“and where do you think you’re going?” andrew jokes, holding his widespread stance against the kitchen island as his head swivels to follow you. his tight, gray t-shirt clings to his arms that bulge as he watches you flit about the living room. “my nail appointment” you chirp out happily, jingling your car keys as you look for your sunglasses. “baby, have you seen my sunnies?” “here.”
andrew pulls a wad of cash out of his jeans, the stack held together by a pink rubber band. pulling out a few $20s, he puts them in your hand before straightening his stance as he stretches his neck and body. his shirt rides up, exposing the tanned freckled skin of his belly, and your face heats at the fading hickies.
you’re well versed in how to respond to your generous husband. he hates when you refuse money, hates it even more when you look guilty taking it. so you smile, a genuinely happy toothy grin, and lean forward to kiss him. “mmmmmwah! thank you baby! ”
andrew’s ears are tickled pink, his strong, veiny arm coming around your waist to cuddle you to him as you peck his cheek over & over. settling on his lips, he whines, holding you close before smacking your ass as you walk out. shaking your excessive keychain, you squeal happily as you walk out.
before continuing his conversation with his brothers, pope calls out “do you have enough gas?” “um… yeah! it’s like one notch-ish above E!” you continue walking out, oblivious to his anxieties.
if the ac works & the radio & gas & brakes, what else could be wrong? it’s a luxury to be so unbothered, a luxury only andrew can afford his girl to have!
shaking his head with a smile, he sighs, grabbing his keys and following out after you, “go wait by my car princess, ‘m driving you.”
on the way out the door, he has you tucked into his side with his arm thrown lovingly around your neck. tickling you with his whispers as you walk, he tells you “gonna give me a fuckin heart attack one of these days, you know that?” and when you giggle in response to his teasing, he squeezes you tighter to him, “what color are you gonna get? you doin’ your toes too?”