Chapter Thirteen: Distractions
Lamb was supposed to be helping Veronica with some wedding plans. She was sitting on the couch, asking him questions that he vaguely answered, and writing the answers down. He was sitting next to her, kissing her jaw and neck.
"I'm serious Don," she said for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. She moved away from him. "We need to get this done."
He sighed and dropped his head on her shoulder. "I know and I'm sorry, but isn't this the bride and her bridesmaids' job?"
"You're the groom. You have to help."
A sharp cry came into the living room through the baby monitor on the coffee table. Lamb jumped up.
"I'll get him." He hurried up the stairs and quickly found the crying Tony. He knew Veronica was going to be pissed at him, but he couldn't help it. He had said more than once that he didn't care what was at the wedding or where it was. As long as she was there, he was happy. But she deemed that an excuse. She swore he only had to help with a few things, but it was the stuff Lamb couldn't care less about. Yes he wanted her to have her dream wedding. Yes he wanted her day to be perfect, but he didn't need to help. In fact, he was surprised she was actually insisting on him helping. He was probably the worst help when it came to stuff like this.
He rocked Tony back to sleep and put him the crib. He debated on going straight downstairs or staying in the room a little longer. The latter won. He sat in the rocking chair and slowly rocked back and forth. He knew he was going to end up sleeping on the couch for stressing her out even more, but he was waiting for her to figure out she didn't need his opinion, which she argued with on everything. They were both too stubborn to agree. Just last night they had argued over what to have for dinner: pizza or Chinese.
An idea popped into Lamb's head. He grinned and stood up. If he could get her distracted enough, she'd drop the plans. Even though it'd only be for a little while, he'd take what he could get.
"They're asleep," he announced as he walked back into the living room. He settled himself on the couch and pulled her between his legs, so her back was to his chest.
"Don't even think about distracting me," she warned as he played with her hair.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he mumbled, dropping a lazy kiss on her collarbone. "So what's next?" He decided he'd have to slowly work his way toward distraction.
She smirked. "Your best man."
Lamb had thought it over. He had been Sacks' best man at his deputy's wedding, so it was only fair. Besides, he really didn't know that many people besides Keith, Sacks, and Veronica's friends. "Sacks."
"Knew it." She scribbled it down anyway.
"If you knew, why'd you ask?"
She shrugged. "Just making sure." She hid her grin when she felt him kiss her neck again. "Where do you think we should have it?"
He wasn't listening anymore. He rarely had time alone with her anymore, between his family and the wedding plans and the boys. He missed her. So he wrapped his arms tightly around her and continued kissing her.
"Don." She was giving in. She felt him smile against her neck and knew he knew it. He kissed his way up her neck and planted kisses on her ear and behind it.
Lamb turned her around so she was facing him. She opened her mouth to say something, and he swooped in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible as she deepened the kiss. He bit her lip and she opened her mouth. She moved so she was straddling his lap and his hands roamed her body. She broke the kiss, trying to catch her breath.
"That was an amazing distraction," she muttered.
He smirked. "I love you, you know."
She nodded. "I love you too Deputy."
He grinned and peppered her face with kisses. "I miss you," he mumbled against her lips.
She laid a hand on his cheek and the other in his hair. "I guess planning could wait." With that, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss again to kiss his neck.
Some time later, Lamb and Veronica were lying on the couch with a blanket tossed over them. Veronica's notebook was on the floor by the couch, long forgotten. Their legs were tangled together and her head was on his chest as Lamb absentmindedly played with her fingers. She smiled when he brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger.
Veronica leaned over him to grab her notebook, making him groan.
"I thought we were done with that," he grumbled.
She kissed his chest. "We were...for that time." She quickly got dressed and tossed him his clothes. He sluggishly put his boxers and sweatpants on.
"I have an idea," she said, taking his hand. He let her led him upstairs to their room, where she shut the door. "Sit. I'm gonna check on the boys and be right back." As she opened the door, he started to slip his shirt back on, but she snatched it. "And no shirt."
A few minutes later, Veronica came back in the room and shut the door. He was lying on the bed and gave her a curious look when she opened her notebook.
"You had an idea?" She nodded. "Am I gonna like this idea?"
She nodded again. "In fact, you're going to love this." She grabbed both his hands and pulled him up so he was sitting. "We're going to play a game."
"I like games," Lamb said automatically, making her laugh.
She patted his head. "I know. So the rules of this game are simple. Every time you answer a question that helps with the wedding planning, I lose an item of clothing."
He slowly grinned. He knew her undressing would be a very welcomed distraction from the questions. "Alright. First question."
She grinned. "Pick a place."
"Some place that fits us. No beaches or churches."
"A hotel?"
He nodded. "Do you remember the hotel we stayed out when we first started dating? I think it's called the Hillsgrove."
"Oh, yeah. I loved that place."
"Let's get married there. It suits us, don't you think? I mean, it's not fancy, but it's not shabby."
She wrote it down before slowly pulling her shirt off. Sadly, she had put on a tank top.
"That's just cruel," Lamb mumbled.
She smirked.
They continued on with the game for a good two hours before Veronica was out of all her clothing. What could Lamb say? It was a welcomed distraction.