Title: Complete
Author: danakm
Rating: PG
Characters: Veronica/Logan, OC
Word count: 584
Summary: Logan's POV. It's still hard to believe sometimes...
Warnings: Plotless future fluff! Also, my first attempt at VM fic, so you've been warned ;D
Author's note: A small drabble (what's the word count limit of a drabble, anyway?) from a plot!bunny that just wouldn't leave me alone and the result of a sleepless night. Unbetaed and completely self indulgent. Also? I suck at titles :/
P.S. Feedback is my crack ;D
My son is like a mini hurricane. He's only three, but he can run like a crazy man and will talk your ear off if you give him the opportunity. He's just...
"Daddy?" - A sleepy voice says from the other side of the room.
"Yes?"
"Could you please stop doing that? I can't sleep."
"Stop doing what, little one?" - I can feel more than see his stare. Just like when Veronica is telling me something she thinks should be perfectly obvious...
"That thing with your fingers on the table."
"This? I thought you liked it!"
"Well, yes, but not so much when trying to sleep..."
OK, I have to admit the kid is right. No surprise there, being his mother son and all... but sure, tapping noises are indeed annoying when trying to sleep.
After only a couple of minutes of me not being "annoying" Matt is finally asleep. I can't help but watch him, I simply love looking at him, so tiny and so perfect...
"Logan?" -Veronica says from the door, but I'm so concentrated on our son I don't see her until I feel her arms around me.
"Is it late?" - I ask.
"Not really. You were just taking longer than usual and I was feeling awfully alone by myself on that huge bed you insisted on buying."
Not again... - I think, but I just give her a look.
"What? It's true! I don't see why we would need such a big bed when most of the time we're just all over each other, anyway."
I smile and put my hands on her lower back. Then I just kiss her forehead and look back to our son. Our son... It's been three years already, but it still costs me to believe it sometimes...
"He looks just like you, you know? An exact mini replica."
"Nah." - I tell her. "He's got those beautiful big blue eyes I love so much." - I smile at her and she smiles back.
"Oh, come on Logan. He's got my eyes, OK. But he had to get something from me, right? Save the eyes, he's an exact copy of you. Don't tell me you can't see it."
"Yeah, poor guy" - That gets me a soft slap and a serious look.
"You don't mean that" - She dares me to challenge her on that and when I don't answer she just hugs me.
"Good. He is beautiful and very lucky because you, my dear, are seriously hot." - I feel a small hand grab my ass, but she just gives the most innocent of the smiles.
"Oh, really?" - She nods and I kiss her deeply, but we're back to silently watching the sleeping form of our son before we get to caught up. We are in our son's room after all.
"It's still hard to believe sometimes, you know? I keep thinking and I have no idea when I got so lucky. I mean, we actually made it and here it's the proof."
"He's pretty amazing, isn't he?" - She asks without looking at me but I can tell she's smiling.
I nod and I'm happy just knowing this is real. This is my life now and I don't really care how we got to this point. I'm just glad we stuck together through all the crap. It was all more than worth it if this is the prize. Completion.
And if I'm dreaming I don't want to ever wake up.