apartment. “Let’s go look at nicer houses near campus.”
VMVMVMVMVM
Logan pulls the card, from the newest bouquet of flowers, out of the cardholder and reads ‘Congrats, Dude! Give my best to the Mrs. -Connor.’ He replaces the card and looks over at the large bunch of exotic flowers. Not bad for a big movie star.
Will whimpers in his arms and Logan begins to rock from side to side, patting his son’s butt lightly. Will snuggles into his chest and settles back into a deep sleep as Logan reads the next card.
‘Hold your child tight and don’t ever let him go. All the best! Apollo Bukenya and Kizza Oneko’ Wow, that’s nice of them. Logan kisses the top of Will’s head and puts the card back in it’s holder.
Logan laughs at the magnum of champagne sitting on the table behind a few bouquets. This has got to be from Cliff. He picks up the envelope leaning against the enormous bottle and reads the note inside. Typed in a formal script Cliff’s note says, ‘All the best! -Clifford McCormick, Esq. Attorney at Law’. In blue ink, a handwritten note is scribbled at the bottom of the card. ‘A little bubbly to celebrate the newest addition to the family… I’ll be over at 6 to celebrate! -Cliff.’ Logan rolls his eyes and throws the card on the table when he hears the laundry room door open and Mrs. Navarro speaking in Spanish with a snip to her voice.
“My goodness. You think you could hurry up a little bit? If you wouldn’t have taken so long at Hector’s this morning, we wouldn’t have missed them at the hospital.” Mrs. Navarro barks, in Spanish, as she bursts through the laundry room door with Weevil following a few steps behind.
“I said I was sorry.” Weevil says softly, in Spanish.
Logan walks in the direction of the voices and waits for the lovely, older, Mexican woman to round the corner and join him in the kitchen.
“Oh my goodness! Look at this beautiful child.” She gushes when she sees the infant in his father’s arms. She shoves her large bag toward Weevil and rushes to Logan, taking Will out of Logan’s arms and cuddling him to her body. “He’s a little piece of Jesus. God, the Almighty has blessed him. He’s gorgeous. Oh my goodness! He’s beautiful. Oh my! Look at him! Thank you, Jesus.”
Weevil stands back and shakes his head. “Do you think she’s happy to see the baby?”
Mrs. Navarro’s sweet, high-pitched voice immediately turns cold as she shoots a death glare toward her grandson. “I would of saw the baby at the hospital if it wasn’t for you and that big oaf, Hector.”
Weevil lowers his head.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Logan, I meant to visit Ms. Veronica and the baby at the hospital this morning.” She says regretfully. “Ms. Veronica was already discharged when I got there. I’m sorry I missed you.”
“Oh, Mrs. Navarro…” Logan steps closer and hugs the woman that has looked after him for most of his life. “…it’s okay. We left the hospital early.” Logan steps back and rubs her upper arm affectionately. “Veronica was starting to go stir crazy so we left as soon as we were allowed to leave.”
“See, you probably wouldn’t have seen them, even if I was on time.” Weevil mumbles.
Her voice switches back to a sweet, grandmotherly tone. “Oh look at you…” She begins in English, ignoring Weevil’s comment before changing to Spanish with her loving affections for the small child in her arms. “…my little baby. You are so handsome and so strong and healthy. Jesus has blessed us. And your mommy and daddy are so happy you’re here…”
Logan chuckles at Weevil as Mrs. Navarro walks into the living room, her complete attention on Will. “So, it’s all your fault your sweet, little old grandmother didn’t get to see Veronica and the baby in the hospital, huh?” Logan asks as he walks to the refrigerator.
“Yeah, I guess.” Weevil shrugs.
“Beer?” Logan offers with his head still inside the refrigerator.
“Nah, I got a stakeout tonight.” Weevil says regretfully.
“Sucks to be you.” Logan laughs as he shoves a soda toward Weevil and opens his beer. “I would guess that Ronnie will be in next week to start working again. There’s no way she’s going to be sitting around the house without diving back into cases as soon as she feels remotely like herself again.” Logan sips his beer. “She’s not feeling so hot right now, I’m afraid.”
Weevil’s eyes perk up and meet Logan’s in question.
“She was up and around almost immediately after the baby was born but now, I think, she’s starting to feel like she just had a baby.”
“That’s understandable. Tell her not to hurry back, there isn’t much going on and I’m keeping her on top of everything by phone.” Weevil finishes his drink and slides the empty can toward Logan. “She needs to fuckin’ rest and enjoy the time away.” He pauses. “I’m out. Tell mi abuelita to call me when she’s all done tonight.”
Logan looks around the living room, from his place at the kitchen counter, with the mention of Mrs. Navarro. “Where’d she go?”
Weevil laughs as he walks to the laundry room door. “She took the rug rat up the steps a few minutes ago.”
Weevil leaves and Logan nods then goes into their home office. He sits down at his desk and starts jotting notes in a tablet.
VMVMVMVMVMVM
Logan sees Dick striding across the pool patio toward the house as Backup trots into the living room and greets the blonde surfer at the door with a growl and a sniff. Dick pauses and lets the pitbull smell him then enters Logan and Veronica’s living room. “Dude, you made page two.” Dick holds up a folded paper and walks into the kitchen.
Logan tosses a cold beer across the counter toward his friend and closes the refrigerator. Dick sits on a kitchen stool, throws the newspaper across the counter and opens his beer as Backup lies down at the base of his chair.
Logan looks over the front page headlines and turns the page to see the headline just above the fold. ‘Boy for Echolls, Divorce Postponed’. He laughs, noticing no pictures of Will, only photo of him and Veronica in their car driving away from the hospital. “So we’ve postponed our divorce, huh?” He closes the paper with a chuckle and chugs his beer.
“I’ll give you the number of my fuckin’ divorce lawyer.” Dick drinks a long gulp of his beer.
Logan rolls his eyes. “Dude, Ronnie and I aren’t fuckin’ getting a divorce and your divorce lawyer is my fuckin’ lawyer, Asswipe.”
“Yeah, I figured as much but…” Dick shrugs. “…you never know. Maybe she’s not puttin’ out now or somethin’ and you’re callin’ it off.”
Logan shakes his head. “Not in this lifetime, Dick.”
Dick finishes his beer and walks across the living room, on his way back to the pool house, speaking over his shoulder. “I know, I know, you and Ronnie are epic. Whatever the fuck that means.”
Logan smiles. Yep, epic. Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed, epic.
VMVMVMVMVMVM
“Sugarpuss.” Logan says softly into Veronica’s ear as he cuddles close to her on their large bed. “Are you hungry?”
“Mmm.” Veronica moans.
“I should take that as a yes?” Logan says in his bedroom voice as his hand slides under her tank top and gently palms her breast.
“I’m starved.” Veronica purrs.
Logan leans up on his right arm and peeks over his wife’s shoulder, analyzing her boobs as his fingers lightly massage her slightly larger mound. “Babe, your boobs are bigger.” He moves his hand to her other breast for a comparison.
“They hurt.” She mumbles then opens her eyes slowly and glances at his hand on her skin. “Be gentle, they really hurt.”
He slows his ministrations and caresses her chest. “Am I hurting you now?” He speaks in a sultry voice as he watches her face and touches her body.
“No, but just be gentle.” She whispers.
“Your tits are definitely bigger, Honey.” He states as his fingers pull her nipple.
She flinches. “Ow. I said gentle.”
“Sorry. Sorry. Why are they so sensitive?” His hand wanders to the other breast.
“I wonder if my milk is coming in already?” She looks down and pulls her tank top away from her body and checks her breasts. Giving Logan a wonderful view down her shirt.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” He massages his breast again as they both watch his hand grip and release her plump mound.
“No.” She still has her shirt pulled away from her body. She’s getting a little turned on watching Logan play with her breasts.
“How ‘bout this?” His thumb flicks the pink skin of her nipple.
“Yeah.”
“How about if I do this…” Logan rolls Veronica onto her back and pulls her shirt down, stretching the fabric around her left breast. The material of her tank top rebounds back a small amount when Logan releases his hold and the neckline of the shirt push her breast up into the air, closer to Logan’s mouth.
He laps her tender nipple. “How ‘bout now?”
“Okay.” She squeaks. “Just don’t suck it.”
“You ruin all my fun.” Logan mumbles against her skin and continues to lick and suck the skin of her larger breast, avoiding the nipple.
His hand palms her left boob as he pulls the neckline down and around her right breast. The stitches of the tank top tear and the strain of material against her breasts decreases as he licks her right nipple tenderly.
“Careful.” She moans under his touch.
He sighs. “What do you want to do, Bobcat? I don’t want to push you or your body until you’re ready.”
“Then, how ‘bout we concentrate on you?” She pushes him onto his back and kisses his lips with passion and want.
“Babe, you don’t have to do this.” He breathes into her hair as Veronica trails kisses down his neck and across his chest. “I know you don’t feel good, we can wait.”
She circles his navel with her tongue and looks up at his face through her eyelashes, seductively. “I’m in no shape to mess around so we’ll take care of you right now.” She begins loosening his belt.
Logan’s frustration and anxiety build as his voice grows intense. “Veronica.” He says firmly as he pulls her chin up, with his fingertips and their eyes meet. “I didn’t start this so you would go down on me. I was… I was just… I know…”
She pushes his open belt to the side and unbuttons his shorts.
“Fuck!” He yells and hits the mattress with his open hand.
Veronica jumps at the volume of his voice and looks up at his face with wide eyes filled with a small amount of fear.
“Babe…” He lowers his tone to comfort his wife. “…I’m sorry.” He pulls her up his body and closes his strong arms around her small form. “I didn’t mean to scare you but…” He kisses the top of her head. “…this is not what I wanted to happen.”
Veronica tilts her head up to look into her husband’s eyes, keeping her head on his chest and shifts her body, settling into the nook of Logan’s arm, letting him speak.
He kisses her forehead and smoothes down her hair with his hand. “I don’t want you to think I’m being an inconsiderate asshole, Sugarpuss.” He plays with the ends of her hair in his fingertips. “You just had a baby two days ago. You are not ready to have sex with me and I don’t want you to force the issue. Let your body heal, Babe. We’ll have time to have Logan lovin’ later.”
“Logan, I don’t mind. I don’t want you to feel neglected.” She rubs her hand on his stomach in large circles.
He laughs out loud. “Babe, I don’t feel neglected. Shit, you have been so fuckin’ hot and horny this entire pregnancy, I could never feel neglected. I got laid more times in the last nine months than I ever did before.” He kisses her hair. “I came up here to spend time with you and to snuggle your body against mine…” He pauses and swallows, gathering his thoughts. “…totally G rated stuff. I did not come up here to start pesting you to have sex or to give me a blow job.”
“Okay, but if you want to get some action in…” She smiles, stretching her neck and kisses his lips forcefully.
Will whimpers in his crib and the whimper reverberates out of the baby monitor on the Echolls’ bedside table.
He deepens the kiss, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. “Not today, Dear. But remember this when I can’t take it any longer and I’m groping you every chance I get.”
“I have been warned.” She chuckles. “Now, tell me about dinner.”
Will’s whimper breaks into a cry and echoes through the monitor.
“Well, I was going to make spaghetti, if you’re interested. Will is going to have a bottle of 2007 house white from the Emphamil wineries in Napa.”
“Mmm, doesn’t that sound… bland?” She laughs. “I need a shower. Do you want to feed Will and then we’ll make dinner together?”
“Sounds great.” He kisses the tip of her nose and she scurries to the bathroom while he goes to rescue his screaming child and feed the infant.
VMVMVMVMVMVM
Logan sits in the living room, feeding Will and watching sports highlights when Veronica appears and walks to the kitchen. Logan can smell his wife’s shampoo from across the room. The scent makes him instantly hard and he smiles as he leans down and whispers to Will in a stage whisper. “Mommy smells good. She just got a shower and she’s clean now and that makes me want to kiss her.”
Will kicks his legs enthusiastically.
“I know, she’s pretty, isn’t she?” Logan smiles at his son. “I love her too, Buddy.”
Veronica smiles when she hears Logan’s one-sided conversation with their newborn as she picks up the phone and dials Neptune General Hospital. “Um, yes, hello. I’m calling to cancel my reservation in this weekend’s breathing class with Dr. Hewitt as the instructor.”
Veronica laughs at the hospital receptionist. “Well, I don’t need a breathing class because I already had my baby, um, three weeks early.” She pauses. “Okay, thanks, bye.” She hangs up the phone and joins Logan on the sofa.
“I just got laughed at by a hospital volunteer.” Veronica huffs as she touches Will’s face gently and he responds with a swift kick of his legs.
Logan talks to his son without looking at his wife. “I told you she smells good, Big Guy.”
Veronica kisses Logan’s cheek and settles back in her spot on the sofa, tucked close to his body. She watches her husband feeding their son and memorizes the look of complete and utter happiness on Logan’s face.
“I have a present for you, Daddy.” Veronica purrs in Logan’s ear.
He chuckles as he raises his eyebrows in question. “Oh really?”
Veronica pulls a ball of material out from behind her back and sets it over Logan’s leg.
He looks at the cotton fabric draped on his leg then back to his wife. “A t-shirt?”
“Yep, how’d you guess?” She laughs at her own stupid joke. The material on Logan’s leg is obviously a t-shirt, with no card or disguise of wrapping of any kind.
“Would you mind opening it for me since my hands are full?” Logan puts Will over his shoulder and burps him.
“Sure.” She holds up the t-shirt and Logan laughs out loud.
The t-shirt is white with a large cartoon of a man holding up a dirty diaper and a baby on the changing table behind him. In large letters, the text across the top of the shirt says ‘D.A.D. Dads Against Diapers’ with smaller text across the bottom of the cartoon. ‘It’s not a job, it’s a dooty.’
“I will wear it proudly.” Logan laughs and bends to kiss his wife on the lips. She caresses his cheek with her hand softly.
They break their kiss and Veronica sits quietly for a moment then speaks softly. “You want to go buy a Jag this week?”
Logan turns to her and smiles. “Yeah, sounds good. You ready to get out of the house?”
She nods yes. “Do you want to ask Mac and Dick to watch Will or should we take him with us?”
He wiggles his eyebrows at her seductively. “Honey, we have to test drive the Jag before we buy it.”
She blushes and lowers her head, shyly. “I wish we could, Babe, but-…”
“…I was teasing, Ronnie.” Logan cuts her off before she is able to explain she’s not ready to have sex.
She smiles and her eyes slowly meet his. “Good, ‘cause along with all my other ailments, I have hemorrhoids now too.”
Logan wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Babe, really? Do I need to know that?”
She grins and cuddles into his side, enjoying this quiet time with her husband and her son.
Part 53