Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars or any of the characters from the show... Jake and Addie are all mine though.

This was kind of a brainstorm, and I wrote it quickly, so I hope it is okay. Feedback is always welcome.

Just to prepare you... I like Logan and Veronica and want them to have a happy ending. Since the show didn't grant it, I am writing them myself. This one is a bit angsty at points with fluff to counterbalance.

He was sitting in the backseat of the car, shaking. Milkshake dripped across the leather upholstery and down the side of the door. Tears were already slipping from his eyes in fear of what was to come. Suddenly, his father was jerking open the door and screaming at him. He could barely make out the words as his ears began to ring, something about the cost of cleaning a car's interior and carelessness. The world stopped for just a moment, and then his face made contact with the window of the car. Blood rushed from his nose mixing with the tears now streaming down his face, as much from fear as from the blinding pain. His father stormed away as his mother rushed to his side, "Oh sweetie, what did you do? Did you hit your nose on the window of the car?" He stared at her silently. They both knew she had seen what had happened. Once again, she was ignoring it.

Logan sat up in bed with a start. He ran his hand across his face and over his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt a stir next to him and looked down. Veronica had rolled over and seemed to be waking up. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked sleepily, sitting up. "Did you have another nightmare?"

"It's nothing. I'm fine." He answered and leaned over to kiss her softly. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"It's fine. I have to pee anyway," she said and slid out of the bed. "The little one is pressing on my bladder again." She ran her hand across her growing abdomen.

Logan smiled at her as she turned and walked toward the bathroom. He laced his fingers behind his head and flopped back onto the bed. He was still staring at the ceiling when Veronica crawled back into bed next to him. She rolled onto her side to face him and propped her head in her hand. "Want to tell me about the dream?"

Logan just turned to look at her without response. He knew she wanted to help. Over the past few nights he had dreamed about the abuse of his childhood. Veronica reached out and placed her hand on his cheek before kissing him gently. "It was my tenth birthday," he began, "we had gone to the zoo for the day. I spilled a milkshake in the car and ended up with a bloody nose."

Veronica was looking at him sadly. It hadn't been long after that she had met Logan, just a couple years. It ate at her now that she knew all his stories that she hadn't known when it was happening, that she couldn't stop it. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go back to sleep." She smiled at him softly before rolling onto her other side. He snuggled close to her and rested his hands on her stomach. "I love you," he whispered into her ear, "both of you."

"We love you too," she responded placing her hands on top of his and intertwining their fingers.