"Hurry up Heather, we're gonna be late," she had a whine in her voice that Heather couldn't take anymore, "I swear if you're looking for that damn scrunchie I'm filing for divorce!" Her voice filled with sarcasm as she laughed at herself.
"Oh she just thinks she's so funny doesn't she?" Heather thought to herself. She grabbed her scrunchie on the way out of the room and turned off the light.
"In case you forgot, Veronica, I am carrying our children. I can't move as fast as I used to." She slowly made her way down the stairs, stopping midway "What's your damage anyway?" Heather glared at her so she remembers who she's talking to.
Veronica couldn't help but stare as Heather walked toward her. She asked herself every day how she got so lucky to call Heather hers. Heather was beautiful every day but there was something about the dress she chose to wear, red really was her color. Even her hair looked amazing tonight. Veronica didn't even realize she was staring until Heather said something.
"Is there a problem?" Heather grabbed her coat and nudged her wife.
"You look, I don't- just WOW." Veronica grabbed her own coat putting it on, "You make that dress look amazing. You look beautiful."
"I always look beautiful." Heather smiled, blue eyes finding brown she buttoned her jacket, "I mean red is my color. Just like blue is yours." she eyed her wife's outfit choice.
Veronica simply laughed and gave her wife a kiss on the cheek. "Come on my sweet little penguin, we really are gonna be late," she placed a hand on the small of Heather's back and led her out the door. " you're the one who hates to be late." She opened the door and helped Heather climb into the car.
"Well you waited until the last minute to tell me you had something special planned today, so do not blame this on me." Heather crossed her arms staring out the windshield before glaring at Veronica once again, "and do not call me a penguin again, I do not waddle." Her face softened when she saw a smile play across Veronica's face. She just couldn't stay mad at her.
"Hate to be the bearer of bad news but you definitely waddle, babe." She placed a gentle hand on Heather's knee, "I did tell you I made plans for today while we were eating the other night, you were the one that didn't want to get out of bed this morning," she held up a finger before Heather could protest, "before you even say it you are also the reason we were up half the night." She faced her wife and arched an eyebrow as she started to rub circles on her knee with her thumb receiving and eye roll in response.
"Like you were so bothered by staying up half the night or did I truly marry that Girl Scout cookie?" Heather's words were sharp but her smile took away the sting.
"Well Girl Scout cookies do seem to be your favorite, you eat them all the time." Veronica's tone completely innocent until she realized what she said. Heather shook her head and rolled her eyes as Veronica laughed at herself.
The smile on Heather's face grew as she continued to watch her wife. She took the hand Veronica had placed on her knee and laced their fingers together. These were the moments she cherished more than anything, though she would never tell Veronica that. As much as she pretended to not like surprises she loved when Veronica would plan them, she had always been the more romantic one, the only time she didn't like them was when Veronica forgot to mention she had something planned, like today.
"Yes I do like Girl Scout cookies, I could actually go for some right now." She shot Veronica a devious look as she gave her hand a little squeeze.
"You have got to be kidding me, Heather. We do not have time to be side tracked because you can't control your hormones." A hint of annoyance in her voice.
"I meant actual Girl Scout cookies. Don't be such a coose Veronica." Heather struggled as she reached forward and pulled a sleeve of Thin Mints out of her purse. Heather moaned as she crunched into a cookie. "Now where are we going?" She smiled sweetly as she ate another cookie.
"The whole point of a surprise is the element of not knowing, Heather. I promise you'll like it." Her tone was soft and her smile genuine. Heather threw Veronica one of her famous pouts that always got her what she wanted. "Ugh, fine, we're going to the city and that is all I'm telling you."
"God Veronica, you really think I can walk around the city right now? I can barely make it from the bedroom the the kitchen without hearing you bitch about how long it's taking me and you want me to go to the city." Heather scoffs, "What are we going to the city for anyway Veronica, it's January, it's cold."
"God, Heather what's your damage? Will you just let me do something nice for you? Did you forget that it's New York City, you don't have to walk anywhere." Veronica pulled her hand away from Heather's, were they really fighting again, it seems that's all they've done lately.
"I know you don't expect me to take the subway, hell you don't even like taking the subway. I'm not too fond of taxis either." Heather stared blankly out the window.
"I'm getting a fucking car service Heather, why do you have to be such a mega bitch?" She regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. "I'm sorry Heather I ju-" Heather cut her off by simply holding up a finger.
"No. I will sit here quietly until we get wherever it may be that we're going. I'm sorry for being such a 'mega bitch' as you so kindly put it." Just like that the car fell silent as Heather turned and looked out the window, silently wiping a tear from her eye. She started yet another fight because she couldn't be patient enough to wait for the surprise.
The last two weeks felt like high school all over again with the way here were fighting. Every little thing set Heather off and Veronica would always bite back. There wasn't a thing they haven't fought about recently. Her hormones were running rampant and sometimes she just couldn't help it. She closed her eyes no longer holding back her tears. She loved Veronica more than she could describe and there truly was no one she would rather be spending her life with. This woman made her so happy even after all the time she spent trying to make her miserable, she never gave up, always knew just what to say and when to say it.
Heather couldn't help but think about their first fight. There was so much she wished she could go back and tell her eightteen year old self and Veronica.
"Dammit Heather, I don't know what you want me to do!" Veronica raised her voice making the blonde turn around.
"I want you to tell him to fuck off. Tell him that you're seeing someone. That things are serious." Heather waved her hands wildly as she walked towards Veronica.
"He's new, he just wants friends!"
"He doesn't want just 'friends' Veronica. He want's to fuck you," Veronica stepped back as Heather spit the words at her. "or do you like that idea? Him touching you." Heather's face inches from Veronica's.
"That's not true Heather!" Veronica stepped back and stood her ground trying not to let Heather get to her.
"God Veronica, such a pillowcase. I see the way he looks at you. He looks at you like he is going to take you right there in the cafeteria. But if you like the thought of that, fine, go be with him. I can bet you though," she was in Veronica's face again, brushing their lips together before moving to her ear, "that he will never be able to fuck you like I do." Her breath was hot and heavy against Veronica's ear. She pulled away with an evil grin on her face.
"I don't want that Heather." Veronica stepped back, "I only want," she dropped her head stopping mid sentence because she knew Heather was right. "I just think he could use a friend. I promise that's all."
"What do you want Veronica?" Heather pried trying to get Veronica to say it.
"I only want you, Heather." Veronica moved until her mouth was against Heather's ear, mimicking her girlfriend's action. "You are the only one I want to fuck me," her voice was low and intense. Heather's cheeks red as Veronica backed away..
"Don't think I'm going to be fucking you anytime soon if you hang out with Jessie James." Heather went to walk out the door but Veronica grabbed her arm stopping her.
"You don't get off that easy, Heather." She pulled the blonde in for a kiss, their lips barely touching when Heather pulled away.
"I swear Veronica I see you talking to him, I will destroy you. You can transfer to Washington you can transfer Jefferson because after I'm done with you no one at Westerburg will let you play their reindeer games." Heather pushed her girlfriend off of her and walked out the door.
Looking back that was a stupid fight too, but Veronica wouldn't listen. Just like back then this was a small disagreement that ended in a had just spent last night so full of love, wanting and needing each other. Heather was lost in her thoughts when she noticed the glow of the city she's grown to love.
She wiped tears from her cheeks before turning towards Veronica and resting her head on Veronica's shoulder, weaving her arm under Veronica's. "I'm sorry, Veronica. That was uncalled for. Please forgive me?" She placed a gentle kiss on her wife's arm before nuzzling into it.
Veronica let out a deep sigh, "I just wish, look I know you're hormones are all over the place right now, but Heather I was just trying to do something nice for you. Take you out on one last date before the babies are born." She gave Heather a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling into a parking garage. "Yes, I forgive you Heather, but please try to enjoy this night, I worked hard to plan it." She gave Heather a gentle smile as she put the car in park.
She stood besides the passenger door helping Heather out. "I love you, Veronica. I really am sorry." She stood up and pulled Veronica in for a kiss. "Now where are we going?" She smiled sweetly.
"I promise you will find out shortly, Heather. But you are going to have to walk just a little bit." Heather rolled her eyes and Veronica couldn't help but laugh, the car ride already behind them. She took Heather's hand in hers and walked out to the busy sidewalk.
