Lady Landowner’s first chapter will be up again this weekend.
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It was strange how some people changed and some people didn’t change at all.
Jared and Shannon often wondered if they or their mothers influenced the way their respective daughters decided to dress.
Since she became aware of what was what when it came to clothing, Jared had allowed Cassandra to dress herself and choose her own clothes, at first she’d settled with the dresses, but one day, everything changed.
It was probably one of his fans’ fault, Cassandra often ran off from the backstage -when Jared decided to take her along to the gigs to see daddy work- and mingled with the Echelon, her mother often worried that someone might crush her, but everyone seemed to recognize her, and sometimes some nice fan would pick her up on their shoulders so she could see the gig from there, and she would wave at Jared and yell ‘Hi daddy!’ and all worries would vanish from his mind and he’d keep singing, but always looking after Cassie.
So yeah, it was probably one of his fans’ fault. One day they were cruising in Calgary and Cassie left go of Jared’s hand immediately and ran into a small shop and practically begged daddy to buy a small leather jacket for her, it had studs in the neck line and shoulders. When the girl from the store put it on Cassie’s little frame, her whole face lit up, and she looked like the happiest girl on earth.
Everything changed from then on. Little jeans and combat boots, t-shirts and studded belts and jackets, little leather gloves, she even demanded a pair of black studded pants like the ones daddy had, and now she was a little rocker girl. Jared really didn’t know how that happened or why, and he wasn’t even sure if he liked it or not, but Maddix was delighted, she took a picture of her little niece once and posted it on that weird tumblr page, saying that Cassie was a ‘Mini Molly’, Jared made a mental note to figure out who in the ever loving God Molly was.
Vanessa on the other hand, always dressed all prim and proper, like a small version of Scarlet O’Hara with her big puffy dresses, her little frilled socks and her maryjanes, her hair always perfectly done, she was like a little princess, always careful with her little dresses and never wanting to get dirty, so she always sat next to her father and looked up at him. Shannon wondered if he had taken his ‘Vanessa is daddy’s little princess’ thing too far.
However, Shannon didn’t seem to care that Vanessa was all proper and elegant for her age, he enjoyed getting puffier dresses for her, and Maddix bought dresses online and had them altered for her to make her look even more like a princess, Vanessa was delighted.
It marveled the two brothers how their daughters were so united despite the difference in the way they were, they loved to play with each other and they were basically each other’s only friends, the other little girls in school thought Cassie was too scary, and they also thought that Vanessa was weird because she dressed too formally.
However, that didn’t matter to them. The girls were happy.
In the future, they would be just like their daddies…
He bought Vanessa the biggest, fluffiest, puffiest dress he could find… She looks like a birthday cake, but then again, it’s her birthday, so it’s pretty accurate for her to look like a birthday cake.
Now Vanessa, the little one year old baby who can barely walk has even more trouble walking with that puffy dress her father went out of his way to get her, so Maddix had to carry her around all day. Vanessa wasn’t comfortable, she had just learned to walk a few months ago and she wanted to run around and play and get along with other kids.
But Shannon wanted her to look like a princess…
“She’ll hate dresses by the time she turns four and it’ll be your fault…” Maddix put Vanessa down and the little girl ran off.
“I don’t care, I want her to look like a princess and – Vanessa, don’t run into that… Mud…”
“So much for wanting her to look like a princess…”
Vanessa had jumped into a puddle of mud and her dress was completely splattered with the icky brown dirt, she looked at her dress for exactly five minutes… And cried… Shannon, quick as lighting, ran to pick her up and take her inside the house, a bath and a brand new dress were in order for the birthday girl.
After Shannon was done bathing the little girl, Grandmama popped out of nowhere when he walked out of the bathroom, startling the drummer, she smiled and told him to come along, and he followed her, carrying Vanessa who was wrapped in a fluffy towel. They reached the main room, it was the room Maddix’ parents shared, Grandmama took a small stool and stood in it, reaching for a box on top of the closet, and putting it in the bed, she opened it and took out a small plaid dress and gave it to Shannon.
“I made this for Maddix when she was a baby, if it fits her, it’s her property now.” She said, and Shannon put the baby girl in the bed and slid the little dress on her, it fit like a glove. “There you go, little princess!”
Shannon went back outside with a now clean and pretty Vanessa, and when Maddix looked at the dress she was wearing, she couldn’t believe it still existed, looking at Vanessa with the little plaid dress, she remembered how much the little girl also looked like her, even if sometimes she looked more like Shannon.
The day went on smoothly and when night came, it was Maddix who took the dress off from the sleepy baby and put her in the bed, between her and Shannon; the two of them hugged each other and wrapped their arms protectively around their daughter, looking at her sleep.
“We made a beautiful baby…” Shannon said, suddenly. “I know we probably get this all the time… But we did make a beautiful baby…”
“I know…” Maddix sighs and starts falling asleep, just as Shannon kisses her forehead and then kisses Vanessa’s too.
“Good night, ladies…”
“Good night… I love you…”
“Love you too.”
He looks at them both sleep peacefully, his favorite girls in the whole world, and like a guardian, he tightens his grip around them both a little, careful not to crush them, he lets out a soft sigh and falls asleep.
This one was for reveledechelon
“Look, look! She said ‘papa’! Did you hear her?”
“Yes, baby, I heard her.”
“You said papa, baby! You are such a good baby!”
Jared picked the little girl up from her chair and hugged her tightly, she wailed and meowed softly, clutching some of Jared’s hair with her little hands.
“Ow! You wanna pull my hair? That’s not fair, I’ll pull your hair too!” Jared took a small strand of hair from the baby girl’s head and pulled it softly, making her giggle.
You look at him, smiling. He doesn’t even look half like the man you met, the one who wanted no serious relationships, who hooked up with girls (And some guys when he got bored) with no strings attached, now he’s a family man, you don’t even remember how life was before meeting him and having the little girl you now have with him.
Cassandra is a smart little baby girl with blue curious eyes, just like yours and his. She also has Jared’s talent, or at least that is what Jared says when he sings at the top of his lungs and the baby girl wails and giggles and screams along. Jared and Shannon go crazy around their respective little ‘princesses’ saying with proud huffs of their chests that one day they will form a band like their daddies, and the rest of the bandmates will be the bunch of kids Tomo and Vicki will hopefully have one day.
Jared has been making faces at Cassandra all this time and making her giggle, while you look at them, smiling contentedly. After all you went through to get to Jared’s heart, everything you had in return was worth it. You look at Jared and Cassandra, and they are so alike and yet so different, but you don’t even know which one of them you love more.
It’s been worth it, it really has…
“Say papa…”
He’s sitting on the rug, in front of the little chair, talking to her, the little baby girl gurgles something impossible to understand in her special baby language and he laughs out loud and she does the same thing. They are so alike it’s almost scary.
He had wanted a boy at first, and you knew he wanted a boy, of course he would want a boy, all men want their first child to be a boy, you knew he was disappointed because he wanted a boy and he wasn’t gonna get it, he wanted someone to pass on his drumming skills to, but he was getting a girl.
However, as soon as the small girl was placed in his hands and he looked at her big milk-chocolate eyes (Jared’s chest swelled with pride, saying she had eyes as big as his), he loved her so much the mere idea of having a boy seemed rubbish.
At the moment, he was still sitting on the rug, making faces and laughing and talking to the little girl. She seemed to love him more than she loved you, of course, she’s just a baby and doesn’t really know much about love or anything else, but she laughs and talks so much more to Shannon than she does to you, and that makes you happy, it’s like they are connected somehow.
He chose her name, it was a strange occurrence of his to name her Vanessa, he said it meant butterfly, and from the day he chose her name, baby Vanessa became the light of his eyes… At first you were worried that he would get bored of taking care of her eventually because, well she wasn’t a boy and there was a small possibility that she would like drumming, but she already had the beat in her veins and as soon as she was capable of holding things, she started making sounds with them that made Shannon proud.
You keep cooking while he sits on the floor and talks to Vanessa. Life is good so far. At first it was awkward because Vanessa wouldn’t let you sleep and of course, even if Shannon wanted to get a little sexual, it was impossible because you had just given birth and because Vanessa was in the room with you. One day, however, Jared came out of nowhere, took the girl, handed her to Vicki and Tomo and said they were ‘taking her out for a stroll’, and left the two of you alone for a few hours.
Of course, a lot of things happened in a lot of positions in that span of three hours they left with the girl. And now everything was back to normal.
Vanessa makes a sound that sounds like a ‘pa’ and you can hear Shannon laugh out loud, and you are sure she is laughing along. He loves her so much… From the moment she was born he has showered her with affections and declared that she is the little princess of the house and will be as spoiled as a little girl can be.
Shannon walks into the kitchen with Vanessa in his arms, the little girl has a toy in her hand and keeps banging Shannon’s head with it.
“Ow, ow… Your kid is attacking me.”
“It’s your kid too.”
“When she attacks me, no she isn’t.”
“You’re a horrible parent.”
“I give her ammunition to attack me, I’m a good parent, shut up.”
He walks to you and kisses your forehead gently, and then takes away Vanessa’s toy and kisses her forehead too.
Life is good…
You gotta admit that you love it when he looks at you… Especially when you want him to look at you. You’re wearing the black and white little sundress and the two tone pantyhose with a pair of ankle boots, the dress is a little transparent because today you refused to wear the petticoat under it, it still looks good without it and you like the feeling of freedom the lack of petticoat provides.
Besides, it’s a concert night, you aren’t gonna be running around the next two and a half hours or so, you’re just gonna stand there, next to Emma, and watch as your bosses work.
But you don’t look at anyone else but Shannon, banging on those drums, you look at his muscles tense and his sweaty skin…
You’re gonna need another pair of tights…
He’s not focused tonight, his eyes often wander to where you’re standing, looking at your long legs, clad in half black, half transparent leggings, and he’s probably thinking about creative ways to rip them off from your legs slowly, because he knows you hate to have to buy new pairs of pantyhose all the time because he just keeps ripping them off. The three sets of Victoria’s Secret lingerie he bought for you have been gone for a long while by now, having to be moved to the trash as soon as they were first used because Mr. Shannon Leto just didn’t want to wait for you to slowly take them off.
Tonight he’s gonna be too hyper and he’ll probably want to rip even the dress off, something you aren’t willing to let him do because the dress, too, was fucking expensive… You didn’t want him to get it for you, but he insisted and made all sorts of puppy eyes until you gave in and left him buy the two hundred dollar dress for you, the ankle boots, however, were your own purchase, and those he can’t rip off.
When the show ends and everyone starts scattering away, and between the confusion, you suddenly feel a pair of arms around your waist and a warm breath in your ear, and you know it’s him because he presses you close and kisses your neck in a gentle manner only he uses. You melt in his arms and turn around, pressing your lips to his and wrapping your arms on his neck. Some girl Jared called to jump on stage for Kings and Queens walks past the two of you and giggles like a high school student, saying something about ‘fucking cute couples’ and leaving along with her friend, both girls giggling. You smile; at least you aren’t getting any hate from them.
The ride back to the hotel was not too long, but during the whole ride, Shannon had his hand on your thigh, sliding it up and then back to your knee ever so often, your soft sighs of frustration and desire causing him great joy, he loves to torture you, the little tease.
As soon as you step into the elevator, his hands are all over you and his lips press hungrily against yours, your arms wrap around his neck again and your legs around his waist, and he pushes you against the elevator wall, kissing you and nibbling on your lower lip insistently. Your legs slide from his body, unable to stay in the same place because of the fabric your tights are made of, but you don’t give up, bringing them back up to where they belong and rubbing your body against his, there’s a certain urgency in your movements, and Shannon knows you want him as much as he wants you.
The room isn’t too far from the elevator; Shannon picked that room specifically for this particular reason. He didn’t want to wait long to have you pinned against the mattress and he’s good with selecting rooms, the inside is also pretty classy and he was sure you would like the suite so he chose that one to make you happy, and it also had a pretty bed, so your first thought was that at least tonight you would have sex on a nice, pretty, elegant looking, comfortable bed instead of in his bunk, where Jared and Tomo could hear you and make little funny remarks that weren’t funny when you were the recipient of said remarks.
Instinctively, you took your hand to your still flat belly as soon as you were undressed -In an unusually gentle manner- and remembered why Shannon’s ministrations had turned gentler, the issue of the baby still present. He slowly unhooks your strapless bra and kisses your neck, his hands working carefully on your breasts, which have become much more sensitive. His lips travel back to your lips, and he whispers against them, looking into your eyes.
“I love you…” He says, and then moves down to your belly, kissing it softly. “And I love you too…”
He stays there, kissing your skin, while his fingers work wonders on your inner thigh, touching you inside, you can tell he’s afraid of going too deep, too fast, too hard, he’s afraid of hurting you, but then he sees you moan and clutch the bed sheets, your body begging for more, and it’s a little encouraging.
It’s a matter of minutes, but to you, it feels like ages. He takes his sweet time to get comfortable between your legs, takes his time to get inside you, and moves at a painfully slow pace once he’s finally there, your body twists and contorts at the slow rhythm he takes once he’s inside you, taking you in his arms, holding you as tight as he can without crushing you, and you both come together, sharing ardent kisses, and fall asleep in each other’s arms when it’s finally over.
Later, in the early hours of the morning, you wake up and look around, bleary eyed, feeling something uncomfortable on your back, you lift the covers and find the two toned tights, not a single rip in them, you didn’t even notice when Shannon took them off from your legs.
You look down at his sleeping form and kiss his cheek softly, throw the tights to the floor and curl in his arms, happy that he’s once again proved that he can be incredibly gentle…
I wrote this for Mel :)
You look at yourself, concerned. Lucky for you, it isn’t noticeable yet, but it will be and eventually you’ll have to tell everyone about it. People are still trying to cope with the fact that you are both officially a couple to the fans, the families and the friends. You look at yourself again. Your stomach is flat, your breasts look normal, but eventually…
This morning you had felt sick, Shannon said it would be a good idea to take you to the doctor, but you said it was just a mild dizziness and you would be fine later, and even though Shannon wanted to take you out to go sightseeing, you told him to go on his own because you were still feeling a little tired from the flight and the jet lag. As soon as he was gone, you ran to the nearest store and got something you did not want to buy, but you needed to be sure.
Now the reality hit you like a red hot poker and it scared the ever loving shit out of you… How on earth would you tell Shannon about it?
By instinct, you put your hands on your abdomen in a protective manner. As scary as this might be, it was new and exciting and if Shannon didn’t want anything to do with it, then you would deal with it on your own. You love Shannon, you really do and you want to believe he loves you back. So if this happened it was because you both love each other.
The door of the hotel room opens and closes slowly, which means Shannon is here, you walk slowly out of the bathroom and crawl in bed, as soon as you hide under the covers, Shannon walks into the bedroom and lays in the bed, on top of the covers, hugging you from behind.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better…” You mutter, turning around and kissing him gently, slowly, wanting to savor the feeling forever. “You? How was the city?”
“Oh, you know, same old…” He shrugs and that makes you smile.
“Shan… We need to talk…”
“Ouch…” Shannon pulls a hurt face. “That’s not good, what did I do this time?”
“No.” You laugh slightly, then sit in the bed and make Shannon do the same. “This might be good news.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
You sit back, trying hard to relax, but it isn’t working as you expect it, your hands are trembling, you can feel it, and you are sure Shannon can feel it, because he’s holding them. You take a deep breath, a long, deep breath and then you exhale, and the truth comes out like a bullet.
“I’m pregnant…”
Shannon sits there, his face a mixture of shock, wonder, confusion and a whole lot of feelings impossible for you to read or notice; he takes your hands a little tighter and then looks away from your gaze, and you discover you are completely screwed, then you discover your hormones are raging inside you, because suddenly you feel like crying.
“You’re not happy…” You say, your voice a barely audible whisper, and a single tear escapes your eyes. “You don’t want this…”
“What? What?! No!”
And then it happens, the huge amounts of waterworks and the sobbing and everything else, and in a moment Shannon is holding you in his arms and sits you on his lap, rocking you gently and whispering soothing words in your ear, but you can’t hear him. You just know that you told him you’re pregnant and he wasn’t happy and he doesn’t want this child as much as you want it just because it’s his.
“You don’t want our baby!” You say, bawling on top of your lungs and clutching his shirt tightly, and he just draws gentle circles with his palm on your back, hushing you softly and rocking you in his arms. “You don’t want our baby…”
“I never said I didn’t want the baby, you didn’t even let me tell you anything!”
“But you weren’t happy…”
“You didn’t give me time to be happy, babe.” He kisses your forehead in that same, gentle manner and you know he’s still in love with you.
“So… You want our baby?”
“Yeah, I want our baby…” He hugs you even tighter and you feel like melting in his strong arms, feeling his soft lips against your forehead and the warmth of his body soothing you.
Suddenly, he throws you back in the bed and covers your face with kisses, holding you tighter, making you giggle in his embrace; and then he stops, looks at you and rubs his nose against yours, smiling.
“I’m gonna be a daddy!” He says, holding you close and rolling over on the bed to have you on top of him, kissing you repeatedly.
Now all you had to do was tell everyone else…
Lady Landowner will be removed. I’m sorry I made everyone wait, but this week I’ve been through a lot of sad things that interfere with the continuity of Lady Landowner, so I decided to remove it, maybe edit some parts, and re write the whole thing, make it better for all of you, it’ll be a much more interesting story, maybe even much longer too.
I’m really sorry if you guys were looking forward to updates, but the situation I’m going through interferes with some of what I was writing and I’m considering the idea of changing half (if not all) of the story and repost it. I’m really, really sorry for everyone who really liked this story, it’s not your fault.
I love you all.
Umi.
