Headboard Confessional
Children
By Missy

SERIES: Headboard Confessional
SUBSERIES TITLE: Children
PART: 1 of 1; 3 of 5
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): ...do you know me or not? L/L
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CATEGORY: Romance
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: California-era.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Your bed knows everything about you...

NOTES: This is basically a little short series that chronicles the L/L relationship, centering in on major life events...which seem to take place mostly around the bedroom.

Mild lyrical quotation from "Lookin Out My Back Door" by CCR. Lyrics obviously not mine.

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"Tambourines and Elephants are playing in the band..."

Even half-asleep, he knew that the sound of his wife's voice had sounded better. Determinedly, he willed himself to the waking world.

And then reality hit him in the face.

He sat up, already reaching to take hold of his son, "His fever..."

"It broke last night." Laverne smiled. Relief filled Lenny's expression, but he continued to reach out to his wife. Gently, Laverne handed him the baby.

"Aww...who's a big boy, huh?" He rhetorically asked the infant. Jamie smiled, kicking his legs. "He hold down his breakfast?"

"Yup." The relief in Laverne's voice seemed to have its own special presence. "And he seems okay. He slept all last night."

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean ta konk out on ya like that..."

"Len, you've been pullin' double shifts while I healed." He couldn't help but notice that she still waddled a bit when she walked because of the delivery. "You needed more sleep than I did."

Jamie blew a bubble, then laughed at the snap of air against his lip. This amused Lenny even more, and he laughed right along with him.

"My boys." Laverne muttered affectionately. It had been a quick pregnancy (too quick, to the point that her father was highly suspicious of her conception date) but an arduous birth. The doctors had kept her in four days of arduous, spine-wracking labor, thinking she would dilate enough to deliver the boy naturally. That never happened, and they wheeled her into a cesarean at four AM. Jamie had been born as the sun rose over Cedars-Sinai, delivering her from agony.

They had decided on John, both of them being fond of Biblical names. It became John Dylan Kosnoski, after they occupied their lengthened hospital stay with study of the lyrics and music the immortal Bob. Jamie for short.

He was an active baby who didn't enjoy lying flat on his back for very long. Lie him down, and he would sit up, crawling toward some random toy.

Hand him to his father, and he fell asleep.

She smirked at Lenny, her mild annoyance evaporating at the look in his eyes. They were mirror images; same blue eyes, same chin, same lips.

Beautiful was rapidly becoming her favorite word. She understood why.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothin'..." Carefully, she crept back into the bed, watching Lenny shift Jamie until they were all comfortably cuddled together. "How're you feeling?"

"I ain't felt better since last week." She knew he still felt guilty for bringing home the stomach bug that had infected all three of them. She nuzzled his neck. He grinned, then whispered conspiratorially:

"Some day, we're gonna have sex again."

She almost choked at his tone. She loved him all the more for having a sense of humor about everything. "You promise?"

"I promise." He vowed very seriously.

She started humming Jamie's favorite lullaby again.

"Flying spoon." He uttered suddenly. "That song's gotta be about drugs..."

"We've been singin' to our kids about the glory a drugs?"

"I ain't Credence, Clearwater or Revival, but...maybe. Yeah."

She shrugged. "Anything that makes him feel good." She winked.

And he laughed aloud again.



To Marriage
To Maturity
















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