Because this idea was way too cute to pass up. Reviews would be appreciated.

Summary: Veronica just doesn't know how to do other people's hair and finds her own jokes hilarious.

Disclaimer: I don't own, nor am I affiliated with Heathers in any way, shape, or form.

"Can't you sit still for two minutes?" Veronica grumbled quietly, carefully pulling the squirming toddler into her lap.

She quickly began to brush the little girl's wild blonde curls, trying to make them into something decent, but the brush was yanked out of her hand after a moment. The brunette groaned, looking down at the pouting girl with the hairbrush.

"No!" The girl huffed. It seemed like 'No' was the only word she knew.. Which wasn't shocking seeing who she had for a mother, er... Mothers?

"Can I have the brush back, at least?"

"No!"

".. Alright. Fine. We'll wait for Mommy to get home and do your hair then. How about we watch Scooby Doo instead?"

"Yes!"

Veronica nodded, balancing the girl in her lap as she reached for the television remote, turning it on to Scooby Doo, as promised. The little girl was mesmerized, dropping the hairbrush she was holding onto the floor.

Dropping her shopping bags on the floor by the front door, Heather ventured further into the house, stopping in the doorway of the living room to watch the two girls snuggled on the couch together.

It barely took any time for the little one to realize who was standing there, and she let out a squeal of delight, wriggling out of Veronica's arms, "Mommy!" She immediately ran to Heather, arms outstretched to her.

Heather couldn't help but crack a smile, bending down to pick up the little girl, "Claire-bearrrr!"

(Veronica still disliked the name Heather had chosen for their daughter. Claire? Really - Why? They both argued over names for months; Veronica wanting something from any of her favorite books.. Which included throwing out a few names from Lord of the Rings.. Heather wanting less geeky (originally she argued to name her Heather), eventually deciding upon the name Claire, and declaring that was what they were naming their child. It was a battle Veronica wasn't going to win.)

"Oh my god, what did Mama do to your hair?" Heather made a face, picking at Claire's half-brushed snarled curls. "I told you to leave it until I got home. But no. Miss 'I Never Listen to Heather Even Though She's Always Right' just had to go and fuck up her hair."

"She ran into the wall because she couldn't see because her hair was in her eyes! So, you know, I thought I could just brush it back.. But she squirmed too much.." Veronica mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact with the glaring blonde.

Claire, upon seeing what her mother was doing, mimicked Heather and glared at her other mother. When Veronica looked up, she couldn't help but laugh, "Heather, she's a mini-you!"

"Well, duh. I kind of gave birth to her. You were there." The blonde rolled her eyes, prompting Claire to do the same. Sort of.

"Yeah, but I mean-" Veronica laughed again, "She even has your glare down and she's two! She's literally you!" Why was she still laughing? Why was this so funny to her?

Heather looked annoyed, but Claire happily laughed along with Veronica, though she didn't know why.

Veronica wheezed, "She'll be the Demon Queen of the Playground-"

"You're wheezing at your own shitty jokes. God, you're a loser."