Could This Be Happening? Part 54
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 54
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 5253
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 54
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[After Season Three]
[6 days postpartum]
“Okay, Mac, you know where the diapers are, right?” Veronica nervously asks, scanning the room to make sure everything needed to care for her baby is visible.
Veronica’s large, milk-filled breasts lasted only fourteen hours before the pain and swelling began to dissipate. The next morning, Veronica was amazed to see her small, plump breasts had returned.
Logan was disappointed she was too sore to have naughty naked time but she did allow him to touch her expanded chest a few times, as long as he was gentle. Touching her tits resulted in Logan taking a cold shower and taking things into his own hands. Veronica’s stripper physique played on an endless loop in his brain and he was sure it will play predominantly in his head for a very long time.
“He just had his first pediatrician’s appointment yesterday which included shots so he has a bump on his thigh and be careful around his belly button, it fell off yesterday too.”
“Eew, gross.” Dick says softly, wrinkling up his nose.
Logan and Veronica took Will to his first pediatrician’s appointment the day before and Will received his first of many vaccination shots. When he cried from the pain of his injection, Veronica cried too. Logan hugged his wife, bit his lip and held his tears back.
Mac rolls her eyes. “Yes. I know where the diapers are… and the wipes and the formula and the clean bottles and I have your number. We’ll be fine, Veronica. Go!”
Veronica sighs to release some of her unjustified worry and turns her attention back to Mac, calmly sitting on the sofa.
“Jesus, Ronnie, you’re gonna be gone for a couple of hours, just fuckin’ go, already.” Dick drones from his seat next to Mac on the Echolls’ leather couch.
Logan steps into the kitchen from the garage, looking for Veronica. “Babe, let’s go. Come on.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” Veronica swallows the nervous lump in her throat and strides across the room toward Logan.
“My cell is on.” She yells from the garage as Logan shuts the door behind them, hurrying his wife along.
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Logan is driving the silver six-speed Jaguar XK down a curvy road, analyzing the cars handling while Veronica fiddles with the dashboard controls. “I can’t make up my mind.”
Veronica sighs. “Do you want a convertible or not?”
Logan shakes his head side-to-side, bewildered, processing the pros and cons of each car and shrugs without speaking.
Veronica slides her hand up his inner thigh and cups his junk in her hand through his khaki pants.
His eyes bulge at the surprise of her touch and he looks down at his lap to confirm he is not dreaming. His eyes find the road again then glance toward Veronica and back to the road.
“Whatcha doin’?” Logan grins, watching the road and pushing his groin up into Veronica’s touch.
She smiles innocently and expertly lowers his zipper. “Nothin’.” Her fingers creep under the material of his pants and find the fold of his boxer shorts, slipping under the silk fabric and palming his warm flesh.
Logan breathes through the overload of feelings Veronica’s sensual touch gives him as he grips the steering wheel firmly and lays his head back on the headrest, trying to concentrate on not crashing the Jaguar.
Veronica pulls his hard-on out of his clothing, releases her seatbelt and bends to reach his rock hard erection with her mouth.
“Jesus.” Logan swallows and blinks his eyes rapidly when Veronica’s mouth devours his penis.
Her lips consume most of his dick as her hand grips the base lightly and her tongue laps at the sensitive skin at the tip. She dips down, slowly sucking his shaft deep into her mouth then quickly rises up, leaving his skin exposed before she repeats this routine again and again and again and again, finding the perfect pace.
His hips buck awkwardly as she brings him close to an orgasm while he’s driving down a country road just outside of Neptune.
Her mouth continues it’s assault on Logan’s painfully hard erection as he abruptly swerves the Jaguar on to the shoulder of the road, and slams on the brakes. “I’m gonna cum, Ronnie…” He exhales loudly and thrusts his hips up, pressing his cock into her mouth and twisting his fingers through her hair. “…right now!”
She feels the warm fluid pass over her tongue and squirt down her throat as she continues to bob up and down a few more times, sucking him dry.
He clenches his teeth and scrunches his eyes shut as every one of his nerves tingles with pleasure and all of his muscles tighten, releasing a burst of ecstasy into Veronica’s mouth and down her throat.
“Fuckin’ A.” Logan breathes as he brushes his fingers through her hair gently and she sits up in the passenger seat, wiping her mouth with her fingers.
Veronica smiles mischievously. “I like the convertible.”
Calming his breathing, Logan tucks his tired dick back into his pants and zips up. He reaches over to his wife and pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, smiling. He laughs. “Convertible it is.”
She smiles proudly. “I knew you would see it my way.”
“What brought that on, Sugarpuss?” Logan plays with the ends of her hair, twisting the blonde tendrils through his fingers.
“You seemed so tense.” She grins. “So I relaxed you.”
He laughs out loud. “That’s an understatement of the fuckin’ year, Bobcat.” Logan leans over the center console of the Jaguar and kisses his wife’s lips passionately.
Veronica releases her mouth and rests her forehead against his, tenderly. “Come on, let’s go buy a convertible.”
Logan quickly kisses Veronica’s lips then adjusts in his seat, ready to pull back onto the road when he sees a patrol car, in the rearview mirror, pull up behind the Jaguar. “Look’s like we have company.”
Veronica glances over her shoulder, out the back window at the approaching police car and quickly settles back into her seat and latches her seatbelt.
Keith climbs out of his patrol car and slowly walks to the drivers’ side window, inspecting the contents of the car as he goes. Dealer plates?
“It’s your dad.” Logan whispers nervously.
“Great.” She says quietly and exhales.
“License and-… Logan? What the hell are you doing out here?” Keith eyes the exterior of the vehicle. “In a Jaguar?”
Logan laughs. “Test drive.”
“Oh yeah.” Keith has completely forgotten his reason for stopping and leans into the car, studying the dashboard. “What’s the gas mileage on this thing?” He finally notices his daughter sitting in the passenger seat. “Hi Honey.”
“Hey, Dad.” Veronica casually.
“Are you getting the six-speed?” Keith questions, eyeing the sporty interior features.
“Yeah, and… I think I’m getting a convertible too.”
Keith stands upright and taps the door with his hand. “Okay, well, you better get back to the dealer then.” He steps away from the car, allowing Logan to drive away.
Logan glances at Veronica and puts the car in gear, checking his mirrors quickly before hitting the gas.
“Oh, hey…” Keith recalls his original reason for stopping the car and steps back toward the Jaguar again. “…why were you guys sitting out here on the shoulder, anyway?”
Damn. Veronica thinks. We almost got away before he questioned us. Damn it.
“Oh… um… just checking out the interior controls and stuff.” Logan says convincingly.
“Of course. You can never be too safe.” Keith steps back again and Logan hits the gas and pulls away from the sheriff with a wave, before he can ask any more questions.
“Interior controls, my foot.” Keith says to himself as he watches his son-in-law and daughter drive away.
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“Da-ick.” The blonde surfer pronounces slowly, putting his face up close to Will’s face. “Come on, Dude, you can say it. Ddd-ick. Dick. Dick.”
“As in, you’re being a…” Mac deadpans from the other end of the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
“As in, that’s my name, Dude, and I want Will to say it for me.” Dick makes funny faces at the newborn and Will responds by grabbing a clump of Dick’s hair in his fist and yanking it with force.
“Dick, he’s, like, six days old. He’s not going to talk until he’s, like, a year old.” Mac rolls her eyes.
“Okay, how ‘bout Fuck. That’s easier than Dick.” Dick makes more silly faces at the baby. “Say it. Fa-uck. Fff-uck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Mac shakes her head and ignores the intellectual dual, between Dick and Will, at the other end of the couch.
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“Okay, Mr. Echolls, you could drive away in that beautiful, new midnight blue XK right now…” The Jaguar salesman, John Mann, slides a piece of paper toward Logan and Veronica with a number written on it. “…for this price.” He smiles and looks from Logan to Veronica and back again.
The Echolls lean closer to the sales desk and read the digits scribbled on the paper. Logan sits back in his seat as Veronica moves even closer to the desk, looking directly into Mr. Mann’s eyes. “Does that include a warranty?” She asks politely with a cold edge to her voice.
“Oh yes. A two-year or twenty-thousand mile bumper-to-bumper warranty…” He clears his throat nervously. “…Ma’am.”
“Make it five-year or fifty-thousand miles.” She commands.
He scratches figures on the paper as Veronica places her hand in the middle of his paper, interrupting his problem solving. “For the same price.”
Mr. Mann looks up at the tiny blonde and swallows. “Well… um… Mrs. Echolls… I just don’t know…”
“Oh, and drop the price five grand or we’ll go elsewhere to buy our beautiful, new Jaguar.” She states with a cold, unfriendly smile.
The car salesman sighs and looks to Logan. Logan shrugs. “You heard her.”
Mr. Mann calculates the numbers, erasing and adjusting along the way, and finally slides the paper across the desk toward Veronica and Logan again.
They both look at the new number then each other as Logan jumps up from his seat and offers his hand to the salesman. “That’s more like it, John.” He confidently puts on his sunglasses and helps Veronica from her seat.
“Where is my car, anyway?” Logan says dramatically, scanning the parking lot through the show room windows.
“Well, Mr. Echolls, you need to sign a few things first then we would like to detail the vehicle for you before you drive it off the lot.”
Logan slowly turns toward the car salesman and smiles a cold, guarded grin, usually reserved for the paparazzi. He speaks softly with arrogance dripping from each word. “I know that, John. I have purchased a car before.” He looks out to the parking lot again. “I want to test drive my car. The midnight blue convertible six-speed XK that I will drive off the lot again, before I sign the paperwork.” The young ‘09er turns back to the salesman again. “Then you can detail it for me while we go grab a bite to eat.”
Veronica smiles at Mr. Mann and he responds with a nervous grin. “Sure. Whatever you like Mr. Echolls.”
A few minutes later, Logan is escorting Veronica to the blue convertible with his hand on the small of her back. “Good thinking, talking him into adding the extended warranty, Babe, but was it really necessary to barter him down five grand too?” Logan whispers as he opens her door and she lowers into the car cautiously.
Logan walks around the back of the vehicle and climbs in the driver’s seat, buckling his seatbelt when he glances at his wife. “It’s not like five grand is going to make or break us.”
He turns on the engine and pulls out of the parking lot when Veronica responds. “It’s fun.” She smiles. “Was it really necessary to make arrogant demands and almost make the poor man cry?”
Logan shrugs. “It’s fun.” Veronica rolls her eyes.
This test drive lasts only a few minutes. Allowing only enough time for the Echolls to inspect the interior controls and analyze the feel of this particular car. The careful examination Logan and Veronica should have been doing on their previous test drives.
Logan and Veronica signed the paperwork and went to lunch while Mr. Mann scurried around the dealership, assuring the Echolls Jaguar is prepared perfectly for the demanding couple.
As soon as their new car is pristine, Logan throws the Mercedes-Benz keys at the salesman with a snap. “Make sure my Mercedes gets back to my house for me, would ya, John?”
The car salesmen nods and shake their hands with enthusiasm and Veronica and Logan jump in their brand-spankin’ new vehicle and drive home the long way, with the convertible top down.
Logan cautiously rolls the Jaguar into their driveway and smiles. “That dealer doesn’t mess around, does he?” He glances at Veronica in the passenger seat and she shakes her head.
“Considering you were so condescending and pompous, I’m surprised Mr. Mann didn’t just drive the Benz into the ocean.” She smirks and shakes her head. “You had to pull out the ‘09er card, didn’t you?”
Logan shrugs. “I do when I’m treated like a child.” He nods toward Veronica’s door. “I’ll come around.”
“Are you going to slide across the hood like The Dukes of Hazard, Dear… and really impress me?” She laughs as Logan opens her door and they walk past their freshly washed and waxed Mercedes in the driveway.
“Nah, I’ll leave that death-defying feat for you.” Logan snarks as he raises her hand to his mouth and kisses the back of her hand gently.
“I missed Will while we were gone.” Veronica admits, sheepishly.
“I did too, Babe.” Logan says, kissing her temple and ushering her into their house.
“B-b-b-alls. Bbb-alls. Balls.” Dick repeats in a high-pitched baby voice, leaning in closely to Will’s face.
Will wiggles his arms frantically and squeals.
Veronica and Logan walk into the kitchen, unnoticed and stand at the end of the sofa watching Dick play with their newborn.
Veronica is ready to say something but Logan squeezes her hand and shakes his head no. She closes her mouth and watches.
Dick laughs at Will’s response and nuzzles his nose into the baby’s belly. “That’s it, Dude. You can do it. Balls.” He repeats the word and places his finger in Will’s hand.
Will squeezes his finger and shakes his arms sporadically with a coo.
“Come on, you can do it. Balls. Balls. Balls.”
Mac walks out of the bathroom and tiptoes up behind Logan and Veronica quietly. She leans close to the new parents, whispering in Logan’s left ear and Veronica’s right ear. “HOW’S the Jag?” She emphasizes the first word and causes both of her friends to jump.
Dick looks over his shoulder, finally noticing the Echolls, and glares at Logan and Veronica while straightening up his posture and clearing the baby voice from his throat. “Hey. You’re home.” His voice squeaks with embarrassment as he blushes.
Mac laughs and walks to the sofa, flopping down next to Dick. “He’s been teaching Will all the bad words while you’ve been gone.”
Veronica glares at Dick. “Oh really.” She playfully stomps to her child and takes him from Dick’s hands. She glares at Dick and kisses Will’s cheek and smiles at her beautiful, healthy son. “I missed you, Sweet Pea. Did you miss Mommy?”
“Nah.” Dick supplies. “Why would he miss you if he had me to hang with?”
“Everything went well?” Logan asks sitting on the armchair.
“Yep. He napped, finished a bottle, got a clean diaper, learned dirty words and burped at regular intervals…” Mac pauses. “…and that was just Dick’s day.”
Logan and Veronica laugh at Mac’s joke as Dick jumps on top of Mac, pushing her body into the sofa cushions and tickles her mercilessly.
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[10 days postpartum]
“Babe…” Logan yells from behind his desk in their office when he sees Veronica walk into the kitchen. “…when is your six-week appointment with your OB?”
She approaches the office and leans on the doorframe. “Um…” She thinks for a moment. “…Tuesday, July 31st. Why?”
He looks up from his computer. “I just wanted to mark it in my calendar.” He smiles at his wife warmly. “How have you been feeling?”
“Fine. The aches and pains are pretty much over, I think, but I’m still bleeding.” She bites her lower lip, nervously.
“Do you feel like your hormones are getting back under control? The first few days home from the hospital you were emotionally all over the place.” He says softly with concern in his voice.
“I’m good. I feel a lot more like myself again.” She smiles warmly and ogles her sexy husband from across the room. He looks good. Ten days. Ten fuckin’ days since we’ve had sex, and he hasn’t pressured me once. Her smile grows. I’m horny as hell, he must be ready to die.
“What have you been doing in here lately? All hunched over your computer?” She asks curiously.
He grins and leans back in his desk chair, putting his hands behind his head with his elbows out wide. “Writing.”
Her eyebrows jump. “Writing, huh? ‘Bout what?”
He chuckles and thinks for a moment. Should I tell her or not? Ah, what the hell. “You.”
“Me?” She blurts out with surprise. “What about me?”
“Well, a fictional little blonde detective that woos every man she meets into giving her information. Does that remind you of anyone?”
She laughs. “Maybe. But there’s only one man that I woo.”
“Oh, this little blonde detective woos men, she never sleeps with them.”
“Oh, really?”
“She’s pining over a lost love, a real man. A man that no other man can compare.”
Veronica slowly walks to Logan’s side of the desk and leans on the edge with her arms folded in front of her chest. “Does this real man have a name…” She pauses. “…this fictional real man?”
“Not yet. I have to come up with something suave and sexy, but intelligent and sophisticated.”
“Harold?” She nudges closer to Logan’s legs as he lowers his arms to the arms of the desk chair, never losing eye contact.
He laughs. “Not suave.”
“George?” She scoots closer.
“Not sophisticated.” He says in a low, sultry voice as his eyes continually study his sexy wife.
“Philip?” She begins to shift closer to her husband but Logan takes her hips in his hands and quickly repositions her on the edge of the desk directly in between his legs. His hands rub her almost-flat stomach as he rolls his chair toward Veronica and kisses her stomach.
Her arms fall back and support her weight and she arches into his kisses.
He looks up the contour of her body to her eyes. “You’re beautiful.” She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair.
His fingers touch every part of her hips and butt and stomach and back and breasts, over her clothing, cataloging each curve in his memory. He lifts her shirt and kisses her bare stomach, feeling her warm flesh against his fingertips.
Logan’s fingers nimbly unbutton her jeans as he kisses her mid-section, but he does not venture under the denim material yet. He stands from his chair and lifts his petite wife’s frame up to sit on the top of the desk.
She gasps at the quick movement and automatically spreads her legs wide and pushes desktop items away blindly with her hands as Logan sucks on her extended neck.
He steps closer and grinds his painfully hard erection against her crotch. I don’t feel a maxi pad. She’s still bleeding?
She moans as her fingers find the edge of his shirt. She grazes his back with her fingernails as she pushes his shirt up his back and over his head, discarding it quickly.
His hands push her shirt up over her boobs and knead her plump breasts through her bra with a rough grip.
She moans as his fingers push the elastic and lace over her mounds and his lips suck on her right nipple as his fingers work her left breast.
His tongue flicks the pink pearl of flesh as his other hand pinches her left nipple and they hear their newborn’s whimper echo from the baby monitor in the kitchen.
Veronica takes a deep breath, trying to use mind power to stop Will from crying. Logan drops his head, unintentionally brushing his hair against Veronica’s aroused nipples, she moans loudly. He clenches his eyes and mouth shut and breathes deeply.
Will’s cry ramps up to full volume quickly and Logan flops back on to his desk chair, defeated. “Fuck.”
“I’ll go get Will.” Veronica says quietly as she tucks her breasts back into her bra and pulls her shirt down, jumping off the desk to tend to her child, closing her pants as she goes.
God damn it! Logan slams his head against the back of the chair and rubs his hand over his horribly sore blue balls. Fuck it! I’m jerkin’ off. I can’t take it anymore. He picks up his shirt from the floor and loosens his pants, releasing his raging hard-on from his jeans and begins beating off, cuming into his shirt only moments later.
“Fuck!” He exhales and throws his dirty shirt on the floor with frustration.
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[14 days postpartum]
Veronica meanders out the front door of their house and down the sidewalk, appreciating the blooming flowers along the path as she walks. She steps on the hot asphalt driveway and decides to walk in the grass instead of burning the bottoms of her bare feet.
She yanks the pile of mail out of the mailbox and begins sifting through the envelopes as she wanders back to the house.
“What the hell.” She sees familiar handwriting and tucks her finger under the lip of the envelope to open it.
Veronica reads the handwritten letter from her friend and cries. She walks in the front door with the other forgotten mail under her arm and makes her way to the door of the office. “Logan!” She says in a cracking voice.
Logan is typing at his computer when he hears her broken tone. He hurries to her side and buries her in a tight bear hug. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks quietly as he pats her hair down. “Why are you crying?”
“Duncan.” She mutters from under his arms and pulls back to look at Logan’s face. “It’s a letter from Duncan.”
He breathes a sigh of relief and takes the letter from her hand, keeping Veronica tight to his body.
In Duncan’s masculine handwriting, Logan reads:
‘L & V-
The extremely long grapevine has notified me that you had a baby boy. I am so happy for you both, my two favorite people in this world. You’ve received the greatest gift you could ever get, you have a child and I bet he’s handsome and debonair like his father and intelligent and inquisitive like his mother. Love and cherish that child every minute of every day because, as you know, life can slip away from you way too easily. I’m sure she’s looking down at all of us and laughing at the irony of it all. She was the wild one, going full throttle, never having limits and look who turned out to be teenage parents… the three remaining members of the fab four. I love you both and miss you terribly. Maybe we can meet on another continent some time and our children can finally meet. The fab four: the next generation. On second thought, maybe that’s not such a good idea. Haha!
Fondly, D’
Logan sniffs, wipes his eyes and smoothes Veronica’s hair down with his hand, pulling her into a tight hug again.
“God, I love you Veronica.” He kisses her hair and backs away slightly to look in her eyes. “Our lives could have been so different and I am so damn happy that I have you as my wife and the mother of my child to stand by my side and face this world together. I love you.”
She smiles and cuddles into his hold further. “I love you too, Logan. We’ve been through so much together already and I intend to be by your side, supporting you and protecting you and loving you forever. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
He kisses her forehead and tightens his hold, wiggling his fingers under the hem of her shirt at her waist.
“How long has Will been sleeping?” Logan dips his head, whispering into Veronica’s ear. His mouth trails down her neck to her collarbone, kissing her soft skin with sloppy, wet kisses.
“An hour.” Veronica exhales as Duncan’s letter and the other unopened mail falls to the floor when she lifts her arms up and Logan removes her shirt, dropping it to the ground with the mail.
Logan’s lips find her cleavage and suck her skin into his mouth as he picks her up.
Veronica kisses his mouth deeply as her arms wrap around his neck and her legs cling to his waist and he carries her to the living room sofa.
He gently places her on the sofa and crawls up her body. “Mmm, you smell good, Babe.” He mumbles into her chest as his fingers pull her bra down exposing her left boob. The elastic material pushes her skin and accentuates her small breast.
His lips kiss the delicate skin of her chest, biting and sucking his way to her nipple. Logan’s tongue circles the pink nub as his left hand wiggles under her bra and grabs her right breast.
Veronica arches into his hard-on and gasps. “It’s been so long, Honey, but I’m still bleeding.” She says in a low voice, remorsefully.
Logan grunts and continues his efforts on her breasts. “A lot?”
“Yeah, a pretty good amount.” She says quietly.
He glances up at her guilty facial expression and he immediately feels like a pushy dickhead. Logan swallows trying to remain calm and climbs up her body to come face-to-face with his wife.
He rests on his right elbow and clears the hair off her forehead tenderly then looks deep into Veronica’s eyes. “Bobcat, I’m sorry. I’m trying to be good and not jump your fuckin’ bones every time I see your cute little ass shake when you walk across the kitchen in your yoga pants or when you put your hair up and scratch your neck with your pen or when you bend over to shave your legs.” He exhales dramatically. “Christ, that is going to put me in the fuckin’ hospital but I’m trying to be good.”
She smiles warmly at his confession and touches his cheek with her hand softly.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty. Your body needs to heal and I need to suck it up until you’re ready.” He touches the side of her face gently with his fingertips. “I’ll have to take a few hundred cold showers, that’s all.”
“I think my stitches are finally healed up.” She says with a smile.
“Good.” He kisses her lips softly. “I can’t wait to make love to you again but I can wait until you’re completely ready. I promise.”
She nods in agreement. “Okay.” She chirps.
Dick knocks on the glass door and casually walks into the Echolls living room not noticing a semi-dressed Veronica lying under Logan on the leather sofa. Backup jumps up and barks, pushing Dick back through the door.
“DUDE!” Logan yells as rolls on to Veronica and presses his chest over her exposed breasts protectively.
“What the hell!” Veronica yells and curls into Logan’s body as she pulls her bra up, covering herself up as much as she can with only a bra to hide behind and all of Logan’s weight on her upper body.
“Yo! I just wanted to see if you wanted to play Halo.” Dick yells from the other side of the glass door, trying to see in the house with his hands cupped against the window to deflect the sun’s glare.
“Dick, give us a few minutes? Ronnie is half dressed.” Logan shouts, continuing to cover Veronica’s chest.
“Why do people always walk in on us when I’m half naked?” Veronica asks softly.
“It’s nothin’ I haven’t seen already.” Dick yells as he has a staring contest with Backup.
“DICK!” Logan snaps. “Turn the fuck around for a second!”
Dick rolls his eyes dramatically and mutters something under his breath as he reluctantly turns his back to Logan and Veronica.
“Coast is clear.” Logan says as he leans back and Veronica slides out from under his body and off the sofa, running to retrieve her shirt from the office floor. She quickly puts it on.
“Okay, I’m covered.” She shouts from the office and returns to the living room. “Backup! Come!” She commands and the pitbull steps back from the door, growls over his shoulder at Dick and plops down at Logan’s feet, next to the sofa.
“I’m coming in now!” Dick yells over his shoulder, slowly turning around. “Don’t sic Backup on my nuts.” He enters the Echolls house cautiously and eyes Logan lying on the sofa calmly, Backup at his feet on the floor panting and Veronica standing near the sofa, glaring back at him, completely dressed. “You should lock the fuckin’ door if you’re knockin’ boots on the sofa, Dude.”
“We weren’t knockin’ boots on the sofa, Dick.” Logan states matter-of-factly.
“Another ten minutes and you would’ve been.” Dick responds as he falls into the armchair.
Veronica walks over to Dick slowly, glaring at him as she approaches.
Dick holds his hands up to protect himself. “Don’t hit me.” He cries and moves away from the tiny new mother.
Veronica lands a solid punch to his bicep.
“Ow. Lock the fuckin’ door, don’t punch me.” He whines and rubs his arm.
“You deserve it.” She lands another hit to the same exact spot on his arm and sits down at the end of the sofa.
“Dude, Halo?” Dick asks Logan as he continues to rub his bicep.
Logan sits up and glances toward Veronica, silently asking her permission. She nods yes and shrugs her shoulders. “Why not, Will should sleep for another hour and I need to look over some cases and pick my classes for next fall.”
“Yeah, Dick, I can play for like an hour then I need to figure out my classes too.” Logan climbs off the sofa and walks with Dick to the back door, kissing his wife on the lips as he passes her.
When Logan turns to shut the door behind him, he blows her a kiss and winks in her direction.
Veronica hears Dick from the patio. “Mom said it’s okay?” He teases, receiving a shove from Logan and she smiles. Boys will be boys.
Part 55