"Hey, Roni? Which Heather brought our stuff?" Heather called from the bedroom.
"Heather Mac, why? And you know I hate that nickname." Veronica made sure Heather heard the annoyance in her voice.
"Because this is a little snug," Heather tugged at the shirt trying to pull it over her stomach as she walked into the living room. "I really hope whatever she threw in there for tomorrow actually fits. Why on earth would you leave her in charge of picking out clothes? I love her but she's not the brightest person there is." She laughed as she gave up.
"Guess I didn't really think much of it. You always said she had a better fashion sense than that, how did you word it, 'total cooze and mega bitch' Heather Duke. Plus you and I both know Heather McNamara would still do anything for you." She watched Heather walk to the couch. "You still look very cute though." Veronica said as she joined her wife.
"Either Heather would still do anything for me. Thank you," she paused for a moment as she thought about her wife's nickname again, "Roni." A wicked smile forming as disgust washed over Veronica's face.
"Seriously, how have I put up with you for so long?" Veronica laughed as Heather rested her head on her shoulder.
"Because no matter what, you have and will love me." Heather snuggled into her wife's side moving as close as she could. "Your little ones decided to wake up by the way." She took Veronica's hand and placed it on her stomach. "Mini me likes the sound of your voice, just like their mamma" she gave her wife a soft smile and kiss.
"I feel so weird talking to your stomach, Heather. Like I know they can hear me but it just feels weird. How do I know what to talk about? Plus how do you know it's my voice they like?" Veronica felt a little flutter under her hand as she spoke. Heather was always right.
"Haven't you learned by now, I'm always right." Her voice sluggish. "Just talk about anything Veronica. You're love for writing, whatever strange books you're reading, your beautiful wife." She placed a kiss on Veronica's neck before closing her eyes to take in the moment.
After a few moments Veronica felt the weight of Heather's head and knew she was sleeping. She traded talking for tracing shapes instead smiling every time she felt a flutter of movement. Relaxing she took in her surroundings, she was sitting in a suite in The Plaza Hotel, married to the love of her life, with twins on the way. The last few years have been a whirlwind and she wouldn't want it any other way. After yawning a little bit herself she decided it was time to wake the queen and go to bed.
"Heather, my love, let's go to bed." She gently nudged her wife and received a groan in response. "Heather, I don't want you to sleep on the couch." She nudged her a little harder this time causing the woman to wake.
"God Veronica," she groaned her voice still heavy with sleep, "you could've been more gentle." She did not like to be woken up. Slowly she got up and made her way to the bed. Veronica followed close behind.
"I was gentle but all I got was a groan, I didn't feel like hearing you complain in the morning that you had to sleep on the couch." She took Heather's hand in her own, "bed?" She received a simple nod and a sluggish Heather started to climb into bed. By the time Veronica had shut off the lights and gotten herself situated for the night Heather was fast asleep.
"Goodnight Heather." Veronica whispered before wrapping her wife in her arms.
Veronica woke up reaching for Heather only to find cold sheets. She listened to see where her wife might be but her ears were only greeted by silence, slowly she got up and walked up to the window, glancing out she saw Central Park covered in a blanket of fresh snow with snow still falling. Heather certainly wasn't outside in this, she hated the cold. She tiptoed out to the living room where she found Heather sleeping on the couch. As she rounded the corner she noticed another woman curled up with her, Heather McNamara.
Veronica laughed to herself as she looked at the two cuddled on the couch. There was a time where she could have sworn Heather was cheating on her with Heather. The two have been best friends for quite some time now, along with Heather Duke, they ruled Westerburg. Quickly she found her phone and snapped a picture of The Mythic Bitch and The Head Cheerleader sleeping, the smaller framed woman almost completely on top of her wife. She decided to take a shower and avoid waking the two blondes.
"No, no, I think the maddest I ever was was when you and Heather decided to call Veronica because Kurt and Ram got wasted and you wanted to pawn them off on her." Heather laughed as she nudged her friend.
"No way. The maddest you ever were was when I tried to come on a date with you and Veronica because I didn't know it was a date." The smaller blonde laughed.
"You knew damn well it was a date, Heather. We had been together for like six months." She shook her head and started to stand up. "Would you like breakfast? I could really go for some pancakes." Heather sounded excited as she searched the menu looking for what she wanted.
"What about Veronica? Do you think she'll mind?" Heather's voice lowered as she was sure she would overstay her welcome. "She worked really hard to plan this weekend for you."
"I'll go ask her." Heather took off into the other room before Heather could protest.
Heather walked into the room to find Veronica drying her hair. She put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, Veronica."
"Good morning babe, when did Heather get here?" Veronica gave her wife a kiss as she placed the hair dryer down.
"I woke up around three and couldn't get comfortable again so I called her to see if she was still around, which she was, so I invited her to come keep me company." Heather smiled at Veronica, "Anyway, I told her you wouldn't mind if she stayed for breakfast."
"Heather I don't, wait, you called her at three in the morning but wouldn't wake me up? That was only like an hour after we went to bed." Veronica shook her head she never would understand the relationship between them, "Today was supposed to be us." she watched Heather roll her eyes.
"It's still snowing though. The roads are a mess, especially for Manhattan and the trains are running hours late." Heather went to continue with her list of reasons her friend should stay for breakfast.
"Fine, but only because I know she wouldn't send one of us out in the snow." She gave Heather another kiss.
"Thank you. I promise to make it up to you tonight." She gave the brunette a wink. Her smile wide as she turned and walked out of the room.
"At least wait for me before eating!" Veronica said mostly to herself, Heather already back in the living room.
Heather walked in to Heather sitting nervously on the couch. "I told you she wouldn't mind, Heather. She just asked that we wait for her to eat." Heather sat back down next to her friend. It hadn't been just the two of them in a while.
"Only if you're sure."
"I'm sure. It's still snowing anyway, there's no way you'd be able to hail a cab. Stay for breakfast. It'll be very." Heather smiled at the smaller blonde.
"I guess you're right." She placed a hand on Heather's stomach. "Have you guys decided on names yet?" She couldn't help but smile when she felt one of the babies move.
"No. It always turns into a fight, we can't agree on a name for a boy or a girl." Heather sighed as she rubbed her stomach.
"But Heather, you already know they'-"
"Please do not finish that sentence." Veronica said as she joined the two in the living room. "I do not want to know what they are. Now what were you thinking of for breakfast?"
"Pancakes." Heather answered, not missing a beat, as she moved over for Veronica.
The three women decided to have breakfast delivered to the room. They sat and talked about high school, college, and their careers. Heather McNamara was a successful designer, Veronica was a writer, and Heather was a lawyer. They talked about Heather Duke, who was Heather's assistant at her law firm, she always was second best. After they had finished eating Heather and Veronica said their goodbyes to Heather and settled down in their once again quiet hotel room.
"Veronica, do you ever think about high school and the way things were then?" She leaned against the headboard pulling the covers over her.
"Sometimes, especially when you and the two Heather's are together, it makes me have flashbacks." Veronica cringed thinking about it.
"Babe, come here." Heather stretched out her arms and waited for Veronica to get in bed with her.
"Are we just going to lay in bed all day?" She asked climbing in next to her wife."Because I believe you have some making up to do."
"We don't have to but it's snowing, I'm tired, and would enjoy some talking and cuddles with my wife. Was I really that bad in school?" She pulled Veronica close kissing her forehead. "Yes I do have some making up to do, I don't go back on my promises."
"Uh, kind of, at least until we started dating. Remember how you asked me out on our first date?" Veronica snuggled into Heather getting as close as she could, resting her head against her wife's shoulder.
Heather stood patiently by Veronica's locker, something she normally never did. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the girl dressed in blue walking toward her.
"Heather, I am really not in the mood for whatever you have in mind." She opened her locker and threw her books in. "I'm going to kill Courtney. Apparently Kurt and Ram said that we had a threesome of some sort last night, I didn't even touch them last night, hell I barely even looked at them! Ask Heather, she was there." Veronica rambled as she searched for the book for her next class. She could feel Heather watching her. "Will you please stop looking at me like that, it's creeping me out." She closed her locker and turned to Heather.
"I'll take care of Kurt and Ram, don't worry. Veronica, I have to ask you something and I don't want you to laugh." She turned her eyes toward the floor. "I would like to take you out tonight, like on a date." She quickly glanced back up, blue eyes meeting brown.
"Heather, you're just pulling my dick," Veronica nudged the taller girl "right? This is a joke."
"No Veronica, it's not." She took the girls hand in her own gently rubbing her thumb in small circles in pale skin. "I want to take you on a date. I get this feeling when I'm around you, it's weird." Her eyes wandered everywhere but Veronica's.
"Heather, you're not, I mean I'm not. We're not gay." She lifted Heather's chin and caught her glance. "We can go out to dinner, but just as friends, okay? Now I'm gonna be late for class. I'll catch you after?" Heather simply nodded as she walked off.
"You rejected me the first time I asked you out!" Heather nudged her wife off of her, "don't act all innocent over there, you wanted to go to dinner as 'just friends' while I wanted to openly, mind you, take you on an actual date." She pulled Veronica back to her giving her a kiss.
"I was nervous and scared. You can't blame me for that. I mean Heather Chandler, The Demon Queen of High School, asked me on a date. I was confused because I didn't know what feelings I was having it was like I wanted to hate you but at the same time I wanted to pin you against a wall. I didn't reject you, I still went out that night." Veronica laughed, "It definitely ended up being more than friends."
"That's because it was a date, Veronica. It was awkward, that I will admit but look at us now." She pulled her wife in for another kiss
Heather pulled up to Veronica's house, actually getting out for once, she walked to the door and knocked gently. Veronica opened the door and said a quick goodbye to her parents before following Heather out to the car.
"Color me impressed, Veronica. You look," Heather thought over her choice of words, "you look beautiful." She gave the brunette a small smile and opened the car door for her.
The two sat in silence during the car ride and for most of dinner. There was nothing more than a few stolen glances from Veronica, which Heather caught almost every time. The silence between them was comfortable though.
"Heather, would you like to go see a movie?" Veronica asked in a shy voice.
"I would love to. Please let it be my treat though, I am the one who asked you out tonight." She took Veronica's hand and laced their fingers together as they walked towards the theater, "is this okay?" Her voice timid, Veronica simply nodded in response.
Heather was being more gentle than Veronica had ever seen her. Heather paid for tickets and snacks as she said she would. The two picked seats towards the back of the theater. Once seated the sat patiently waiting for the movie to start. Veronica found Heather's hand and tangled their fingers together once again. Heather smiled at the contact, she would never let anyone know how much she wanted to be with Veronica. They sat and watched the movie hands together almost the whole time. They walked hand in hand to the car, where once again they sat in silence. Heather pulled into Veronica's driveway and gave her a small smile.
"I'll walk you to the door." She got out with the other girl and they walked hand in hand to the front door.
"Thank you, Heather, tonight really was very." She couldn't help but smile thinking of the good time she had. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?" She stepped closer to the blonde their faces inches apart.
"We will definitely do it again." Heather's breath caught in her throat as Veronica stepped closer. "Veronica," they're foreheads their lips almost touching "can I-" Veronica didn't wait for Heather to finish her question before closing the distance completely pressing their lips together.
Veronica pulled away quickly, "Oh shit Heather, I'm sorry I didn't, I just...it just-" Heather cut her off by kissing her softly. She smiled as she pulled away, pressing her forehead to Veronica's.
"It just felt right," She smiled as her blue eyes met brown, "it felt very right. I'll, uh, I'll call you when I get home?"
"That sounds good." Heather placed a quick kiss to Veronica's cheek before walking off to the car. She couldn't help but smile as the blonde drove away. She wiped her cheek feeling the stickiness of lipstick as it smeared on her hand. She really just had a date with Heather Chandler.
"Exactly, you said it was 'just friends' but you were the one who kissed me." She poked Veronica playfully.
"But you were the one who was asking to kiss me! Plus you asked me on a date in the first place!" She poked Heather back laughing at her reaction.
"But you were the one who initiated the kiss. Think Veronica, where would you be if I didn't ask you on that date?" Heather asked shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"Well, I would probably be traveling the world writing. Not married with baby on the way writing from home." She joked knowing very well it would make Heather mad.
"You're not funny Veronica." Heather crossed her arms pretending to be hurt by the joke.
"Heather, I don't know where I would be if you hadn't asked me on that date. Hopefully I would still be sitting with you because I would have had the balls to ask you out eventually. I love you Heather, our road getting to where we are wasn't the best or the easiest but I don't regret a second of it. Asking you to marry me, deciding that it was time to start a family, those are the best things I have ever done in my entire life." She pulled Heather close to her resting her head on blonde curls.
"I love you too, Veronica. When you asked me to marry you I thought you were kidding, but saying yes was the best decision I've ever made. I love you so much, I don't think you understand. I am so happy to be having babies with you. I wouldn't want anybody else sitting next to me right now, no one." She let tears fall freely knowing there was no point in trying to hide them.
Veronica held Heather close, she had shown more emotion in the last twenty-four hours than she had in most of the time they've been together. She rubbed Heather's back tracing small circles lightly. She moved a hand to Heather's stomach, gently rubbing the bump smiling to herself. Moments passed the room filling with a comfortable silence that the couple had gotten used to long ago.
