Alright. So. This came out super long and super rushed because a certain someone kept pestering me to finish it. Yeahhhh. You know who you are.
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Setting: A lot happened before the Demon Queen of The Playground came to be. Planning wasn't really involved.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with Heathers in any way, shape, or form.
"Hey, Heather..? Can we talk..?" Veronica asked, poking her head around the doorway.
Heather grunted in response. She was reading - Well, attempting to read - some mind-numbing magazine, squinting hard at the pages. God, she needed glasses so badly, but she'd never admit that there was a flaw with her. Heather Chandler was perfect.. According to Heather Chandler.
The brunette sighed quietly, plopping down next to her, "So I've been thinking lately.. And you have to hear me out on this before you say no, okay- I genuinely think that together, if we really tried, we could honestly do it and it would give us some sense of fulfillment or something, you know-"
"Oh my god, just spit it out already." The blonde huffed, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend's rambling.
"- I think we should be parents-"
".. I'm sorry, you'll have to say that last part again. I think I heard you wrong. It almost sounded like you said we should be parents."
".. I did."
"Are you on some drugs I don't know about?" Heather was staring at her as if she had spontaneously sprouted three heads, which made the other clear her throat.
"No! No. I just.. I don't know. I've been getting these weird feelings after Heather brought her twins over, so I thought about it.. And I think we should do it."
"Well, unless you magically grow a dick.."
"We could get a donor, or a surrogate, or we could even adopt-"
"Like hell I'm adopting. I don't want someone else's nasty kid. There's probably a reason they didn't want them in the first place. No surrogate either. I don't need to pay a fucking whore to do something I can already do."
"Woah, woah, hold up. 'Something you can do'? Are you volunteering for this?"
The blonde considered it a moment, before nodding, "If we're having a kid, it's going to look like me, otherwise I might as well just say no."
"So.. You're volunteering to get pregnant. And probably lose your 'perfect figure', just because you want our child to look like you?"
"Um, yeah. I mean, who wouldn't want a mini-version of me running around?"
".. You don't want me to answer that question."
Shockingly, Heather kept to her word and with the help of a donor, did succeed in getting pregnant. It was news that shocked most people they crossed paths with.
All in all, the last few months hadn't been so bad.. Except with Heather bitching about morning sickness for a while and using this as an excuse to have Veronica do absolutely everything for her. But.. At least it was for a good cause?
The worst of it was when she had realized that most of her clothes no longer fit her. After that, Heather blatantly refused any maternity clothes, usually opting for any sort of sweatpants and one of Veronica's loose fitting t-shirts, much to her dismay.
"Can't you feel that?" Heather asked, scrunching up her nose, wiggling to pull her shirt up more.
"Sort of..?" Veronica answered, before yanking her hand away from the other woman's stomach with a small squeak, "What was that-"
Heather snorted, "You got kicked."
The brunette made a face, shaking her hand out. "That feels weird. I mean, like, it's cool.. Miracle of life and everything. But - It feels so weird."
"You're not the one who has to feel it all the time, are you? And from the inside at that."
"Ew, Heather, stoppp-" Veronica whined, covering her face and flopping backwards on the bed.
One month later...
It hadn't been so bad, in Heather's opinion. She only had about three more months to go.. The one thing that bothered her the most though was she was getting slight cramps, but was told to dismiss it.
But now she couldn't. Now she was in the kitchen, nearly doubled over in pain, whatever she had been doing abandoned on the counter.
"Veronica-!"
That didn't sound good. As quickly as she could, Veronica put down her book and hurried into the kitchen, nearly slipping on the tile in her socks as she rushed over.
"Heather, what's wrong?"
"I don't know, but it hurts and something wet just ran down my leg-"
Panic. Anxiety. Panic. Anxiety. Those were the two things Veronica felt at the moment. "What-? No, it's way too early- We're going to the hospital-"
What soon followed was devastation.
"It was premature labour," the doctor had explained to Veronica outside the door, "Stillborn. My advice is to keep a close eye on her in the next few days - I'm sorry for your loss." The entire thing had sounded so insincere it nearly made her sick to her stomach.
She'd never been much of a crier, but even now, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. She quickly did her best to blink them away before going into Heather's room. She'd cry later, she knew that, but right now comforting Heather was the main priority.
The sight that greeted her was what Heather herself would have described as "pathetic".
Heather was laying in bed, her makeup smudged and smeared, blonde hair pulled back sloppily behind her with frazzled fly-aways, looking extremely tired and.. Numb. That was the only word Veronica had in her vocabulary at the moment that truly described how the woman looked.
"Hey.." Veronica said softly, making her way over to sit on the edge of her bed.
"Hey..." Heather's voice was unusually soft and weak, something that Veronica was unaccustomed to.
Unsure of what to say next, the brunette moved to wrap her arms around the blonde's shoulders, pulling her close, an unsettling feeling hanging in the room.
It was Heather who spoke first, mumbling, "They asked if I wanted to see her, but I said no.. Who would want to see something like that? Like, 'Here, hold your dead baby and say goodbye forever'. That's fucked up.."
"This is all fucked up, but there's nothing we can do to fix it."
"Yeah, but still.."
"I know.." Veronica sighed, rubbing Heather's arm gently. It took a few more moments for her to register that Heather was crying.
Heather Chandler, the demon queen herself, was crying. Not just a few crocodile tears. But actual real crying, burying her face into Veronica's shoulder. Even though they'd been dating since their senior year of high school, never once had Veronica ever seen Heather cry. She'd seen the other Heathers cry plenty of times - But Heather Chandler was always dry eyed.
She couldn't say that anymore.
One year later..
"Here." Heather said, dropping something into Veronica's lap.
Veronica, not fully paying attention, picked it up. "What the-? Oh my god, Heather, this is a pregnancy test- That's disgusting!" She made a face, dropping it. "Wait.. Why do you even have one to begin with?"
The other looked at her, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Because."
"Becaaaaauuuuuusssse..?"
"Because I was thinking the other day," Heather said, examining her nails, "By other day I mean like, six weeks ago. Either way, I was bored and sick of seeing that door at the end of the hallway closed all day when we both know what's behind it. It's depressing. So, I'm fixing that."
".. You didn't.."
"I did. Hopefully, in about - say, less than eight months - they'll be an actual occupant in that room."
"You told me you were going shopping that day!"
"Yeah, I lied. I knew you would take forever to convince, so I just went and did it myself. It's time to move on. Not completely, no, but we have to try again eventually, right?"
"We are not naming our daughter 'Evaporate' or whatever shit you just said."
"I said Eudora, not 'evaporate', oh my god. Eudora is the name of a Greek goddess who-"
"No. Keep going."
"Abigail. Like from The Crucible."
"Hell no. Keep going."
"Jo."
"What's that from?"
".. Little Women."
"Keep going."
"Jane, as in Jane Eyre."
"Nope. That's it. We're naming her Claire." Heather huffed, raising her eyebrows.
"I'm not having a daughter named Claire."
"Her name is either Heather or Claire. Pick one."
She didn't want to pick either of the names, frankly. Claire was just so.. Eugh.
".. Fine. Let her be named Claire."
"Look how tiny her hands are-" Veronica grinned, barely even touching the newborn for fear of hurting her. What a wuss.
"Veronica, you can hold her, you know."
"Yes! .. No. What. I've been up for 24 hours. I've drank six cups of coffee."
"Oh my god, I don't care. Here." Heather rolled her eyes, yanking Veronica down to give her the bundle.
"What. No. Heather, no. Oh my god. What if I drop her."
"You won't."
"Yeah, but what if-"
"Shut up or I'll take her back."
"No-! I mean, no.. You don't have to do that."
Though she did flinch when the baby in her arms yawned, making Heather laugh.
"'S not funny.." Veronica grumbled.
"If you're so afraid, then come sit next to me, Jesus Christ. I'll grab her if anything happens." God, her girlfriend was pathetic sometimes. She was dating a loser.
Ever so carefully, Heather moved over and Veronica sat down next to the other, balancing Claire in her arms, who didn't seem to care much either way.
.. Until she started crying. Nope, nope, nope. Veronica nearly panicked as she quickly gave her over to Heather.
".. You're kidding me, right." Heather groaned, quickly calming the babe before readjusting her. "You're such a pussy."
"Whatever." Veronica mumbled, pouting slightly.
"Give her a kiss and say you're sorry for being such a pussy."
"Do I have to?"
"Duh."
Very awkwardly, Veronica leaned forward to kiss Claire's cheek, whispering a quiet 'Sorry' to her before leaning up to peck Heather on the lips, "You suck, but I love you."
"You're a fucking loser, but I love you anyways. And her."
"And her, yeah. We love her too. She just doesn't know it yet."