"Please put your penis away."

Sharon sat at her desk in the condo, trying to get through her last bit of paperwork. Rusty was at Gus's for the night, and she and Andy planned to take advantage of his absence, but she was determined to finish her work first. Despite Andy's childish whines that it could wait until tomorrow. It sounded like he was getting clothes out of the dryer, so hopefully folding them would keep him busy for a few minutes.

Sharon peeked at Andy out of the corner of her eye as he dumped an armful of laundry on the couch and started folding, but rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. When they had the condo to themselves, he was like a two year old, preferring to be naked over wearing clothes. She always found it attractive when he folded clothes, washed dishes, or did other things around the condo, regardless of how dressed he was, and folding clothes in the nude wasn't doing a damn thing to help her concentration. And he knew it. His ass knew precisely what he was doing. "Andy, please, I'll be done soon, but distracting me won't help," Sharon said, her eyes never leaving her screen. "Please put your penis away, I promise I'm almost finished. My god, you're like a child."

"I will if you'll help me."

"Andy—"

"Okay, okay. How many more minutes?" Andy whined.

"I'll tell you when your bare ass isn't staring me in the face."

"Fine, I'll put my damn penis away." Andy walked down the hall to the bathroom and came back in with a small towel barely wrapped around his waist. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Sharon murmured, without looking up.

"Now how many more minutes?"

Jesus Christ. Sharon rubbed her eyes, trying to muster a few more minutes worth of focus. "If I'm not finished in ten minutes, then I'll take a break." She looked at her watch. "That means the small hand will be on the eight, and the big hand will be on the twelve," she couldn't help but add. As her gaze shifted back to her computer screen, she finally noticed Andy's appearance. "Are you kidding me, Andrew?"

"What? You said to put my penis away, so I put my penis away. Can you see it?" Sharon rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Then it's away. My full first name was totally uncalled for."

With an exasperated sigh, Sharon turned her attention back to her computer, but any chance she had of paying attention was gone. Screw it, Andy was right. Work could wait until tomorrow. She closed her computer screen and stood up. "If I ever tell you to put your penis away again, please have me committed."

Andy threw the pajama pants he'd been folding back on the couch. "It's about damn time."

"The kids, they ambushed me."

This is ~4 years after the season that didn't happen, Emmett is Emily's husband, they're back in LA, and have a daughter for anyone not reading Freaking Out :)

"Papa? Why don't you wear makeup like Mommy and Gammy?"

Andy looked at the three year old in his lap in surprise. "What? You don't think I'm cute enough to go without makeup?"

Marie wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Not really." There was a power outage in Emily's and Emmett's neighborhood, so they were at Sharon's and Andy's for the night.

Emily gave Marie a conspiratorial look. "I think Papa needs a makeover, what do you think?" Marie nodded enthusiastically. "I'll get my makeup bag."

Andy held his hand up. "Whoa, now, I didn't agree—"

"Yeah, right, Andy, you know you can't tell Marie 'no.'" Andy sighed, knowing he was done for. Emily gleefully returned a few moments later with her makeup bag and placed it in the recliner beside Andy. She watched as Marie carefully applied some blush to his cheek. "He needs more than that, Marie, don't you want Papa to look beautiful?" Marie nodded and happily dipped the brush back into the compact before making broader strokes across his face. "That's more like it," Emily commented.

Andy's jaw was clenched, and it took all he had not to give Emily death glares. Marie was having fun, so he didn't want to ruin that, but Emily was going to get it later. "Close your eyes, Papa," Marie instructed as she opened some eye shadow. Andy obeyed, his demeanor softening a little. The look of serious concentration on Marie's face was adorable, despite the fact that Emily was having entirely too much fun with this. He cringed when Marie reached for a tube of lipstick, but if Sharon's makeup routine was anything to go by, then he knew this was the last thing. "Do like this, Papa," Marie commanded, moving her mouth the way she'd seen Emily do when she was applying lipstick. Andy did so, and tried not to react when he realized that some had gotten on his teeth. He could tell without looking in a mirror that Marie still needed to work on staying in the lines. "All finished!" She pronounced.

Emily held back a laugh as she looked over the finished product. "Why don't you go get some of your clips from our bathroom? Papa's hair could use some work, too."

"Okay!" Marie dashed out of the room, and Andy could finally properly glare at Emily.

"Did you have to do this?"

Emily gave him an innocent look. "What? Marie did this, not me."

"Yeah, you just gave her the idea," Andy muttered.

Once Marie was back in Andy's lap, she knelt on his thighs and carefully arranged a few clips in his hair. "There you go, Papa. You're a lot prettier now."

"Thank you, sweet girl." Marie giggled as Andy gave her an exaggerated, sloppy kiss and smeared lipstick across her cheek.

Sharon and Emmett came in from the kitchen, where he'd been helping her with something on her computer. "Thanks for helping me, Emme—oh. My." Sharon dissolved into giggles as she took in Andy's appearance.

"The kids, they ambushed me," Andy explained helplessly.

"The kids ambushed you?" Sharon managed to get out. "You mean a three year old and Emily?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

Emmett pulled his phone out and started snapping pictures. "Ricky and Rusty are going to die."

"Nice. Let's bring more people into this," Andy muttered.

Once Sharon had her giggling under control, she leaned down and kissed Andy. "You look beautiful, honey." She wiped at her mouth as she pulled away. "Hmm, you getting lipstick on me isn't a problem I ever thought we'd have."

"I'm late."

"Sharon, you have to leave in a few minutes to pick up Ricky at the airport. We have to figure this out." Andy leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. "He's a big boy, and he knows we're in a serious relationship. Do you honestly think he doesn't know I've stayed over before?"

Sharon took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "My guess would be that he hasn't thought about that part at all."

"I'm not trying to pressure you into something you don't want to do, but I don't see how he's any different than Rusty. Except maybe being 28 years old, and, you know, old enough for you not to have to worry about this at all." Andy wasn't surprised that she was being so deliberate about their relationship with her children, just a little annoyed.

"Oh, is that how old he is? Thanks for reminding me of the age of my own child. That changes everything." It had been a busy couple of weeks, and Taylor had been on her ass about a shit ton of nothing for most of it, and Sharon had been in an ill mood for several days now. Ricky was coming home for a long weekend, and she wasn't sure if she wanted Andy staying overnight while he was here. He knew they had gotten more serious and seemed happy about it, but hearing about it and seeing his mom share a bed with another man for the first time in years were two very different things. To Sharon, anyway. Not so much to Andy. "Rusty has been here and was able to ease into our relationship as it evolved. The last time Ricky was here, we weren't even dating. That we were aware of, anyway. I'd rather Ricky see in person how serious we've gotten and get to know you a little better before he knows that we're, uh, doing that."

Andy grinned. "So, you still haven't had the 'overnight guests' talk with him?"

"As much fun as that was with Rusty, no. I'd rather have this weekend with him and all of us spend time together, and then he can draw his own conclusions, and any time he visits after this, you can stay. I just want this weekend with him before we openly share my bedroom with him here." As Sharon spoke, her intuition told her that she needed to double-check the time of Ricky's flight. He'd sent her his itinerary several weeks before, and she'd put his arrival time in the calendar on her phone then, but she was going by a text from him earlier that week for his arrival time. When she looked in her phone, she realized that he must've mistyped in his text, because his plane was landing in less than ten minutes. "Oh, my god, I'm late." She scrolled furiously through Ricky's previous texts for the screenshot of his flight confirmation, and her suspicion was correct.

Andy, on the other hand, had an entirely different brand of "I'm late" on his mind. They hadn't discussed the status of her ability to get pregnant, he'd just assumed she was past that. He looked her up and down, with a horrified expression on his face. "You're late?! With what! You're not—you can't—"

Sharon rolled her eyes. "Not that kind of 'late,' Andy, Ricky gave me the wrong time. His plane is about to land." She hurriedly stepped back into her heels and headed toward the door for her keys and purse. "It's Ricky's fault, but I'd still rather not be late. Ironically, it was his fault the last time I was any kind of 'late.'"

I know this last one was a little similar to a previous one, but I got the impression that something like this was what the person who requested the prompt wanted.

Thanks for reading, I'm glad y'all are enjoying these!