Everything About Her (5/13)
Everything About Her (5/13)
Chapter title: Compromise
Rating: R
Summary: A collection of short one-shots that show Lamb's POV during Veronica's pregnancy
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Lamb
Spoilers: entire series but AU from 3X14
Word Count: 1524
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars
A/N: This is a Follow up to my fic 'A Kiss Before Dying' which you should read first. Follow this link to the last chapter which contains links to the whole story: .com/veronica_
This follows the months of Veronica's pregnancy and focuses on certain events or experiences, in no specific order. One of the funny parts about this is that I wrote it before MM himself talked about being a Cowboys and Tony Romo fan on his twitter, oh and I really know very little about football so keep that in mind.
Gopher101 asked for funny and involving a back ache. Here you go!!!
Compromise:
I love giving this woman what she wants.
And believe me, that's a damn good thing. Because if you don't already know this, you always give a pregnant woman what she wants.
You don't argue, you don't negotiate, and there is no such thing as compromise.
She wants, what she wants, when she wants it and you just do it.
And I know this is really gonna kill my reputation, although let's be honest when it comes to her I lost that rep a long fucking time ago, but I loooooove it when she orders me around. I swear to god it's the biggest fucking turn on in the world when all 5 foot nothing of her stands there with her hands on her hips and tells me to do something. I mean fuck, like she wasn't persuasive enough before she got pregnant. And even when the water works start I still can't contain my hard on.
So I do my job, I give her what she wants and then, I always get what I want.
So really, if you think about it, as much as they think it doesn't, compromise totally exists.
So I'm from Texas, and in Texas, football is life. And as much as I've tried to drill the Texan life out of my brain, the football thing just won't let go. And when it comes to the Cowboys….you best just leave the room until the game is over or you might get something thrown at you.
Well at least that's how it used to be but apparently all I need to get over that is a tiny pregnant girlfriend, a gallon of tears and a guilt trip a mile wide.
I'm sitting on the couch yelling as Romo gets tackled, when she walks in the door rubbing her back and sniffling. It's the last 5 minutes of the 4th quarter. it's a fucking amazing game and as intuned as I usually am to her and her needs, this time I totally drop the ball, pun intended.
She walks over to the couch and just stands there as I scream at the TV and toss a beer can at it. And when I fall back down into my seat I feel a pair of angry eyes boring into me.
And its kinda like the movie 'Alien,' you know that the fucking man eating creature is right there and you want to look, but then you don't want to look, you know you shouldn't look, but you feel the need to look, so you look. Yeah it's exactly like that. So I do the slow turn and plaster a smile my face.
Ok Don, you can do this, tell her she looks pretty and suck up like she's your high school English teacher and you need an 'A' to play in the game even though your paper was really only C worthy. "Hi baby. Damn you look good." And this, as always, is true. She's got a little yellow sundress on that emphasizes her 8 month bump more than usual and between the game, her body, and the fact that I know she wants something, my dick is practically jumping out of my pants.
Veronica tilts her head and gives me the look, the 'you ignored me' look, and the tears just start falling. Fuck. "Donnie..." hiccup...
Aww fuck, something happened. The last time she came home like this it was because she stubbed her toe on the stairs walking up to the apartment and you'd have thought she needed an amputation. But fuck if it isn't the cutest thing in the world.
I reach my hand up, cup her cheek and the chest heaving sobs start. "What happened baby?"
She hiccups again and finally speaks, hiccupping between every few words. "I was…hiccup...with Mac…hiccup... and we were having lunch…hiccup... and the chair…hiccup…was uncomfortable… hiccup and now my back hurts."
I just look at her, really trying not to smile about the fact that the hormones are turning my bad ass Veronica Mars in a basket case all because of a hard chair and a back ache. But all my trying just doesn't pull through and I smirk and chuckle before I can catch it and the chest heaving sobs and tears turn into a torrential downpour. So I do some immediate damage control and pull her into my lap. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to laugh it's just that you're so damn cute when you're like this. Where does it hurt?" She directs my hand, telling me everywhere it aches and I gladly tend to her needs for a few minutes.
She's sitting on my lap, positioned just perfectly so that I can rub her back and still watch the game. It's the perfect plan, compromise at its best without her knowledge. She's completely oblivious as she's telling me about the new outfit she got at the mall for the baby and the paint samples they looked at for the nursery and I'm 'yeahing' and 'uh huhing' like a damn robot half listening to her and half the game. "So anyways I was thinking about green... do you like green?"
Luckily I catch her question, but not so luckily, it happens right about the time that Barber fucking fumbles the ball and my brain switches to Texas football fan mode. And right about here is where I make my mistake. "Yeah, it's….WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? COME THE FUCK ON BARBER! PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND THEN RUN!"
It takes about half a second for me to realize my mistake and I do that slow alien monster head turn thing again to find her still on my lap, my hand still rubbing her back, and her crying again. But this time…she really does look like the alien and I'm seriously afraid that she might make me her midnight snack later. I give her a sheepish smile, continue to rub her aching back and try to save my ass. "Sorry baby, I guess I got a little distracted."
She stands up abruptly and pushes my hand away as I reach for her. "I'm sorry, was I disturbing the game Donald?" Ooh ouch, the full first name, now I know I'm fucked.
"No I..."
"So apparently the Cowboys are more important than you're girlfriend, who you got pregnant and is carrying you're child. More important than the girlfriend who is gaining weight and had to buy all new clothes cuz she doesn't fit in anything else and walks around waddling like a fucking duck because she's got your spawn growing inside of her."
And there's the tears again. Come on Don, say something. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What can I do? Do you want me to keep rubbing your back? Or we can go to dinner, I can pick something up, we can go shopping, or order pizza, or go to a movie. Do you want ice cream? Anything you want baby, you're way more important than football." And with that a million dead Texans roll over in their graves.
The tears are slowing, but the hiccups are back and Veronica huffs and puts her hands on her hips. And if I wasn't done for and horny enough before this, I definitely am now. "Am I really…hiccup… more...hiccup... important ….hiccup…than football…hiccup?"
I nod and place my hands on her belly. "Absolutely. You and the baby are of all importance." Keep going Don; thank her for giving over her body to the tiny nourishment sucking organism you created when you didn't use a condom. "And thank you for carrying my child and for buying new clothes that you look fucking fantastic in. And thank you for waddling. I appreciate all of it and you're so important to me. Football is nothing compared to you." Which is 100% true.
I can see her trying to fight it but it doesn't take long for her to give in and she leans down and kisses me. "Ok."
Wow really? That was a lot easier than I thought it was gonna be. "Do you forgive me?"
She nods, sits back down in my lap and my hands go right back to her soothing her ache.
It's the 4th down and the Cowboys are so close to taking the game when I hear her tiny voice perk up. "Um, one more thing…"
I shake my head and laugh a little to myself as I hand her the remote and she changes the channel.
And to be honest, it's not really a terrible situation, because two seconds later she grabs one of my hands slides it around her body and under her dress until my hand is resting inside her panties and she whips the dress over her head. My erection finally comes to good use and even though I know that that game will be the last one I catch for the season, it couldn't be more worth it.
So really, it's like I said. Just give them what they want and you'll get your compromise just don't let them know that's what it is.
Chapter Six http://community.livejournal.com/veronica_lamb/61277.html
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