Heather gripped Veronica's hand tighter moving closer as they stood on the sidewalk, burying her face in the shorter woman's neck to shield her from the cold. Veronica smiled as she felt the hot breath of her wife on her neck. Reaching across her own body she placed her free hand on Heather's stomach tracing circles with a finger. They stood content in silence waiting for the car, letting the sound of the busy Manhattan streets fill their ears. She nudged Heather's head up with her shoulder smiling softly at the blonde before gingerly placing a kiss on red lips.

"Heather, my dear, you are in for quite the evening." Her smile never fading as she spoke. "I promise the car should be here any second, I know you're freezing." She kissed Heather's nose lightly pressing warm lips to cold skin.

Heather couldn't help but smile as her wife pulled away. "I hope you're right because I am freezing." Her teeth chattered as she snuggled close to Veronica again. She let out a sigh of relief when a car pulled up in front of them and Veronica stepped forward to open the door.

"Your chariot awaits, my dear." Veronica gestured to the car as Heather walked toward her. She helped her climb in before following suit. "Now the first stop of the night, dinner at your favorite restaurant. We will have one of the best views of the city." She watched the smile grow on Heather's face as she started to talk about the plans for the night.

"Oh, The View? That place is so very. Veronica, what made you think of taking me there?" Heather asked trying to get more information out of her wife.

Veronica giggled as she pulled Heather close. "I just wanted to take you out for a nice night. You're due in a few weeks and we'll be busy with the babies, so i figured a night out about us, and only us, could do us some good." Her voice was soft as she explained her reasoning. Pushing her hair out of her face she looked over at her wife again who was biting her lip.

"You cannot be serious, there is no way that turn-" Heather silenced her by pressing red lips to paler pink ones. Heather sucked Veronica's bottom lip into her mouth nibbling gently causing a moan to escape the brunette. Pulling away she rested her forehead against her wife's. "We're gonna be at the restaurant soon." she breathed out.

"I was simply kissing my wife, nothing wrong with that." Heather smirked looking at a worked up Veronica. "I'm sure there will be plenty of me kissing you tonight. Oh look we're here." Her voice filled with excitement.

They were seated immediately when they entered the restaurant. They spent the entirety of the meal talking about their relationship, their careers, and how life had changed more than they expected it to. They talked about their soon to be child, all was well until they started to discuss names.

"I refuse to let you name our daughter Heather!" Veronica set her wine glass down, "Just like I will not name our son Kurt." she laughed at the mention of the name as high school memories came floating to mind.

"What are you laughing at? I never said Kurt for a boy, Heather did. You're just mad because I shot down Jason." She nudged her wife under the table starting to laugh with her, "I wouldn't be naming her Heather after me, it would be after Heather obviously." she continued to laugh as Veronica shook her head.

"I don't even know the sex, this is unfair, you have an advantage," shooting Heather a look she continued, "unlike someone people, I have the patience to wait." She took a sip of her wine waiting for a response from her wife.

"Well I wanted to know and I always get what I want," a wicked grin forming as she took a sip of her water. "but I think you know that." She leaned across the table and planted a gentle kiss on her wife's lips causing her to blush, she never was one for public displays of affection.

"You don't always get what you want, Heather." She stated matter of factly as she took Heather's hand in hers.

"Well I did get you to date me, fall in love, and marry me, didn't I?" She raised her eyebrows questioning the woman across from her. "Well the falling in love part wasn't hard, you had a thing for me from the beginning."

"I did not!" Veronica's face turned bright red, "At least not the way you always make it seem." she lowered her face from Heather's gaze, her voice low.

"I hate when she brings this up. She was the one who initiated this relationship, not me. She was the one who had something for me first." Veronica thought to herself she could still feel the heat in her cheeks.

"It's okay Veronica, I was hot in high school." She lifted her wife's chin the confidence in her voice fading as she smiled shyly.

Veronica noticed the smile but as she went to say something the waiter placed the check on the table. She slipped her credit card into the check cover and looked back at her wife. She tried to read Heather's expression but it was one of those moments where she couldn't. Neither one of them noticed when the waiter brought came and took the check until he arrived back with.

"Mrs. Sawyer, your ride is outside." His voice was soft as if he had just interrupted something he shouldn't have. Veronica gave him a gracious smile and signed the receipt before getting up and helping Heather. Both women made sure to give him a thank you and a smile before leaving.

"Hey Heather, can I ask you something?" Veronica asked as they got into the car.

"You felt the need to ask permission? Like me saying no has ever stopped you before." Heather eyed her wife, sensing something was off. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Well after I told you that I didn't have a thing for you in high school and you gave the same answer you always do," Heather smiled, she was hot in high school, "something was different. The way you smiled, it was, it was just different."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Heather sat up straighter and flattened out her dress as she thought about what Veronica had just said. "How did she notice that. It was only a smile."

"I just, I started thinking about when we were in school I guess." Heather stared out the window as the car started to move.

Veronica slid behind her and wrapped both arms around her resting her hands on her baby bump. Heather turned her whole body so she could lean against her wife, she didn't like being vulnerable and was going to try her best to hide it from Veronica. She rested her hands on Veronica's as she started to talk again.

"I had a thing for you from the beginning too," her voice almost a whisper.

"HA! I knew it, I knew it. Veronica: 1 Heather: 0" Veronica smiled against her wife's neck making sure to keep her thoughts to herself.

"I mean, you think you already know that, but from the moment I first saw you, first talked to you I knew something was different. You were different from Heather and Heather. You cared, even when I treated you like shit. You had this smile and you were just so beautiful." She let out a sigh like she had just told her deepest darkest secret.

Veronica was at a loss for words. Heather, outside of their wedding vows, had never really said anything like that. She wasn't one to show her true feelings,not even to herself. She simply repositioned them so that she could see Heather's face and was surprised when she saw tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh babe." Veronica wiped the tears away with her thumbs before pulling her wife close to her. "Hey, there's still more stuff I have planned." She gave Heather a quick peck on the cheek before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out two tickets and handing them to Heather.

Heather studied them for a minute. "Oh my God, you've been listening to me talk about seeing Wicked since Kristin came back." She stared at the tickets silently for a moment, "Veronica, holy shit, these are really good seats. Like really good." She studied her wife's face tears forming as she saw her beaming smile.

"Heather please don't cry, please." She pulled her in for another hug. "We don't have to go, I mean I know how much you love Kristin Chenoweth and it's one of her last shows and I just thought that.." Heather pulled away from the hug before kissing Veronica passionately.

"These are happy tears." She kissed Veronica again. She pulled away finding dark brown eyes and locking their gaze. "I love you, Veronica. So much." Her voice sincere almost causing Veronica to tear up with her.

"I love you too, Heather." She placed a gentle kiss to the woman's forehead as the car came to a stop in front of the theater. "Now, let's say we get in there and enjoy the show?" She gave Heather one last kiss before opening the door and climbing out of the car.

They walked hand in hand through the theater to their seats. Heather rest her head on Veronica's shoulder and laced their fingers together. Veronica couldn't help but smile, it might have only been the hormones making her act like this but she would take every minute of mushy Heather she could get.

Veronica couldn't help but glance at Heather all night. She would do anything to make Heather happy. She loved every minute of their relationship, even when they were fighting. Looking back she smiled at all the times she thought she hated Heather Chandler, which was most of high school. Her freshman self would die if she could see into the future. Veronica knew, in this very moment, that her life was complete as long as she had Heather by her side. She couldn't help but smile as she watch her wife smile and stare in amazement as the show came to a close.

"That was amazing," Heather was practically jumping up and down, "she is wonderful." They picked up their things and started their way out the theater.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were going to leave me for her." Veronica laughed at herself as they walked outside.

"Well she is quite beautiful, extremely talented, blonde hair, eyes that you can never really tell if they're green or blue," Heather teased poking her wife, "but she's too short for my liking. Gillian Anderson on the other hand." Heather returned the laugh shooting Veronica a smile.

"Gillian Anderson isn't on Broadway. You can't switch mediums like that!"

"Where's the car? It's cold." She snuggled up against Veronica trying to keep warm.

"It's not here. There's uh, there's more to the surprise, come on." Veronica pulled Heather toward the sea of people waiting at the stage door.

"Veronica, I can't stand here. It's cold, I'm tired, and my feet hurt. Plus with it being this cold they're probably going to sneak them out another way." Heather whined as Veronica pulled the past the sea of people up to the door. "We can't just go in there." Veronica ignored her and opened the door. They were greeted instantly by a security guard.

"We should be on the list." Veronica smiled at him sweetly. "Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler." The man moved to the side and guided them in.

"Veronica, how on earth did you manage this?" Heather whispered as they were escorted down a hallway. "I mean getting great seats is one thing, but how on earth did you manage to get us back here? And where exactly are we going?"

"I have my ways, I'm not the Girl Scout cookie I used to be." Veronica placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, receiving a questioning look from her wife. "Okay, maybe I am still a Girl Scout cookie at heart, I know people and I did some talking and now you are going to meet the one and only Kr-"

"Kristin Chenoweth." A voice bellowed from behind them. Both women turned around to see the Broadway star standing there. Tears filled Heather's eyes as she tried to speak. "Oh honey, please don't cry. Come with me, you look like you could use a seat." She smiled led the women to her dressing room.

Heather was speechless almost the whole time except for a few words and questions. This was by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. She hadn't smiled like that in a long time.

"Thank you so much." Heather beamed as she said goodbye. Veronica shook her head, her wife has met celebrities before and never acted like this. She made sure to say goodbye and thank you as they left.

"Veronica, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I don't know what to say." She gave the woman a kiss as they climbed into the car.

"Well that's a first." Veronica smiled against her wife's lips.

"Shut up." Heather silenced her wife with another kiss smiling as their lips met.

Veronica was the one to deepen the kiss pulling Heather close to her. She sucked Heather's bottom lip into her mouth gently nibbling. A small moan escaped the blondes lips as her hands moved to dark hair. Veronica moved her lips to Heather's neck nipping at the delicate skin. Heather tilted her head back exposing more skin to her wife, her breath hitching as Veronica kissed down her neck towards her collarbones. Veronica had just started to undo the buttons on Heather's jacket when they were interrupted by the driver.

"Ladies, we're at your destination." His voice timid sensing he had interrupted something. "I have the time to pick you up on Sunday, is there anything else you'll need?"

Heather gave Veronica a confused look as he got out of the car and opened the door for them. She took her wife's hand as she climbed down taking in her surroundings trying to figure out where exactly they were.

"Shit, Heather, this was supposed to be part of the surprise. I got us a room for two nights in the city so that we don't have to worry about cleaning or cooking and can just spend the whole day in the city tomorrow. We don't really have to go out we can just stay in and have like a mini getaway." Veronica rambled as Heather looked around again.

"Veronica, we're in a parking garage, not a hotel." She would do just about anything to get a rise out of Veronica.

"No shit Heather. The hotel however is The Plaza. I figured you're used to being spoiled so I should just continue to do so." Veronica smiled as Heather's eyes lit up with excitement. "I thought you'd like that." She gave Heather a quick hug pulling away and placing her hands on Heather's round stomach. "I have a feeling these little ones are going to have your taste in, well everything, so we might as well get little Jason or Gertrude used to it to." Veronica smiled as Heather rolled her eyes at the names.

"We can discuss the names later, we don't have any clothes. Do you expect me to sleep in this dress?" She gestured to her outfit.

"Yes we do, Heather helped me plan this weekend and seemed more than happy to bring clothes down." Veronica was now talking to Heather's stomach. "I have not felt you kick all day, are you mad at me?" She gently rubbed the bump.

"No, but this mamma sure is gonna be if you don't get her out of the cold." Heather shot Veronica an annoyed glance. "Can we please go inside?"

"Yes, my love. Let's go" Veronica took Heather's hand in her own and lead her to the hotel.

Both women were stunned by the look of the hotel. Neither of them had seen anything so nice before. They quickly grabbed their room keys and made their way upstairs. Upon entering the room Heather saw two suitcases placed to the side, her signature red and Veronica's blue. The two took their time getting settled and taking in the room