Note: Hi everyone! Welcome to the sequel to "The Heat of the Moment", please keep your hands and legs inside the ride at all times. (Just kidding, no maiming carnival rides here)
The title of this fic, while it sounds a little dramatic, is actually inspired by the song "Die with You" by Beyonce. This fic is intending to pick up (relatively) right after the last one, and carry us through Sharon and Andy's relationship, hopefully up and into the show. And when I first heard the song it struck me as very "Shandy". So, even if you're not a huge Bey fan, I would suggest giving it a listen at least once.
As always, please read and review.
Andy sighs as he lifts his arm and wipes the sweat from his brow. After moving in with Sharon, they had decided to finish a basic remodeling the basement and rearrange the bedrooms. The last couple weekends had been him and Provenza doing the heavy work of hanging drywall and lighting and Sharon had painted before they finally got around to moving the furniture. He had disassembled his bedroom set and was moving it down to the basement to set up a guest room.
"That's the last of it," Andy says as he sets the frame of the dresser down where Sharon points. She was putting everything back together as he brought it downstairs. She puts all of the dresser drawers back in and smiles as she leans up and kisses Andy's cheek.
"Why don't you take a break for a bit hmm? I'll make lunch and then we can bring in the rest of the stuff from the garage."
"That sounds great," Andy says wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulls her in closer for a kiss. Sharon hums as she kisses him back before pulling away to go upstairs. She checks in on Emily and Ricky in the living room before getting started on lunch for the four of them.
Andy bounds up the stairs from the basement and grabs a dirty towel from the laundry to wipe his face and neck off before going into the living room. He plucks Emily up from the couch and hangs her upside down as she squeals, trying to get free of his grip.
"Daddy put me down!" Emily yells while Ricky laughs from the playpen, precariously bouncing up and down on chubby legs as he holds on to the rail of his confines.
"Put you down?" Andy asks.
"Yes!"
"Okay," Andy shrugs, giving her a jolt as he loosens his grasp on her while she's still upside down. Emily screams and latches onto his arm as he chuckles before righting her and setting her down on her feet. She huffs and stomps her foot before going into the kitchen. Andy laughs a little harder as he leans down and picks up a giggling Ricky, "I don't think your sister likes being hung upside down."
Andy tickles Ricky and tosses him in the air as he makes is way into the kitchen. He sets the boy down in his high chair and takes the bowl of bite sized chunks off the counter before setting it down in front of him.
"oh!" Ricky says before digging his hand into the bowl.
"What should I give him to drink?" Andy asks Sharon as he gets a sippy cup down for Ricky.
"He seems to be doing okay with the regular milk if you want to give him about half a cup of that," Sharon suggests before giving Emily a plate. Andy fills the cup for Ricky before twisting the top on and setting it down in front of him. He fills up Emily's tiny juice cup as well before putting the jug back in the fridge. Sharon brings two plates of leftovers over for them, setting Andy's down next to Ricky before taking a spot next to Emily.
"Are you guys almost done moving stuff?" Emily asks as she takes a bite out of a chicken nugget.
"We still need to bring in the stuff from the garage and put it up but then we'll be done," Sharon says, "What do you think we should have for dinner tonight?"
"I don't know," Emily says, with a shrug.
"What about tacos?" Andy suggests, "You picked up that hamburger from the store the other day."
"Ooh, that sounds good," Emily agrees before slapping Ricky's hand away from her plate as he leans over trying to grab one of her chicken nuggets. The little boy whines and bursts into tears.
"Emily..." Sharon shakes her head, "What have I told you about doing that?"
"He was trying to take my food."
"Still, don't smack his hand away, just move your plate and tell him no," Sharon reiterates as she calms Ricky, giving him another piece of his own cut up chicken nugget.
"Why do I always get yelled at?" Emily retorts as her brow furrows, "He's being rude."
"Your brother is still a baby and learning manners," Sharon tells her, her own eyes narrowing, "And I don't like your tone right now."
"Sorry," Emily grumbles, looking down at her plate. After the four of them finish lunch Sharon puts the dishes in the sink before letting Emily out in the back yard and taking Ricky to lay him down. So far his crib had been moved into Emily's room. They had gone back and forth on which kids would bunk together and decided that they were better off letting Nicole and Charlie have their own space and having Emily bunk with her brother.
Sharon makes her way to the garage where Andy was moving a few things out of their way so they could get the second bed frame and furniture they had gotten into the house easily. She brushes her hair out of her face and sighs as she looks around. She'd barely been in the house a year and already the garage needed to be cleaned. But that was for another weekend.
"You know she gets that from you," Sharon says as she grabs a couple drawers that Andy hands her.
"Gets what?" Andy retorts as he picks up one of the night stands, following her into the house.
"That saucy attitude," Sharon says with a matter-of-fact tone as she walks down the hallway.
"She does not," Andy says indignantly, almost dropping the night stand at her accusation.
"Oh yes she does," Sharon replies with a grin. She waits for him to put the night stand down before putting the drawers in.
"That sass is all you," Andy says, his brown eyes sparkling.
"Are you calling me sassy?" Sharon asks as she stands toe to toe with Andy, narrowed green eyes staring up at him.
"I think I am," Andy smarts back.
"Maybe I should make you move your bed back up here," Sharon shrugs, moving to head back into the hall.
"Oh no you don't," Andy says as he grabs her hand, pulling her back to him. Sharon laughs and grins up at him as his arm slips around her waist, "I am never moving that bed again."
"Well then you better stick in line," Sharon tells him with a playful but matter of fact tone, rubbing her hand up his chest. Her palm rests over his heart and she takes a deep breath as her face gets more serious, "I have really enjoyed the last couple weeks…I want you to know that. You…make me really happy, a lot happier than I've been in a while."
"All I want is for you to be happy," Andy tells her, squeezing her gently. He reaches up and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, "And I've enjoyed every moment that I've spent with you since the day I met you."
"Every one?" Sharon hums.
"Mmhm," Andy smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before slapping her on the ass. Sharon yelps and glares at him before rolling her eyes with a huff as she leaves the room. Andy laughs as he follows her, "That huff she gets from you."
"Keep talking, Mr. Flynn," Sharon threatens as she steps into the garage again. The two of them manage to get all of the furniture moved into the bedroom and put together by the early evening. Sharon shoos Andy off to take a shower before she makes the kids' beds and finishes setting things up. Once Andy showers and gets dressed he nudges Sharon towards the bathroom and assures her he will get dinner started and keep an eye on the kids.
Sharon takes a quick shower before dressing in a pair of leggings and one of Andy's t-shirts and twisting her hair up at the back of her head in a clip. She makes her way down to the kitchen and smiles when she sees Emily at the table coloring as Andy stands at the stove with Ricky on his hip. She runs her fingers through her daughter's hair before walking over to the stove and pressing a kiss to Ricky's head as she runs her hand up Andy's back.
"Smells good."
"I can make more than just Italian food," Andy smiles, "You want to set the table?"
"Sure, do you want me to take him?" Sharon asks as she gets down a few plates.
"We're doing okay," Andy replies, feeding Ricky a little bite of hamburger, "Aren't we bud?"
"Mmm," Ricky hums happily as he chews over the small bite. Sharon smiles and leans up, pressing a kiss to Andy's cheek before beginning to set the table.
[TBC]