#writeathon

Exhausted from the day you had, you entered the house, dropping your bag in its place. Taking your heels off and rubbing the sore toes. Your nostrils filling with the smell of something delicious cooking. Following the smell, you found Andy behind the stove.

 “This wasn’t the punishment I was expecting to come home to. Such a caring domestic house husband.” You muse, walking up behind him, cuddling him from behind while he stirs in a pot. Placing a kiss on his clothed covered spine, feeling his hand caressing your folded ones on his stomach.

 “Thought you might have had a rough day.”

 “Well I was greeted by a man throwing a hissy fit.”

 “A hissy fit, huh?”

 “More like a meltdown tantrum” You grin, releasing your cuddle on him. Making your way to the fridge pulling out a bottle of white wine. “You want some?” He nods and you grab two glasses.

 “A tantrum though?”

 “Yes, apparently he doesn’t like his wife in charge of the clown show.”

 “Now does he?”

 “Nope, wants to breed her, so he can get back into the game.”

 “Shocking.”

 “Not really, but expected.” You confess, as much as you love the playfulness going on, you really had to talk about it and grab the bull by its horns. “Seriously Andy, we need to talk about this.”

 “We do indeed.” He agrees. For a moment there is silence, he turns off the stove, grabbing the pre-set plates and filling them. You poor the wine and set them down on the table. “I’m sorry. I was just blinded by madness.”

 “It wasn’t just madness, Andy. I’m sorry too, I should have told you the day Nick had come down in May.”

 “This has been decided back in May?” He sounds shocked and makes you even more curious who told him half of the information. It couldn’t have been Ari nor Pronge.

 “Unfortunately for me, yes.”

 “You don’t really sound apologetic about it.” He points his fork your way.

 “I want to know who told you?” Dismissing his statement.

 “I saw you leave the gas station.” He admits.

 “What wer-”

 He cuts you off “I might have threatened Jensen to tell me what you were doing there.”

 “Of course the tech nerd biker bitch told on me.”

 “He’s easy to intimidate and Ari confided in me. He’s not happy that you forced him to step down and give up his security position. He deserves to be reinstated.”

 “To hell he is, he can be your little snitch, but he’s not coming back on my team. Might just order Steve to bring me his fucking head.” Your growled “And you are intimidating when you are angry. Even for me.” You take a bite from the pasta followed by a sip of wine.

 “I would never hurt you, you know that right, pebble? I would never do anything to hurt you. If anything somewhere it felt hot that my wife is this powerful puppeteer, pulling all the strings.” You snicker at his comment, chewing a mouthful and nodding “Ari is family, you should put him back in his position.”

 “No! You can keep him as your guard dog, especially now I know he’s been your sidekick. Why act surprised when I said this happened in back in May, because I know the fucker talked to you quickly after. Also I might just nominate you for an Oscar or an Emmy, because you put on quite a performance.”

 Andy rolls his eyes deciding to ignore your comment. “Just no more secrets, please.”

 “No more secrets.” You repeated. “We know who did it and have a way in.” His fork drops clinging the porcelain plate and his eyes widen with shock.

 “Who? How?”

 “Bryce Langley.”

 “That smug shit?” He questions, his eyes narrow as if he already had an encounter with the shit. You nod your head “I should’ve put a bullet inside that head years ago, but your father didn’t let me. He embezzled some drug money.”

 If your dad would’ve let Andy, you wouldn’t be dealing with this. What a fucked up way to deal with the loss. “You’re not going to like it, Willy is letting me dance for Bryce on Thursday.”

 “No you are not.” Andy’s tone is authoritative and leaves no room for discussion

 “I have to, Andy.”

 “I don’t want you to do this” Andy stated

 “I have to do this; it will be our only chance.” you argued back

 “So if he wants to sleep with you, you’ll do it?”

 You nod your head “Whatever it takes, Andy.”

 You are sure of your case and you don’t want to argue about it any longer.

 “Our daughter, Andy, our-FUCKING-daughter.” You rage. “I’d do anything to have her back, but he did whatever to her body and left her for dead on the streets. I want him hanging from the ceiling, by his feet, in that stinking fucking slaughterhouse of uncle Pronge.” You seethe, your eyes hold no emotion before your words state the obvious endgame “I want him dead.”

 “Sweetheart, stripping and sleeping with him is not the way.”

 “Seriously, what do I have to do around here to make people fucking listen to me? It is the way Andy!”

 Andy sighed dropping his head in defeat “Don’t do this, sweetheart” he whispers

 You get up and round the table holding on to his cheeks pulling his face up. You search his face for any kind of emotion. Your eyes filling with tears

 “You know I have to.” You whisper trying your best not to cry. He wraps his arms around you and strokes your back. Not another word spoken between you encountering this as a silent agreement to take the necessary steps in order to kill the bastard responsible for the loss of your daughter.

 Standing in silence embracing one another, it felt like a step forward. A brick being laid in the crack that had been caused months prior.

 “The board demands a new baby.” It is barely audible and you release Andy from your embrace.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that this afternoon?” You raise your eyebrow at him. “It is out of the question Andy; a baby is not an option. Not now, not ever.”

 “We don’t get the luxury to choose in this matter and I really do want another baby.”