Post Partum Part 2

[zaftig_goddess]

Veronica Mars Fic: Post Partum 2/?
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 2
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count:
Rating:R (this part) (for language and adult concepts)
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons  
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future parts.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.

Logan lies on his side watching his wife sleep.  Her white tank top had been pushed up to allow Jonah access, and now the shirt barely covers the tops of her breasts.   Logan eyes his wife's newly impressive cleavage hungrily, but is also possessed with a desire to pull the shirt down to cover her.  In sleep she looks incredibly vulnerable, and, aside from her heavy breasts, she has become too thin too fast, and he can count her ribs beneath skin faintly scarred from where her tiny body stretched to accomodate her pregnancy. 

Her wants to pull a blanket over her but fears that any attempt to do so will wake her, and so he simply watches, feeling very far away from her, feeling as if the three feet between them in the bed is as wide and impassable as the ocean.

 

Nine months earlier

Veronica walked out of their bathroom already dressed for work in a conservative gray pant suit.  She had only been with the Federal Prosecutor's Office for a year but was already handling some difficult cases in the Narcotics division.  Her daily invovlement investigating drug mules and outlaw motorcycle gangs made Logan extremely nervous.

Logan was still in bed, reading through some script revisions on his latest project.  He shot Veronica a leering look as she walked toward him.

"Hey pretty prosecutor, can I make you late for work?" he waggled his eyebrows. 

Veronica bit her lip and handed him a white pen-like stick she had been holding in her hand. 

"What's this?" he asked, furrowing his brow as he examined the device.

A look of confusion and concern and distress passed over Veronica's face.  "Um...remember a few weeks ago when I had food poisoning?"

Logan nodded his head, remembering an extremely unpleasant three days that his wife had spent puking constantly.  Logan had ultimately taken her to the emergency room where they had diagnosed her with food poisoning and dehydration. 

Veronica looked at the floor.  "I think I must have, um, 'lost' some of my Pills.  I, uh...that's a pregnancy test.  It's a POSITIVE pregnancy test." 

Logan appeared to have been slapped in the face as he dropped the pregnancy test on the bed. 

He stood up and began pacing in the area between their bed and a massive armoire that housed a panel television and a stereo system. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice very cold as he asked, "How?  How did this happen, Veronica?"

Veronica was still in state of shock about the news herself.  She had only been out of law school for a year, she was only 24, she was still getting her feet under her in the courtroom.  A pregnancy had not even been on her radar.  She was expecting Logan to be surprised, even dismayed, but, his apparent anger over the news is entirely unexpected.

"I just told you, I was so sick, the Pills must not have gotten into my system, I know it's not something we ever talked about..." she stopped speaking as she watched barely suppressed rage cross over his features.

"No, Ver.on.i.ca." he said, each syllable clipped and angry.  "How.  Did.  THIS.  Happen?"

His anger was contagious and she snapped, "Well, gee, Logan.  I don't know, but, I seem to remember something from sex ed about sperm meeting egg, and I'm pretty damn sure I didn't get pregnant BY MYSELF!"

His thinly controlled anger was uncaged, and suddenly the man in front of her was the boy who smashed her headlights, the boy who broke a lamp in her father's apartment. 

He slammed his body against a small table holding a vase.  The vase wobbled and fell to floor, where, miraculously, the carpet prevented it from breaking. 

"That's a fucking Labino vase!" she hissed.  "A fucking Labino vase that YOU HAD TO HAVE and paid way too much for and FLEW TO CLEVELAND to buy.  What the fuck is wrong with you?  This is unexpected for me too, but, evidently we're about to be parents, so, you need to stop acting like a 3 year old!"

"WHO IS IT?" he smashed his fist against the wall. 

Veronica, confused and over-whelmed by this entire morning, began to shake.  "What are you talking about?  What do you mean?  I don't know who this baby is, it's, like, 3 millimeters long and I just found out about it.  What is the matter with you?"  Her voice cracked.

Logan looked at her, his face purple with rage and hurt.  "Who is he, Veronica?  Who the hell have you been fucking?" 

To be continued... 

Comments

[p2880.livejournal.com]

OH!!!Developments!!! I can't wait for more. Don't leave me hanging. Tell me you've already written the next part and are just torturing your readers for fun!

[zaftig-darling.livejournal.com]

I have part 3 partly written.

How did you feel about Logan getting mad at Veronica? I was kind of surprised at where this section went.

Also, I was thinking that Logan had wanted the blown glass vase to complete some kind of collection of his mother's...but, I'm not sure, in re-reading it, that it makes a lot of sense.

[p2880.livejournal.com]

Well, of course, Logan would be mad at Veronica if he thought he couldn't possibly be a biological father ever. I'm sure he's not mad because he thought any birth control he was using is foolproof. Logan is too knowledgeable to think that any birth control is foolproof. I did check back to the first part to make sure that he considered Jonah to be son in the present.

About the vase, I had no idea that the vase was anything except a super-expensive decoration. But I like the paragraph where V is speaking about the vase. The first sentence is ok but the next three are really great! V considers the vase to be decoration and not art!