Bullets and Babies
Great job Veronica. She thought to herself, flinching as another bullet skimmed passed her ear. You couldn't just let it go! Russian mobsters, sure, not a problem you should totally have taken them on by yourself. But I didn't did I? I took Mac and Wallace along for the ride and then dragged Logan into the mess as well. She huffed to herself. Well, technically she hadn't dragged Logan in, he'd jumped in unhesitatingly that day in the Hearst cafeteria six weeks ago.
Logan! Where was he? Was he alive, had they found him? Oh god, what if they found him the way they'd found her?
That's the question isn't it Veronica? They found you, but you don't even know where you are, so how? Another bullet skipped and whined at the back wheel of the speeding motorcycle, focusing her back on her present situation. Veronica hugged Weevil tighter, holding on for life as the former gang leader wove erratically over the winding mountain back road that they were on trying to avoid the shots from the passenger side of black sedan behind them. They'd been on the road, heading South for an hour before they'd encountered their new friends who were now proving hard to shake.
Veronica felt Weevil duck as a shot flew passed his head.
The black leather jackets and helmets they wore offered no protection, if a single shot hit either of them, that was it, game over. Suddenly, the bike gave a spurt of speed as Weevil left the road and started up the rough mountainside in an effort to lose their tail. He didn't need to tell her to hold on tight, the terrain was not meant for his road bike and the going was rocky, Veronica nearly lost her grip on rider and bike a few times. However the ploy seemed to be working and the black sedan screeched to a stop on the dirt road below and both occupants, dressed in black suits, how very cliché Veronica thought, exited and began shooting at them out of the vehicles windows.
Weevil headed behind a convenient rocky outcrop where a narrow trail that continued up the mountain mostly under cover appeared in front of them. The biker seemed confident about his move and Veronica had felt his body relax more the further up the trail they got without bullets landing around them. Oh, there was still shooting, but it was clear that their unknown assailants had no idea where they were.
After 15 minutes had passed the bike slowed to a stop under thick tree cover.
"V, you ok, you hit?" Weevil, sprang off the bike, whipped of his helmet and quickly looked over the small blonde, inspecting her for any wounds.
I'm good, you?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Now mind explaining what the hell is going on? What's your boy got into this time?" The tattooed biker stood back with his arms crossed and waited for the blonde to speak.
"Um, actually, not his fault", she halted, "Well, not entirely his fault! I kinda wouldn't let that video go and got in deeper than I'd expected. Turns out that Gory, the charmer who distributed the video of Piz and me is connected to the Russian mob." She blurted out.
Weevils eyebrows raised and his expression clearly said he needed more information. And while handing out information willingly was not Veronica's strong point, she conceded to herself that given he'd just been shot at unexpectedly and was currently saving her life at great risk to his own, she probably owed her old friend a little more detail. Weevil's deep brown eyes continued to hold a level stare at her, letting her know she wasn't getting away with the usual Veronica brush off anyway.
"So, video? Russian mob? How's Logan involved? I woulda thought that was more little boy blue's problem?" Weevil finally spoke, referring to Piz and breaking into the blondes internal thought process.
"Ah, yeah, Gory approached me in the café at Hearst and had some unflattering things to say about me and my, um 'performance', Logan may have taken that rather badly and reacted in a typically Logan fashion."
"Went all hulk on his ass did he?" Veronica looked at the ground and nodded. "Can't say I blame him, probably would have done the same thing myself." He said with a wry look. Veronica's eyes flick up to her old friends a with a small grateful smile pulling at her lips. Weevs always had her back, she knew that. Mind you, she also knew he'd have listened to her initial "connected, connected" warning and approached Gory more strategically. Heading the PCH's made Weevil smart and he only took calculated risks, he needed to in order to stay alive in that life.
Weevs was speaking, once again breaking in on her internal musings. "We can't stay here, but how did they find us? Was it luck or were they tracking us?" He's checking his bike over, looking for trackers. 'Oh crap, he's right, how did they find them? They weren't with them when they left Neptune, and it's unlikely they were tracking Weevil, hell, she didn't even know who was picking her up from the back entrance of the of the Grand, it must be her they are tracking.' Think Veronica, how can they be tracking you?
"Nuthin' on the bike, nuthin' on me. What about you V?"
Veronica upends her trusty messenger back onto the ground and its contents spill out into an untidy pile. "You start checking this stuff," she says as she begins methodically checking her bags compartments and feels through the lining and inspects it for any new tears or stitching that could indicate that a bug or tracker has been inserted. Nothing.
As Weevil clears each item, she places it quickly back in the bag, they can't stay still too long if they are being tracked.
"It'll need a power source." She says, thinking out aloud to herself. "My phone, it's got to be my phone." She says, tearing it from her back pocket and prizing the back off thinking, how stupid are you Veronica? How did you go on the run from the freaking Russian mob and not check your own phone for bugs? What sort of PI are you anyway?' She thinks to herself as she and Weevil stare at the tracker installed in her phone. She gives weevil and apologetic look, and the Latin boy just shakes his head but gives her a slight grin.
"Slippin' V" he smirked.
"Shut up Weevs."
She considers removing the SIM card and ditching the rest of the phone but thinks better of it (it's backed up in the cloud anyway) and hands the entire phone to the biker. "How's your arm?" she quizzes.
"I'll never go pro, but as your boy Logan knows, I can toss stuff around pretty good when I'm motivated enough." He winks, "But I got a better idea. What happens if you remove the tracker from the battery, will it stop transmitting?"
Veronica thinks it over, "Best guess, yes, what did you have in mind?"
"You just disable it, let me watch and learn how to put it back and leave the rest to me." He replies. "Move fast now, we've wasted too much time here, they can't reach us by car, but who knows what resources the mob has on you V."
Well, she can't argue with that, and really has no desire to be shot at anymore today, or at all for that matter, she's had way too much of that in in her short life.
Veronica works quickly and hands the tracker and phone to the biker who stores it safely in one of the inner pockets of his black leather jacket and hands her helmet back to her and begins to put his on. Veronica stops with the helmet half over her head. "Hey, where are we anyway? You clearly knew that trail was there."
"Who me, how would I possibly know about a hidden trail that runs through the mountains and is only accessible by bike? Sounds like you're accusing me of something nefarious, I'm hurt." He says giving the blonde his most innocent look and flutters his long, Bambi like eyelashes. "Now on the bike blondie, we got places to be or Opie will freak out."
Weevils less than flattering but more playful uses of one of his nicknames for Logan was all Veronica needed to jump quickly back on the bike and wrap her arms around his waist tightly once more.
Logan, god, please let him be ok. He'd been frustratingly elusive on detail earlier that day when the shit had hit the fan. All he'd say was just trust him, he'd made arrangements for her safety. She needed to stay in his suite as the Grand with her dad until 3.30pm then take the service elevator to the loading dock where he'd arranged for transport. Then he'd kissed her softly but passionately, grabbed his swiftly packed bag and walked out the door without a backwards glance.
She'd wanted to scream at him, demand answers, but found it impossible to do as he'd taken her face gently in those beautiful hands of his and placed his forehead on hers and looked soulfully into her blue eyes, told her he loved her more than life itself and to please, please trust him to keep her safe, to keep them safe.
Them!
***Flashback to two days earlier***
It's 12.30 am when the lift doors open to the short corridor that leads to the penthouse suite at the Neptune Grand, Veronica hesitates before steeling herself to leave the comfort of the little metal box and then strides towards the closed door of the suite. The diminutive blonde raises her hand to knock, but hesitates, perhaps its better if she comes back tomorrow when she's had some sleep she reasons.
Pfft, who's she kidding, she's not slept in two days and while she really doesn't want to, she needs to speak to Logan about this. But it's late, and with the suites occupants you never know what you're going to find behind door number one! She turns to leave, hesitates again, nope, cowboy up Veronica Mars, just knock and get it over with. It should be a short conversation after all, she'll say her piece and leave, easy peasy.
She thinks back to the last time she stood in front of this door four weeks ago, she hadn't hesitated then, she'd stormed out of the lift and pounded on the door until a very annoyed Dick Casablancas opened it. She'd blown right past him to get to her target who was lounging on the couch like he hadn't been throwing the scion of a Russian mob family around the Hearst café like a ragdoll two hours earlier. Seriously, if Gory didn't kill him for his reckless behaviour she just might. But that was then, and this was now. With her left arm she wraps her jacket close around her, takes a deep breath and knocks somewhat timidly, if she'd admit to herself, on the door to Logans suite.
She turns to face the lift, moving slightly nervously from foot to foot. The door opens faster than she was expecting. Someone was clearly still up inside. Please be Logan and not Dick she silently pleads. She turns back to face the door and finds that her prayers have been answered. Logans standing looking quietly down at her. He looks way too good for this time of night dressed in those jeans that cost a stupid amount to look that right kind of casual and a tight green Henley.
"Hi". That was it? Smooth Veronica, nice start, hi, that's all you've got when you show up on your ex boyfriends doorstep at close to one in the morning? She glances down at the ugly hotel hallway carpet before looking up to meet those expressive brown eyes.
"Hi yourself." Logan's tone is soft, low, a touch reserved, but he's smiling slightly, he's picked up on her nerves she knows and is trying to put her at ease. Oh, she realises, he thinks I'm here for a completely different reason than I am! Of course, women probably show up late at night on his doorstep for sex all the time. No wonder he's not surprised to see me! She sighs.
Steeling herself Veronica, she draws herself up to her full height "Can we talk?"
"Sure, I'm always up for dialog in the hallway" quipped Logan leaning casually against the door frame. "Did you want to come in for this, or is it more of a diatribe and swift departure kind of thing? I'm never sure with you Veronica." His voice has an edge to it. She shouldn't be surprised, after her last visit here post Gory beat down she avoided all his calls.
The blonde glares at him. "Hallway is fine, this won't take long." She wonders how he can make her so mad in such a short amount of time, oh well, guess this makes it easier. She shakes her head, wraps her jacket around her with both arms and dives into the conversation she thought she'd never be having, let alone with the boy standing in front of her.
"So, you remember the last time we caught up?" Her eyes flick up to meet his, which turns out is a mistake. Logan's eyes have darkened and his smile quirked up at one side, clearly he remembers!
"I do." He says, pushing off the door frame and taking a long step that brings him right into her personal space. She blushes slightly bites her lower lip, avoiding his eyes as his hands ghost over her shoulders and down her still crossed arms.
"Do you remember what happened?" She doesn't have to look up to know that the quirked grin is now a full blown, self assured Loganesque smirk, "I do." Is the quiet answer. She can feel the heat radiating off him as one of his hands leaves her arm and gently pulls her chin up so he can see into her eyes. Both their bodies are vibrating, his with lust and hers with nerves, and, if she's being honest, a bit of lust as well.
She looks directly at him with big, questioning eyes, still biting her bottom lip. Logan stops and looks closely at her, he can feel the, well, he'd call if fear in anyone else, but this is Veronica Mars and she doesn't do fear like this. This is different to any expression he's seen in her eyes before. His eyes go wide with realisation, he lets out a gust of air, stands up straight and his expression changes from lust to a combination of shock, panic and something else Veronica can't place.
"Right." He says taking a deep breath, "You aren't asking if I remember the wonderful, impulsive afternoon we shared after you came to tear me a new one, you're asking if I remember the broken…"
"Condom, yep, that'd be it." She confirmed finishing the rest of his sentence for him, swallowing hard. They'd been so caught up in their frenzied love making that neither of them had noticed the malfunction until after it was too late. Logan had been concerned at the time and wanted to know if there was anything they needed to do, she'd reassured him, on the pill she'd said, no need to worry.
Famous last words apparently! Who knew that a bout of food poisoning a few days earlier would be her undoing? Technically, thought Veronica, this is Mac's fault, it was her who wanted to try that dodgy looking vegan place the day they went to San Diego. Veronica should have known better than to order the only meat based dish in the place, who knows how long that pork had been sitting there in vegan hell waiting for some poor carnivore to consume it!
"And you're…"
"Yep." was the short reply.
Taking another deep breath in, Logan pulls the now shaking blonde to him and gently puts his arms around her and rests his chin on top of her head. "Well, this is a longer conversation I feel, how about you come inside, and we sit down and talk?"
Veronica's mind is racing a mile a minute and it suddenly hits her, he's dressed, dressed nicely, it's late, he's not alone in the suite! He's got a date in there! She should have known better than to come here at this time of night expecting Logan of all people to not have 'company'. She pulls out of his arms and turns towards the lift.
"No, all good, you clearly have someone inside and I don't want to keep you from your guest. We'll talk later, I shouldn't have come."
"Veronica." Logans voice was quiet but firm as his hand gently caught her upper arm and prevented her from moving any further down the hallway. He swung around to place himself between her and the lift. "No. You don't get to show up here, tell me you're pregnant with our child and then breeze off like it's nothing." He ducked his head to meet her eyes and can clearly see the fear and insecurity in them, he can feel her shaking and for the first time since she arrived observes the dark shadows under her eyes. Not sleeping he thinks, well, I can understand that! "We are talking about this, come inside". Seeing her about to protest, he talks over her, "Yes, I do have a guest, but they'll be delighted, if not surprised to see you." He winked at her.
At this he feels Veronica's body relax slightly and she allows the tall brunette to put one arm around her shoulders and guide her into the suite.
Hearing them coming closer, Logans mystery guest swiftly backs away from their hiding spot behind the door where they've been shamelessly eavesdropping and resumes their previous position lounging at ease at a poker table set up in the main room.
Her curiosity about Logans late night mystery guest is now aroused, Logan was counting on it to lure her inside, she's almost sure of it. That boy knows her too well. She still has her jacked wrapped tightly around herself protectively as they round the corner and into the suite proper.
On spotting Logans very unlikely guest her she smiles widely and her eyebrows both raise and she flicks both guys a querying look.
The heavily tattooed biker with the large pile of poker chips in front of him answers her unasked question first. "Before you ask, I'm performing a public service V, I'm teaching Ritchie Rich here a thing or two about humbleness by taking his money to give to the poor." He gestured to the chips in front of him. "Should I ask what you are doing here at this uncivilised time?"
Veronica smirked at her old friend and solider, assumed an air of nonchalance. "What a coincidence Weevil, I'm also here as a public service, you know how cranky Logan gets if he doesn't eat his greens and get his full eight hours, it's a spot check." She quipped back playfully, pulling off her jacket and sitting herself in corner of the large couch. An action she immediately regretted as the air conditioning in the suite was turned up high and a tiny involuntary shiver worked through her.
Weevil just raises an eyebrow at her, clearly letting her know he's not buying what she's selling, but he'll leave it alone. "Yeah well, glad to hear it, no one wants to see this pretty boy have a meltdown over his morning latte or anything." He thinks privately that she's looking paler and more tired than normal, but given what he's just learnt, that's not surprising.
The object of their mockery threw them both a half amused look and shook his head before causally picking up a light turquoise cashmere throw from the other end of the couch and tucking it around Veronica; he hadn't missed the shiver. His hand rests reassuringly on her shoulder for just a moment and she casts him a grateful look.
"You hungry?" Veronica shakes her head. That's a first he thinks to himself. So, she's not eating or sleeping, well at least one of these I can fix, he decides. "I'm hungry, Weevil, you want something?"
"No thanks, I'm good here."
Logan picks up the phone, calls down to room service, ordering his usual buffalo burger along with Veronica's favourite cheeseburger, a larger order of fries, a salad. She should eat green stuff now right? He muses. Better get a vanilla milkshake as well, milks good for babies too, he thinks. All the while he's keeping a close eye on Veronica who's well disguised nervousness has returned. She's worrying the inside of her lower lip and staring at the far wall, clear signs she's not happy. I just have to keep her here to talk, he thinks, I'll wrap this hand up with Weevil and toss him out if he doesn't get the hint and go on his own.
"Ok Robin da Hood, let's play and see who teaches who about humbleness." Logan declares with his usual jackass tone and a flamboyant hand gesture as he gracefully perched himself on this chair at the table.
Weevil pick up his cards from their interrupted hand from where they were face down on the table and makes a 'bring it on' motion with his left hand.
Logan carelessly inspects his cards and makes his moves. "Oh, and Weev's don't think I didn't hear you call me pretty earlier; we'll definitely need to delve further into that." Logan goads, fluttering his eyelashes at the biker across the table.
"Yeah, but you know Vato, I'm not into pretty boys, so you'll just have to keep pining and your eyes on your cards." Responds Weevil completely unphased.
"Like it rough do you Weeves?" Pipes up the little blonde from her cocoon on the couch with a saucy wink.
A knock at the door silences any response Weevil had as Logan throws his cards face down on the table and goes to let the room service in.
Jeff Rattner pushes the trolley in front of the couch next to Veronica where Logans gestured to. "Mars, late visit." He notes curtly.
"And I'm fortunate enough that you've got the late shift to have the privilege of serving me!" Responds Veronica with false brightness and a fake smile. Rattner sneers back at her.
Logan rolls his eyes at this by play. He's seen it all before from these two. He's taken to tipping Rattner well to ensure that his food arrives unmolested regardless of animosity between his girlfriend and her classmate. Silently hands Rattner a fifty, Rattner nods goodnight and leaves the suite, closing the door behind him.
Looking mock angry at the cashmere bundle on the couch he asked, "Must you antagonise the man who brings me my food Sugarpuss?"
"Yes, and don't call me Sugarpuss." Replies Veronica distractedly while she inspects the contents under each silver cloche and begins nibbling on one of Logan's fries.
Logan pulls a Skist from the suites fridge, places it on the trolley and slides a large pile of fries onto the plate with the cheeseburger, leaving the salad next to it as well. He takes his burger and the rest of the fries and returns to his seat at the poker table. Veronica frowns at the salad but eats another fry, followed by another.
The two boys pick up their hand where they left off and quietly trade barbs along with cards. Weevil catches Logan shooting Veronica sideways glances and the small smile he gives when he realises that the usually ravenously hungry girl on the couch who absolutely wasn't hungry has started to half heartedly eat the cheeseburger.
Logan groans quietly in disgust and throws his cards on the table as the former gang leader grins widely and pulls the chips in the centre of the table towards him, his winning hand face up on the table in front of him. "Told ya, poker, maybe not your game Echolls".
"Yeah right Paco, we'll see who's game it is next week. Until then, I think you have enough of my money."
Weevil stands quietly and grabs his leather jacket from where it's been draped on the chair back behind him. A look at the couch shows a sleeping Veronica with only the untouched salad left on the room service tray. She looks so small and vulnerable right now. Not many people make it into the ex PCHers heart, but Veronica Mars is his people and if Echolls doesn't stand up and do the right thing by her, he'll make him hurt, regardless of the fact that they have a weird private friendship now.
He nods towards the door, indicating that he wants Logan to follow him out. Logan makes a lead on sign with his hand and tails him out into the corridor.
Closing the door behind him so as not to wake Veronica, Logan stands back against the wall and waits for Weevil to share what's on his mind.
"You're going to do the right thing by our girl now aren't you?" Weevils voice is low and menacing. He's glaring and right up in Logan's face, pulling out all the intimidation stops without actually touching the other guy. "Cause if you don't, you and me, we gunna have a problem."
Giving the biker an 'are you kidding me look' and a relatively gentle shove to get him out of his face. He knows neither of them wants to start a brawl with a pregnant and edgy Veronica Mars in earshot, so a more aggressive push is out of the question.
"Didn't your mother teach you that eavesdropping is impolite Weevs?" Logan could help but snark back.
Weevil continued to glare at him but didn't make any other moves, allowing the taller boy to continue speaking.
"The right thing, whatever that is, it's not my decision to make. It's Veronica's, so let's get that fact straight up front." Says Logan quietly but forcefully. "However, whatever her decision is I'll respect it," he pauses briefly "Even if she decides now's not the right time for her, for us, to have a family." He finishes, looking sad at his last statement.
A heavy hand lands on Logans shoulder, "That's all I needed to know man, just need to know you got her back and that you'll treat V with respect. She's going to be scared by this, big time, you know that right? You got to be patient and not push her. If you push, V will run, even if she might not want to."
Logan meets Weevils eyes dead on, the biker is used to reading people and is relieved to see sincerity in the rich boys. "I know. If it's something Veronica Mars hates, it's not being in control and this is scary. Hell, you think I'm not scared? If you knew anything about my parenting role models, you'd get that."
"You think I'm swimming in solid parental role models, Vato? Beside the point, glad we had this chat, we both know where we stand. You mess up, I kick your ass, right?" Says Weevil as he pushes the lift button.
Logan nods his agreement and watches the lift doors slide open, the other man enters and turns to push the ground button. "Hey, Weevil, you still got that old burner phone from when we were trying to work out who killed Felix?" Asked Logan a little too casually.
Weevil pushes the door open button to keep the lift in place, "Yeah, why?"
"No reason, you keep it charged though?"
"Not usually, but I can."
"That'd be good, perhaps for a few months."
"Do I want to know?" Asks Weevil, more than just slightly curious but still maintaining his innate sense of self preservation.
'No, probably nothing, call it a plan B insurance policy. You know how I tend to piss people off." Said Logan in a chipper voice. "I'd like to know there was someone she trusted that could be called if needed."
"Ok then." Was all the response given as the lift doors closed and the ex gang leader was whisked back to the only level of the Neptune Grand that people from his zip code generally got to see.
Logan re-entered with suite and walked back to where Veronica (and his baby – Fuck!) was quietly snuffling in her sleep on the couch. He stood looking tenderly down at the beautiful blonde woman that he loves with a million questions running through his mind. The two foremost being, does she want our baby? And will I be like him?. All the answers he can come up with are as terrifying as each other.
Deciding that there was no way he was letting Veronica leave the Grand without them having a discussion about the baby, Logan bent down and scooped the tiny blonde and the cashmere throw up off the couch. In response, Veronica simply squirmed a bit and snuggled into his shoulder, tucking her nose into the side of his neck. He stood there enjoying the feel of her (them!) in his arms. Her breath tickling the side of his throat making him his blood rush more than it should from that simple physical action. Veronica breathed in deeply into the side of his neck and mumbled what could have been his name.
Oh my god, did she just sniff me and say my name? Logan swallowed deeply at the thought and mentally chastised himself. Stop it, she's fast asleep, pregnant and you're fantasising about her smelling you, get a grip Echolls, this is how you wound up in this situation in the first place! Shaking off the thought, he carried her bridal style into his room and holding her with one arm, pulled back the covers and gently unrolled Veronica from the cashmere throw into what he considered her side of the king sized bed. Logan sat at her feet and began removing Veronica's boots and socks, as he placed the second boot neatly at the foot of the bed, he looked up, still holding her sock clad foot, to see her half awake in the light from the ugly fish on the wall above the bed.
"Logan, what are you doing? I should go, I can't stay, my dad's home." She said sleepily starting to struggle up.
The sock was whipped off and Logan was on his feet and at the head of the bed in a flash, gently pushing her shoulders back down into the comfortable mattress, before sitting down next to her. "Veronica, you are so tired, you fell asleep on the couch, you didn't even hear Weevil leave. I'm not letting you drive like this." He said in his most soothing tone, Veronica let out a drowsy humpf, "And as far as your dad goes, I'm pretty sure you staying tonight isn't going to matter, I'm already picturing myself at the non friendly end of the sheriff's shotgun." He finished with a soft look and wry grin. "The least you can do for a dying man is indulge him in his final wish." Logan was rewarded with a sleepy roll of Veronica's eyes that he knew from experience meant he'd won the round. "I'll find you a T shirt to sleep in, so you'll be more comfortable."
He quickly crossed the room and pulled her favourite shirt of his to sleep in, an oversized Hearst tee out - he never wore it now so it was always ready for her to use, but she didn't need to know that -and brought it back to her side of the bed and handed it to her.
She sat up as fast as her drowsy state would allow and languidly pulled off her tight blue Betty Boop tee that she was wearing. Logan tried to appear casual and not look as first her bare stomach and then blue lace Victoria's Secret demi bra covered breasts appeared, he failed miserably on both accounts if her sleepy, sexy smirk was any indication. Putting him out of his misery Veronica pulled his shirt down over herself and then slowly wriggled out of her jeans. By now Logan wasn't sure if she was slow because she was tired or if she was simply torturing him. He also wondered if she was wearing the matching lacy boy shorts that belonged to that Victoria's Secret set. Damn, why did he pick such a large shirt for her to wear, now he'd wonder all night. The sound of her jeans hitting the floor beside the bed pulled him back into reality.
"Good night Logan, we'll talk about all this over breakfast, I'm too tired tonight." Said the tiny blonde yawning in his bed.
"Good night Veronica, we will. We'll talk it all out in the morning and you can tell me how you feel about this." Said Logan as he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his side of the bed wondering what to read into this short conversation.
'This', that's how we are referring to our child? What does that mean, does that mean she doesn't want it? Do I want to be a father? Yes! With anyone else as mother, maybe, but with Veronica, no question. I love her, I've always loved her. I know I'd love our child. What does it mean for us, would she want us to be together? What if she doesn't want it, what does that mean for us? She wasn't exactly lining up to get back on the Echolls Express after what I'd hoped was our post sleazebag beatdown sex, which apparently turned into baby making sex. Fuck!
What if she wants the baby and doesn't want me to have any part of it? Can't say I blame her, I'm a train wreck with a murderous, addictive parenting gene pool and no prospects outside of my trust fund! Outstanding baby daddy material right here. I. Am. Fucked! There's no way she wants me. She might be in my bed, but there's no way she's staying he thought miserably. At this Logan turned in the bed to look at the back of the woman who held the keys to his happiness with tears starting in his eyes.
His movement must have been enough to jostle the sleeping woman, who completely disarmed the now semi distraught boy by snuggling back into his chest and stomach with a little wiggle and snuffle before letting out a contented sigh and falling deeper asleep.
Logan instinctively snaked his right arm around Veronica's sleeping form and held her back to him, keeping her warm and safe, his entire body pressed the length of hers. No one would believe it, but kickass, taser wielding PI Veronica Mars liked to be the little spoon. He grinned slightly as he remembered the night he first discovered that and how he'd teased her, whispering in her ear that at last he felt like the man in the relationship. In a post sex bliss out she'd given him a playful slap on the arm, told him to stop talking and wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter and fallen asleep with a smile on her face.
Logan had had a handful of epiphany moments in his 19 years and right there under the ugly fish in the bed that he's had meaningless sex with forgotten women, the same bed that he and Veronica had conceived their baby (it was nearly the couch, but somehow they'd made it to the bedroom), staring at the top of her head, he had the most important of his life. He loved Veronica, he wanted to raise a family with her and give her everything she deserved, including a version of him that was worthy of her love and trust. This he'd fight for with every fibre of his being.
Dropping a kiss on the sleeping Veronica's temple and moving his right hand down so his fingers splayed across her still flat stomach, he whispered, I promise to love you both, always into her hair and drifted off to sleep.