Chapter 18

AN: I don't own Twilight.

"So what are your intentions regarding my daughter?" Veronica's mother asked me after Veronica excused herself from the table.

I cleared my throat nervously before answering her.

"Well, I certainly intend to marry her one day – if she'll have me," I told her, smiling as I thought about a future with Veronica as my wife, and I have to say I really like that idea.

"If that's the plan, then I think you should know that Ronnie's father and I are very traditional when it comes to weddings and marriage," Helen said, giving me a stern look that told me she knew exactly what we'd been doing.

I shifted in my seat and shot her a wry smile.

"Then I'll make sure to ask for your blessing when the time comes," I reassured her.

"See that you do," she said, shooting me a look I couldn't quite decipher. "And another thing, will you be able to support her?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

"Financially."

That's where it's going…Great…

"Well, I –"

"What are you guys talking about?" Veronica interrupted – thankfully – and shot me a bright smile.

"Oh, just this and that, dear," her mother said, waving her hand in the air.

That's, uhm, interesting," she said, blushing as I put my hand on her knee. "Ooh, did Paul tell you about their business idea?"

This seemed to peak her mother's interest and she sat up straighter, looking at me eagerly.

"They're going to open a garage," she told her mom.

"It was my friend Jacob's idea," I said.

"So you're going to be a mechanic?" her mother asked, looking less than impressed.

"Not exactly," I told her. "I'm going to be in charge of the business side of things."

That seemed to appease her and after Veronica shot her a warning look she gave an apologetic smile.

"As long as you take care of my baby, then we'll have no problems at all."

"He will, Mom," Veronica said, "and I'll take care of him."

I grinned at her and linked our hands, really glad that she believes in me and loves me enough to stand by me.

-o0o-

"Come visit soon," Veronica's mom said as she hugged her goodbye.

"I will, Mom," she said, hugging her back before making room for me to join the hug.

I gave her a strange look, seeing that group hugs were never my thing, but I got in there anyway.

"Take care of baby," Helen said, patting my cheek after the hug.

"I will."

"Bye, Mom, say hi to everyone back home," Veronica said.

I wrapped my arm around her waist as we waved to her mom as she drove away.

As the car disappeared I pulled her up to the apartment.

"I thought she'd never leave," Veronica said as the door closed behind her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, moaning as I nibbled on her bottom lip.

I trailed my hands down her sides to her thighs. I bent my legs and picked her up; making sure that my lips never left hers as I carried her to her bedroom.

I laid her down on the bed and slipped my hand under her top, stroking the soft skin on her stomach as I got comfortable next to her.

I pulled away from her lips and rested my forehead against hers.

"I love you so much," I told her, placing a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

"Always and forever," she said, kissing me back.

-o0o-

11 years later

"Daddy, Daddy, PJ's chewing on my dolly again!"

I bent down and scooped up my little princess, smiling as she huffed at me for interrupting her rant.

"Daddy…" she said, drawing out the word as she wiggled in my arms, trying to get down.

When she realised her wiggling was only causing me to hold her tighter she turned to the door with a pleading look on her adorable face. I turned my head to the door and smiled at my beautiful wife holding our two-year-old son, who was happily gnawing on a headless Barbie doll.

Even after six years of marriage and two kids Veronica was still as beautiful as the first time I saw her. Using my sudden lack of attention to her advantage, my daughter wiggled free and jumped from my arms, landing firmly on her feet before running to her mother.

"Mommy, make him stop," she ordered, grabbing the doll out of her baby brother's hands, pulling a face at the drool covered neck.

"He's definitely part dog," Veronica said, pulling a pacifier out of her pocket and putting it in PJ's mouth before he could even think about protesting.

"Wolf, baby, not dog," I reminded her, pulling her into my arms.

"Woof!" PJ said from between us, a dopey smile on his face.

"See, all dog," she teased, pressing her lips to my cheek.

"Hello! What about my dolly?" my now very perplexed daughter asked, waving her chewed up doll around with as much attitude as only a six-year-old can.

I picked her up again and pulled her into our family hug.

"What about your dolly, Vanessa?" I asked as she waved it in my face.

"We need to have a funeral for her," she said, probably making plans already. "We have to set her animal spirit free so her soul can go into the beyond."

"Wow, such big words for such a little girl," I said, trying to stifle my laughter at my baby girl and her dramatic ways.

"Somebody's been watching the Psychic Network again," Veronica said, shaking her head.

Vanessa huffed indignantly, looking insulted.

"I did not watch the psycho network," she grumbled, her arms crossed as she glared at us. "That stuff's all fake. I readed it in a book."

"As long as it's not a voodoo book, then all's good, baby girl," I said, kissing her cheek as she still glared at me.

Veronica eyed us carefully as she bounced PJ on her hip as his eyes started to droop.

"Trade me," she said and held my son out to me as I handed Vanessa, who was all too happy to be out of my arms, to her.

"I am not a baby," she said as she laid her head on Veronica's shoulder. "I'm six. I'm a big girl now."

"I know you are, sweetheart," Veronica soothed, "but you'll always be our baby, no matter how old you are."

"As long as it's clear that I'm no baby," Vanessa said, her words slurring as her eyes started to close.

"Crystal clear, sweetie. Now I think it's time for big girls and their baby brothers to take a nap." Veronica said, already on her way to the kids' room. "I want you bright eyed and bushy tailed when Auntie Kim and the twins come visit later."

Vanessa groaned sleepily.

"I don't like Ian, he's bossy," she mumbled before her breathing evened out and she was fast asleep.

"You ready for your nap, little man?" I asked my son, smiling when he nodded and rubbed his eye.

I lowered him into his crib and brushed her black hair out of his eyes, pausing to kiss his forehead.

"He really needs a haircut," Veronica whispered next to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and laying her head on my chest.

"And here I was hoping he could grow a mullet," I teased, chuckling at the look of horror on her face.

I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head.

"We'll try tomorrow," I assured her. "Now, maybe Mommy and Daddy should go take a nap too."

I wiggled my eyebrows and pulled her out of the room and into ours as she rolled her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up.

"I love you, Veronica," I said as I rested my forehead against hers.

"Always and forever," she said as she wrapped her arms lazily around my neck before pressing our lips together.

AN: The End. Yes, for real this time.

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