Andy's POV
After Sullivan and I finally told Maya, I figured it was maybe time to tell some of the other members of the station. If Maya took the news well, who's to say that the others won't as well.
"Robert!", I shouted as I entered his apartment, about an hour after shift. I was starting to grow a little nervous to inform him, of what I talked to my dad about. I didn't know what he was gonna say, I know he likes my dad as a captain but does he like him as Pruitt Herrera? The most important thing that worries me as well, is introducing Robert Sullivan not as battalion chief, but as my boyfriend, to my dad for god's sake.
"In the kitchen, Andrea, making dinner," he said bringing me back from my reverie. I walked into the kitchen, and immediately a warm and fuzzy feeling enveloped her, as she saw Robert in his regular clothes in his own home, with a towel on his shoulder. He was cooking something, I'm not quite sure what, but it smelled heavenly.
"Let's eat dinner, and then I need to talk to you about something important," I said slowly making sure not to worry him at all.
"As long as you are not telling me you're breaking up with me, because I can't handle it if you break up with me," he began as a turned around to start plating the fancy dinner that he made for the both of us.
"No, its nothing that serious, just something we have to talk about," I tried my best to reassure him. "Let's eat this food, it all looks amazing," I continued, as I grabbed plates and set the table for the two of us. We sat and eat dinner together, and talked about both of our days. Everything between us was very simple, easy, and peaceful. Once the dinner was done, the worrying butterflies began to come back full force, making it hard to concentrate. The hard part was now upon us.
"That dinner was so amazing, I really appreciate it, now I have to tell you something, and I want you to have an open mind about this, okay just trust me," I began calmly. "I invited the two of us, to brunch… with my dad," I said.
"Okay sounds good, when is it?" he said really, cooly.
"Really you're okay, with this whole thing," I questioned him.
"I mean, I'm a little nervous of course, but we have to tell him at some point or another. I know he likes me as a captain, and I'm sure he will eventually like me as your significant other if it's now or even a couple years from now, I'm sure he will find a way to support us," he continued to talk to me, putting his hand on my back as he continued to reassure me.
"Okay, yeah I agree, I was really hoping you would say that. Let's head to bed, I'm going to shower because brunch is tomorrow at 10," I informed him. Then grabbed clothes from his closet to wear to bed after my shower.
The next morning, Robert and I got ready and headed to the bakery about 20 minutes early. We both order coffee and croissants sat down and began to talk quietly, while we both nervously waited for my dad to arrive. I subconsciously grabbed his hand under the table for reassurance. He looked at me and gave me a quick kiss on the head. Which normally would have been loved and appreciated ended up making me freak out because out of the corner of my eye was my dad. Who looked beyond mad at me, like I was some teenager who needs to be scolded, for doing something wrong. He walked over with a face I have never seen before, he looked so angry at me. Already this was not going the way that I had planned, I didn't want him to be angry at me, that was not what I had in mind.
"Ooo, look at his face, he looks so mad at me and we haven't even talked yet," I am rambling.
"Just calm down, everything will be okay," he stops my rambling and I am instantly calmed.
"So this is what you wanted to tell me, huh, you two finally slept together," he was so angry when he spoke.
"Papá no seas tan grosero (Dad don't be so rude)!", I said really quietly because I did not want Sullivan to hear how emotional I was when it came to this whole thing.
"No seas tan grosera estás durmiendo con tu capitana (don't be so rude you are sleeping with your captain)!" He said almost shouting at me. I looked down at Robert and I's hand interlinked, in my lap, and then looked up to his soft and kind face.
"Capitana Herrera, esto no es su culpa, la amo (Captain Herrera, this is not her fault, I love her)," Robert tried his best to calm my dad in his native language. This little detail made me see just how much he actually cares for me.
"Andrea, what does he mean he said he loves you. That's not possible, he is your captain for god's sake, why!" he said really loudly.
"Dad he is not lying, he loves me, and I love him as well. I have loved him for a very long time. And with your cancer, I am going to need someone to be able to be there for me when you are gone. Like it or not," I was disappointed at how my voice broke at the end of the sentence. Robert squeezed my hand, almost to let me know that he is with me.
"Okay, Robert I deeply apologize, for everything that I have said about you for the past few years, I would deeply appreciate it if you would look after my dear Andrea after I am gone," he finally said. After we finished our brunch, we all just sat and talked. The two most important people in my life were finally getting along.