Everything About Her (10/13)
Everything About Her (10/13)
Chapter title: Lullaby
Rating: R for language
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: 1875
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars extra disclaimers at the bottom
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.
This chapter is based on a request from Sweetpea2100 and it's a little different from the previous ones, this one is from Veronica's POV!
Lullaby:
For the longest time I thought of pregnancy as very parasitic experience.
It's like you have this creature growing inside of you that is basically existing only because of the nourishment you're providing. It takes over your body for 9 months changing everything from what you eat and drink to what your body looks like and how you walk; and then after its all over, you have 18 more years of nourishing, clothing and keeping that organism safe even though it's no longer inside of you.
But despite my parasitic views on pregnancy, there was always one man that I knew I'd be willing to have a baby with. Two guesses who that man is. Give up? Well it's none other than Don Lamb, the man whose child I'm currently gestating.
Throughout my pregnancy I enjoy watching his reactions immensely. He's thrilled, excited, frightened and apprehensive all rolled into one, but the best part about having his child is the fact that he is beyond supportive.
And when I say supportive…I mean he gives me what I want when I want it, he doesn't argue or complain, he just does it. But while he thinks I don't know that he has his own little agenda for his concessions, I totally do and believe me, I'm more than willing to give him a little, or a lot as happens most times, to get a little back.
In line with that…I'm more than willing to exaggerate my mood swings just a little to make him a little more apt to give me what I want. You didn't think I'd really turned into a total basket case did you? Of course not, I am Veronica Mars after all, I'm good at getting what I want.
But despite the exaggerations, the real issues, the support, the nourishing, the weight gain, and the waddling that goes with it…..there are two things that make every moment worth it.
The fact that I'm having a baby with the man I love above everyone and everything else; and the fact that that man loves me too and would do anything for his child and I, even something quite out of his nature.
I've said it many times and each time Don laughs, but I'm far from kidding when I say that I think I'm gestating David Beckham.
The baby goes through moments where I'm positive they're using my organs to practice for the World Cup and when the baby shifts and begins using my ribs as a target I swear I can see Olympic gold in their future.
One night in my 8th month it's so bad that I can't seem to get comfortable at all. I try lying on my back, my side, reclined in the chair, even the fetal position, but nothing works. I try a bath, a shower, go for a walk and even try talking to the little bundle of limbs, but all that does is make my feet hurt and the baby kick me more. It's one of the few times during my pregnancy that I really hate the situation I'm in.
By the time Lamb gets home I'm agitated and uncomfortable, the baby is still far from settling down and I have officially reached the point of desperation.
I'm lying on the couch rubbing my hand over my protruding belly, I've gotten through the first 4 bars of 'If I Loved You' from 'Carousel' and the baby is finally calming down when I look up to see Don standing at the foot of the couch with a smile a mile wide plastered on his face.
I blush like crazy at my being discovered and stop singing. It's not the first time he's heard me, I used to sing all the time, but I haven't in years, don't really know why. Any initial embarrassment I feel is quickly dispersed when I see how happy he looks, but almost the minute I stop singing my child rewards me with a swift kick to my ribs and I groan in pain.
The smile disappears from Lamb's face as he sits by me on the couch and covers my hand with his before laying a kiss on my belly and then on my lips. "Rough night?"
I try to smile but the effort is lost with a second wild kick and his eyes widen with the obvious thump. "Holy crap, baby means business tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that. I've come to the conclusion that this kid either thinks that the birth canal is the finish line of a marathon and is sprinting towards victory, or is trying to kick its way out of me. Can't say I'd blame it, that's some severe close quarters in there."
I try to sit up but he pushes me back before smiling. "Well the tiny human needs to just deal with it, I'm a fan of this little body of yours and cramped or not, I plan to keep it around. Did you try a bath?"
I nod and lean into his touch as he cups my face with his hand. "Yeah, I tried everything, nothing worked until the singing and believe me, that was a last resort."
I saw a little glimmer in his eyes as he opened his mouth. "And here I thought there was an angel in my living room, but surprise surprise, it's just my Veronica Mars."
I roll my eyes at his comment and as two more hard kicks find their way into my ribs I wince in pain and Lamb's hand begins to massage my belly as he leans in to speak to my stomach. "Come on baby, we've been over this before, you need to be nice to mommy. I know it's tough in there but you've only got a little while left and then when you're out you can kick up a storm."
Don leaves another kiss on my belly and when he sits up he smirks. "Well if it helps, I'm not complaining, it's been a long time since I've heard you sing and obviously the baby likes it. So go for it….but no more 'Carousel' please."
I caulk my head and look at him curiously. "You have a problem with 'Carousel'?"
He leans over and kisses me lightly. "Yeah, it's beyond depressing and I hate the music. I'd go see 'The Vagina Monologues' every day of the week with you if it meant I never had to experience 'Carousel' ever again."
I kept the head tilt but smirked slightly. "First of all, I have no interest in seeing 'The Vagina Monologues' and second, how can you find it depressing? I think it's sweet."
Don lets out a loud laugh as he gets up and then sits again pulling my legs into his lap. "It's not sweet, it's depressing, the dude is a jackass and fucking dies leaving a woman and unborn child behind, not sweet."
Well that made sense, it hit a little too close to home for him. "But he comes back to make sure they're ok."
"Yeah, but it's not the same as being there and it's out of guilt since he killed himself."
What? "He didn't kill himself."
"Yes he did, he stabbed himself."
I'm flabbergasted. "He fell on the knife!"
Don turns to me immediately and fires back with… "On purpose."
My jaw drops and I just stare at him for a few seconds as he smiles widely and runs his hand over my stomach. "He didn't kill himself. It was an accident, and I'm not having this conversation with you. But since you're so adamant about the book of 'Carousel' being off limits, do you have any other suggestions?"
He shrugs and smiles. "West Side Story? Two people from different worlds who find love."
I snort and laugh out loud. "And then the guy fucking dies….hmm I'm noticing a theme here." Don laughs and before he can butt in I continue. "And besides, I hate 'West Side Story,' if I hear that damn 'America' song one more time I'll go fucking postal in the Hearst commons."
Don goes to open his mouth and then shuts it promptly before smiling and speaking. "Fine, what about 'Chicago' or, fuck, why does it have to be musicals, I'm not sure that's smart, should anything Liza related be introduced into the womb?"
Definitely not touching that one. "So you're saying that 'Reefer Madness the Musical' is out then?"
Don rolls his eyes and gives me 'the look' the one I've recently realized he learned from my father that says 'treading on thin ice here Veronica.' "Yeah, we can leave the say no to drugs speech for later."
I can't help but smile as he rubs my swollen body and when I get another couple kicks and I feel like the baby is doing somersaults the look of pain on my face is enough to get him to lay down next to me and rest his head on my belly. "Looks like baby is impatient here Mars, better make a selection."
By that point frustration is winning over my calm and I'm ready to lose it. "You know what? If you're so picky then why don't you just do it yourself?"
It's not that I expect him to say no, but I really do expect him to take a little while to think about it. But before I can make any comment at all, he starts to sing and much to my surprise, he's really really good; like a cross between John Mayer and Eddie Vedder, much better looking of course, and the song….is one of my favorites.
Highway run into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
You're on my mind
Restless hearts sleep alone tonight
Sending all my love along the wire
They say that the road
ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line it's been you and me
And loving a music man
ain't always what it's supposed to be
Girl
you stand by me
I'm forever yours
faithfully
By the time he's done with the song I'm in tears and when he looks up at me they begin to free fall even more. The baby has calmed completely and Lamb slides up my body taking my lips passionately as his right hand cups my breast. "Mission accomplished?"
I smile and kiss him again. "Yeah, you have no idea, although I have to say that I was expecting AC/DC or Lynryd Skynyrd."
Don shrugs again and as his lips meet my pulse point and his hand travels up my shirt, he lets out a soft laugh. "What can I say, I've always been a Journey man, I never stopped believin' you'd be mine, and looky here I got you didn't I?" At his words he takes my lips again and then stares straight into my eyes. "I love you Veronica Mars."
Its moments like this that make everything worth it and I can't help the words that come out of my mouth. "You too Deputy, I'm forever yours."
His smile is all I need to know he feels the same, but his corny response reminds me of why I love him. "Faithfully."
Chapter Eleven http://community.livejournal.com/veronica_lamb/66874.html
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A/N: Lamb does sing the entire song, i just didnt feel like including the whole thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own: Carousel or any of its music, West Side Story or any of its music, Eddie Vedder, John Mayer, Journey or any of their music.
I will still be taking requests for this fic up until Friday of this week and then I'll begin working on the next follow up some more, still looking for title ideas for that one btw!