Headboard Confessional
Maturity
By Missy

SERIES: Headboard Confessional
SUBSERIES TITLE: Maturity
PART: 1 of 1; 4 of 5
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): ...do you know me or not? L/L
DISTRIBUTION: To LW, Kai, Myself and FG so far; any other archives are welcome to ask, but disclaimers must be included, my email left intact. send a URL, and provide full disclaimers as well as credit me fully. Please inform me if you are going to submit my work to any sort of search engine. Please do not submit my work to a search engine that picks out random sets of words and uses them as key words, such as "Google"

Please contact me in order for this story to be placed on an archive, or if you want know of a friend who would enjoy my works, please email me their address and I will mail them the stories, expressly for the purpose of link trading. MiSTiers are welcomed! Please do inform me that you'd like to do the MiSTing, however, and send me a copy of the finished product. I'd also love to archive any MiSTings that are made of my work!
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.

****

"I'm killing that kid."

Laverne stifled her chuckle. "If he dies, who's gonna carry on our name?"

"Carrianne!"

"Good point." Laverne pressed her ear to the bedroom floor. "I hear ACDC. I can't hear the girl's voice, though."

"I swear...if I see one six-pack..."

"Len..."

"He's dyin'! I'm puttin' his head on a pike and I'm gonna..."

"Calm down, Len. He's fifteen."

"So?"

"Ya didn't make out with girls when you was fifteen?"

"No!"

"Come on!"

"I wasn't alone like that! Squig was there!"

"When did ya have yer first beer?"

"Twelve...Oh, don't you try to trap me in that kinda...trap!"

"Okay...what we gotta do is keep him from drinkin' too much."

"Fine. I'll go with that, if you give him the condom talk!"

"Len! I don't have...you have ta do that!"

He pouted, crossing his arms. "Ya did the puberty talk!"

"Cause you wouldn't stop giggling!"

"Okay...I'll tell 'im about condoms, but yer doin' the sex talk with Carianne when she turns twelve!"

"Deal!"

They shook on it. In mid-shake, he pulled her against his chest.

"Len..." She warned. He hadn't changed, really, not that she minded it. Their mutual exuberance was what kept their marriage on the rails, and made for embarrassing times for their kids.

They had both done well for themselves; Lenny had finally sold a few songs, and had a fairly good reputation for producing solid hits, though none had reached #1.

Laverne had opted out of the aeronautics empire and ended up with a day job that made her fairly happy: a mid-level position in employee relations with Shotz.

"Jamie's downstairs..."

"Len!"

"And Carianne's with Shirley and Carmine..."

"Well..."

"C'mon..."

"Door!"

His hand flew away from her chest as the back door opened. He heard Shirley and Carmine calling for them.

"We're commin' down!" Laverne shouted.

"You get Jamie away from Rachel, and I'll put some lasagna on the table."

"Another deal." Lenny teased, helping her off the bed. And then he shouted down the hallway. "Hello, kids! Keep your hands where I can see 'em!"



To Children
To Love
















(Close This Window To Return To LAS Fic)