Notes: Posting this early for all my fellow Canadian Marshmallows. Happy Canada Day!

Veronica sat quietly at her desk, nibbling from a long sleeve of Saltines. She had back-to-back appointments with clients all day and didn't get a chance to grab something for lunch. Not that she felt like lunch anyhow. It would just come up on her later, ruining a perfectly good meal.

The intercom on her phone buzzed. She wrinkled her nose at it. Hopefully Sandy didn't have another client lined up...she just wanted to go upstairs and have a nap. Hesitantly, she pressed the button. "Yes, Sandy?"

"Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Mars, but your baby daddy is on hold on Line One for you." Came a perky voice through the receiver.

Veronica sighed. "Did Logan tell you to say that?" She asked.

"Yes, he did Ms. Mars." And Sandy giggled. Their receptionist was ecstatic when they got married, but seemed crushed that she wasn't going to change her name to "Echolls", commenting that it was much more romantic to have the same last name and how would people know they were married if they didn't share a name. Logan decided then that every time he called, he would come up with a new name to announce himself, just to reinforce that they were, in fact, a cute married couple. Among them were: husband, soul mate, love of her life, sweet babboo, and (more recently) baby daddy.

"Thank you Sandy." She said and pressed Line One. "Hello baby daddy." She cooed into the receiver.

"Hey!" Came Logan's voice. "How is my baby mama doing?"

Veronica looked down at her little stomach. It was pushing against the waistband of her pants with all its tiny might. "I popped again overnight. I had to wear my black yoga capri pants to the office because they were the only thing that fit." She said, running her hand over her billowing blouse. "And my boobs are trying to escape my bra."

Logan gave a throaty laugh. "Fuck, I miss you." He said. "Why don't you go out and get some new clothes tonight?" He suggested. "You remember that you have money now, right?"

"I know. I'm just in denial. The book said I shouldn't be this big yet." She pouted.

"Well, you are only 5' 2"...where else is that baby going to go?" Teased Logan.

"Yeah. But 12 weeks? I was hoping for at least one more spin in my bikini." She said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Bobcat, you can still rock a bikini, especially with those pregnancy curves." He growled into the phone.

Veronica laughed and leaned her elbows on the desk. "So...when are you getting home? You know... funny thing about pregnancy...my breasts are not only huge...but they are soooooo sensitive..." She purred back to him.

Logan let out a groan. "Fuck the $50,000 bounty...I'm coming home tonight!"

Veronica leaned back in her chair, resting her hand gently on her bump. "Don't bother. I'm tired and nauseous. I'd either barf on you, or fall asleep under you, if we had sex tonight."

"Point taken." He replied. "I'll probably be another day. I'm just waiting by the border for him to try and cross. He thinks a fake I.D. will be enough to hide, so by no means a criminal mastermind."

Veronica started to rub circles around her belly. "Well, come home soon. WE miss you." She said quietly.

There was a moment of silence as Logan composed himself. "I miss you both too. I love you."

Veronica felt an overwhelming amount of emotion suddenly and silently cursed her hormones. "I love you too. Come back to us, safe and sound." She choked out.

"I will. Have a good night." He said, his voice thick with emotion.

"You too. Bye." She replied and hung up before she tried to squeeze herself through the phone just to be near him.

Veronica stuffed more crackers in her mouth. She looked at the clock. It was just before 3 p.m. She mentally calculated how much more she had to do today and decided she could be in her pajamas, watching Netflix, eating ice cream out of the carton by at least 4:30, if she buckled down.

Turning to the file in front of her, she began to make notes for Mac when the intercom buzzed again. She let out a groan and answered it. "Hi Sandy."

"Hello again, Ms. Mars. Sorry to bother you, but I have a walk-in client who says he knows you."

Veronica furrowed her brow. "What is his name?"

"Anthony Jackson." Sandy lowered her voice. "He has an Australian accent." She whispered.

Veronica was so confused. She didn't know anyone by that name and she definitely did not know any Australians. Surely she wasn't experiencing 'pregnancy brain' yet. "Okaaayyy...send him in." She put down the phone and stood to brush the cracked crumbs off her outfit. She turned to look out the window, seeing her reflection in the glass, checking to make sure she looked presentable for whomever was about to visit.

There was a small knock and the door opened slowly. Veronica turned to greet the visitor. But instead of words, her mouth dropped open at the sight of the man that entered.

The tall, dark haired man smiled and took two confident steps into the room, stopping at the edge of her desk. "Hello Veronica." He said, a hint of an Australian lilt in his voice.

Veronica felt shaky. She reached out and gripped the top of her chair to steady herself. When she finally found her words, they came out as a whisper across her lips. "Duncan Kane."