Andy Flynn rinses his finger underneath the running water of her kitchen faucet, grimacing slightly as he watches the blood drip from his self acquired wound. "Shit." He hisses, bearing his teeth slightly.
Sharon shakes her head, looking at the kitchen counter top as she slowly drops the gift bags, from a day of shopping with her daughter, to the floor, "Andy, what are you doing here?"
"I was going to surprise you. Part of my Christmas present to you."
"How did you get in?"
He shrugs, "Rusty gave me his key since he was spending the day with Ricky shopping for you. Told me to go for it."
"With what were you surprising me with that you needed to break in?" She moves closer to him, obviously joking, gently touching his arm, "What happened?" She surveys the kitchen, seeing the raw chicken on the counter, drops of blood on the cutting board. She snarls her lip in slight disgust, "Never mind. Let me see what you've done to yourself." Pulling his hand from under the faucet for a moment.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. I got it." Andy lets out a sigh, biting his lower lip after sucking it into his mouth.
"Mom, do you want me to-" Comes a voice from the dining room area, uncertain and curious.
"Yes, the first aid kit is in the bathroom cabinet, please." Sharon smirks as the sound of her daughter's brisk footsteps scurry down the hall. "You really did a number here."
"What can I say? Go big or go home." He smiles, knowing she was focusing on him.
"This isn't funny." She giggles softly to herself.
"Doesn't stop you from laughing." Andy raises an eyebrow, "Besides, your hands all over me, not really a bad thing."
"Here you go, Mom." Emily places it next to her mother, not wanting to get too closer. "Does it hurt?"
"Nah. Isn't too bad. No more than a scratch. How are you, Emily?" The man calls over his shoulder before getting his arm pulled under the running water more.
"I'm great. Mom, is there anything else you need? Ice?"
Sharon nods, "That would be great, and a towel from the linen closet, please. I believe we must go for stitches." She waits until she hears her daughter scamper down the hall once more before looking to him above her glasses, "What were you planning on making with the chicken and is my oven on?"
Andy shakes his head, "I only eat the stuff once or twice a year. Oven's off. I was going to put hand roasted bell peppers with homemade mashed potatoes...you'd have loved it."
"Sounds amazing." She offers him a smile before leaning up on her toes, kissing the corner of his lip. "Thank you."
He huffs a laugh, "I was trying to be romantic. Did it work?"
"In some strange way, yes." Sharon beams. "Wasn't planning on spending the day after Christmas in the Emergency Room with you."
"Hey now, at least we'll be spending the day together." Andy nudges her, letting her wrap his hand up.
"I wanted to spend the day with my children."
Emily listen to the pair, watching intently, amused, "I'll be here tomorrow, Mom. It's no trouble. In fact, I'll let the guys know and we'll have dinner ready for the both of you when you get back."
"Chinese?" Andy offers.
"Sounds great to me." The young woman places the towel near her mother, teasing her when she receives a look from the woman. "I'll text Mom later for your orders. You won't be in any cell phone typing condition probably."
"Do I get any say in this?" Sharon looks between the two.
"No, now go before Andy's finger falls off." Emily tilts her head to the side.
"I think she might be my favorite." Andy motions to the young woman as they walk past her, his hand wrapped in gauze and a towel.
"I bet she is." Sharon lifts her purse from the floor, retrieving her keys from within it. She playfully pushes him toward the front door of her condo.