Booties and Bonnet's
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Chapter One: A somewhat unexpected surprise.
Summary: An unexpected surprise is left on Logan's door step and he call's Veronica for help. Set after Logan breaks up with Veronica in S3. Maybe allude to spoilers from the show but mostly AU.
Rating: K.
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As the elevator slowed to a stop, a ding signalling its arrival on the penthouse level, Logan adjusted his surfboard, and shook the remainder of the sand from his hair.
Another long day had been spent at the beach surfing with the usual crowd. Now he was in the mood for a long hot shower and a few beers with the guys who were due to arrive in a couple of hours with the pizza.
Logan managed to juggle his board and the wet bag of clothes just enough to open the door and let himself into the suite. Dumping his keys, phone and the bag on his table he was heading for the shower when a basket on the couch caught his eye. It hadn't been there when he left.
Walking over to it he was absolutely horrified when he saw what was nestled inside. Not a what really, but a whom. Wrapped in a blue blanket, sleeping soundly was a rather small baby.
He noticed a note towards the bottom and gingerly picked it up, all thoughts of the party later rapidly leaving his head. It was a hand written note on a white piece of paper; the message had been hastily scribbled.
I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. He needs his daddy and I know you'll take good care of him. Please keep him safe. I'll never forget what we had but I'm just not cut out to be a mother.
Holy crap, he thought. Surely this couldn't be his baby.
The little boy slept on as Logan carefully moved the blankets around searching for any further clues as to who the little boy's mother was. He found a baby book shoved down the side of the bassinet.
Flicking through the pages he learned that the baby's name was Noah and he was born on September the 24th, which made him about a month or so old, other details such as his birth weight, and medical history was there but there was no trace of anything pertaining to the baby's mother.
What should he do? Obviously someone had to have let them into the room so he picked up the phone and called down to the front desk.
"Oh hey Callie, it's Logan."
"I'm fine and you?"
"Oh good, listen someone delivered a parcel of sorts to my suite sometime in the last few hours do you know who it was or is there a record of anything?"
"There's not? No one remembers letting anyone in?"
"Ok thanks" he ended the call.
According to Callie at the front desk nothing had been delivered to Logan's suite via the front entry, and security wouldn't have let anyone deliver anything into the penthouse without authorisation.
Exhausting the current possibilities Logan sat down next to the baby to think about his next move.
He never had anything to do with babies in his life; given he had mostly been raised by nannies and had no younger siblings; he had no idea really what to do with a baby.
His thoughts were interrupted by a small whimpering sound coming from the basket, looking inside he saw the baby was starting to fuss. Terror filled him as he realised that full on screaming would soon follow and he had no clue how to stop it. He needed help and fast but who did you call in this situation?
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Veronica was sitting outside the Camelot motel waiting on a philandering husband to reappear from room 125 when he phone rang. Checking the caller i.d she saw it was Logan, slightly strange considering he hadn't called her since they had broken up and that was weeks ago now.
"Hello?" she answered her attention not completely focused on the call as she spotted the door to the room opening. She placed her phone on her shoulder holding it there with the side of her head as she focused the camera on the man emerging from the room.
"Veronica, its Logan. I need your help" he said
"Well that's a surprise" she commented sarcastically whilst clicking several shots of the man embracing the mystery woman.
"No seriously, Veronica. Can you come over, I have a situation that's fairly urgent" he pleaded with her. The baby's cries becoming louder in the background.
"Logan is that a baby crying? Where are you?" he had her full attention now.
"I'm in my room, when I got back from surfing I found a baby here, by itself and now it's crying and I don't know what to do with it" he was clearly starting to panic.
"As in someone left a baby on your doorstep? Figuratively speaking" she wanted to make sure she had her facts straight.
"Yes, exactly, now please just come and help me, I think it's hungry or something but there was nothing left with it except a pacifier. Please Veronica I don't know what else to do" he begged her.
"Ok, I'm coming I'll be there in about twenty minutes until then just try and soothe him by rocking him and giving him the pacifier" she advised ending the call.
What had he gotten himself into now? It was always something with Logan, she thought as she headed for the nearest pharmacy. If Logan was right and the person who had left the baby there had left no supplies she was going to need to pick up a few things.
Heading through the aisles she found the baby section and added some formula, bottles, nappies and wipes to the trolley. She paid for the purchases at the checkout and headed for the Grande.
As soon as the elevator doors opened she could hear the crying coming from Logan's room, figuring he had his hands full she out the bags on the ground and dug through her purse for the key she still had, using it to open the door.
"Oh thank god" Logan said as she put down the bags and walked over to where he was rocking the bassinet back and forth.
"Why didn't you pick him up?" she asked gently lifting the baby from the bassinet using one hand to support the back of his head.
"Well maybe because I've never held a baby and didn't know how" he retorted, amazed at how the baby's crying was subsiding as Veronica made soothing sounds.
"He's probably hungry" she remarked "How long has he been here?"
"Well I've been here about an hour now and I'm not sure how long he has been here, no one seems to know who left him" he watched her walk around the room with the baby propped against her shoulder one hand patting his back.
"First things first, let's feed and change him and then we'll work on figuring out who left him here. Does that fancy coffee machine you have here do boiled water?" she asked.
"Sure, but are you sure he wants water? And shouldn't it cool down first?" he pointed out.
She tried not to laugh at his lack of knowledge "Logan, you can't just give a baby an unsterilized bottle or tap water, it will make him sick, leave the bottle in boiling water for a few minutes to sterilise it, then you need to make the bottle of formula for him"
"and you know this how?" he asked, searching for a bowl which he then added then bottles to and covered them in boiling water.
"I used to babysit remember and I picked up some things from Duncan and the baby books he read" the baby was starting to fuss again, comfort alone no longer soothing him. Deciding it would be quicker for her to fix the bottle; she made to hand the baby to him.
"Uh uh "he had seen her intention "I don't know how I'll drop him"
"No you won't just sit down and I'll hand him to you" she instructed already heading for the couch.
Logan had sat down, figuring that seeing as she was helping him it was probably better that he follow her instructions rather than argue with her and risk her leaving.
"Here you go" she handed the baby to him, making sure he was using the crook of his arm to support the baby's head.
She returned to making the bottle, measuring two ounces of water and adding two scoops of formula, she then sat it in a cup of cool water to cool down.
When the bottle was cool enough she took the baby back from Logan and settled onto the lounge, holding him securely while offering him the bottle which he hungrily took.
"Logan, can you please get me a towel?" she asked preparing to burp the baby.
Logan headed into the bathroom and returned with a clean towel, handing it to her.
She spread it out across the back of her shoulder before propping the baby up against her and patting his back.
"What's the towel for?" he asked.
The baby let out a burp followed by some milk.
"That" she answered him.
Satisfied that she had winded him enough she fed him some more of the bottle, until he fell asleep leaving a small amount of milk in the bottom. "Well he seems satisfied with that; I wasn't sure how much he would take. Every baby is different"
She stood up carefully and walked into Logan's room laying the baby down gently on the bed. "Just watch him for a moment" she said leaving the room. She was back less than a minute later, nappies and wipes in hand.
"I'm guessing that since you didn't know how to feed him you certainly have no clue how to change him?" she stated, leaning over the bed to unbutton the all in one the baby was wearing.
Logan just shook his head. This was definitely a side to Veronica he had never seen.
"Well, watch closely" she instructed, removing the wet nappy and securing a dry one on the little boy.
"So does he have a name?" she had been so busy tending to the baby that she hadn't even thought to ask.
"According to the baby book his name is Noah, and he's about a month old" he told her, watching as she wrapped the baby back up in his blanket and settled him in the bassinet.
"Ok, now he's settled for hopefully a few hours I think you had better tell me everything." Her tone was more curious than accusatory "And Logan? I'll know if you're lying"
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