#andy fluff

The alarm drones on in the early morning quietness, making you groan and turn over to shove your face into your pillow. Who thought that waking up early was ever a good idea?

“C’mon it’s time to adult.” A deep voice says in your ear, a gentle warm hand brushing through your hair to rouse you. You’re almost purring at the feeling, a sleepy smile rousing on your face as you hear rushed footsteps.

“3...2...1” You count down making the deep voice chuckle as he watches the toddler climb up onto the bed.

“Mommy wake up!” You peak an eye open at the small giggle, meeting the beautiful smile of your 3-year-old daughter, Rosie. When she sees your eyes open she shuffles until you move to accommodate her in your arms, her small body snuggling into yours. You send a knowing glance over her head at your husband, Andy Barber.

You had met the handsome lawyer almost eight years ago now, married him six years ago and gave birth to your first child three years ago. He knew every detail of your past and present, knowing all of your facial expressions to a tee. The two of you had healed past traumas together and worked to become the best parents for your little Rosie, to become the best partners for each other.

“Mommy c’monnnnn, it’s shopping day!” She says as she pokes your eyes to open them again, you grin and lean up to kiss her little fingers making her giggle.

“Guess it’s time for all of us to get up huh?” Andy says before scooping up Rosie and standing from the bed, their laughs making you giggle before getting up yourself.

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“Mommy can I get cookies?” Rosie asks from your side, you check your list in your hand before sighing and looking down at her cute pout.

“Fine baby but don’t tell daddy cause he’ll eat them.” You say playfully and pinch her cheek lightly, causing her to giggle and run ahead of your shopping cart to the aisle she knows all to well. When you turn into the aisle you feel the breath leave your lungs and your heart drop in your chest.

“Here you go kid.” He says, the tall handsome man says as he hands your daughter her favourite packet of cookies with a smile. You feel panic gripping at your throat, but you swallow it down when Rosie turns to you with a excited smile.

“Mommy I got them!” She squeals making the man turn to look at you. His bright blue eyes widen as his mouth drops open slightly, you try not to read into his reaction for too long before turning back to your daughter.

“Put them in the cart baby.” You say sweetly before taking a deep breath and looking back up at him.

“Ransom.” You speak, your hands gripping the shopping cart tighter as his wicked blue eyes study you. You wish you could say he didn’t look good, but that would be a straight out lie. His hair was gelled back neatly and his body was still as strong and dominating as it was almost a decade ago.

“Y/n..” He says, a soft smile lighting his face as he steps closer, the light catching on the gold band wrapped around his left ring finger. A daunting reminder of the heartbreak you suffered.

“And mini Y/n?” He asks looking down at the small girl clinging to your leg, her pink poka dot dress matching the small pink bows in her soft brown hair. You look down at your baby girl, her soft cheeks and beautiful ocean eyes that she had inherited from her father. You couldn’t love anything more then you love her.

“My name is Rosie!” She giggles at the strange man who knows her mother, holding her hand out politely for him to shake. Much to your surprise he squats down and presses a small kiss to her tiny hand, making the little girl giggle and blush. Don’t fall for it kid.

“Rosie, we need to go baby.” You mumble, Ransoms head snapping up to yours as you shift from foot to foot uncomfortably. Rosie pouts but says goodbye like the good little girl she is before moving to stand by your side again, her hand clutching your wrist until you unwind your fingers so she can hold them.

“Wait Y/n, go to dinner with me tonight?” He asks as he stands up again, a hopeful smile rising on his face making your anger spark.

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” You bite out, he flinches back slightly and clenches his jaw. You scoff at his lack of reply before grabbing the shopping cart and heading towards the registers, reminding yourself to come back with Andy later.

“Y/n!” You sigh and close your eyes, the buckles for your daughters’ seat click together as you open your eyes in irritation. Turning around you see Ransom jogging towards your car, you quickly slide your phone out of your pocket and hand it to Rosie, knowing this conversation was about to get ugly.

“What Drysdale?” You mumble out as you close the car door, observing your little girl to try to calm down the raging emotions racing through you.

“One dinner, we need to talk. Please.” He begs, lifting a hand to run through his hair that had been messed up slightly from his run to your car.

“No.” You curtly reply, hand slipping to your door handle ready to leave him behind for good.

“Please wait.” He says, hand grabbing your wrist lightly to stop you. You don’t look at him, keeping your eyes on the window in front of you.

“We need to talk about it.” He says quietly, trying to worm his way in again to have you under his finger. You knew that was exactly what he was doing, and you wouldn’t let it.

“What do you want me to say huh?” You’re almost shaking from the anger running through you as you remember that night, sobbing on the cold wet ground all alone where he left you.

“To just-”

“To what Ransom? I haven’t heard anything from you in almost 10 years, why now.” You interrupt him.

“You were the one who left! You disappeared, and I couldn’t find you, I wanted to find you.” He says as he takes a step closer to you, you stare at his face in your car windows reflection before your eyes flick to look into your own. The anger and tears overcome you as you turn towards him with a heartbroken glare.

“Do not pull that shit on me Drysdale. You did this to us! You married my best friend while fucking me behind her back, YOU made me sit there and watch the person I love marry someone else.” He flinches at the tears that fall from your eyes as you point at him several times, the soul wrecking sadness that you had spent years burying was slipping out of your control. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“You broke my fucking heart. So no, you don’t get to come back into my life like this, I can’t take it.” You’re looking at your shoes as you say this, the lump in your throat making your words crack. He moves to touch you before you take a step back, your hand opening the driver’s door of your car.

“We were never going to be anything, so don’t bother trying to reconnect that bridge. I have a husband who loves me, I have a beautiful daughter and a normal, happy life. I don’t want or need to see you ever again Ransom.” You don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming the car door in his face and frantically backing out of the parking spot. You don’t look back at his slumped shoulders and heartbroken expression, not looking back until you are pulling into the familiar driveway.

Rosie doesn’t waste a second to unbuckle herself and race inside to her father, leaving you to press your forehead against the steering wheel for a few minutes to recollect yourself before entering the house. A flood of gratitude runs through you as you watch the love of your life bounce on the couch with his daughter, their laughter flooding the room with the love and happiness that you craved every day.

And when his calming ocean eyes met yours, laughter lines making his eyes crinkle in a way that he complains about, but you adore, you don’t stop the sweet smile that grows on your face. Joining the two of them on the couch with a pillow thrown at Andy’s chest, you feel the anger and the sadness mellow out. Your small family complete once again, a echoing blissful sound of laughter coursing through your heart.