Andy woke gradually from an afternoon nap to Robert's lips brushing up her spine. Her face was planted into the soft whit pillows, and she was covered from the waist down in a soft white sheet. The mattress shifted with Robert's movements and maneuvers to get to more of her. He had begun his warm, arousing sweep of kisses at the small of her back and was working his way up. Andy whispers his name into their 400 thread count pillowcase letting him know that he was successful in waking her from sleep. That long track of skin led him to her ear, where he whispered, "Andy."

"No," she simply groaned

He let out his typical, sexy laugh that he did in the back of his throat, sounding it in her ear. "Lunch," he announced quietly as he eased himself off the bed.

Shifting her head, she watched him slip on a pair of black boxers. Although her view was skewed horizontally, due to her laying down still, she greatly appreciated the sight of his lean, yet muscular physique. She let out a sigh of disappointment when he threw a t-shirt over his bare torso.

She listened as the firefighter walked from their bedroom to the kitchen, his bare feet slapping on the floor. She heard him open the refrigerator, remove a few items and place them on the counter. She heard the squeaky cupboard door that they have been meaning to fix for weeks open, plates or glasses unloaded and placed on the counter, and then it closed. Robert opened the freezer and after a few seconds, exhaled dramatically.

"Andy!" Then to himself, he chastised, "Every time with this girl."

Andy was no good in the kitchen. They had established this fact on numerous occasions. So she wasn't sure why it surprised him everytime she did something silly or foolish. She called back, taking a guess as to what he could possibly be chastising her for, "I didn't do it!"

"That's precisely the problem."

'Uh oh,' she thought to herself. She probably should've said that she had done it. Fifty-fifty chance, and she guessed wrong. She heard as he continued to murmur something she couldn't quite make out from the bed.

She let out a sigh, swinging herself from the bed, she quickly put on some underwear and one of Robert's solid-color t-shirts. She loved the smell of him, and she knew he became very amorous when she wore his clothes, and she had sensed from his mumbling in the other room that she might need the ammunition to get on his good side again. She was also very much aware of the kind of damage she could do in said room. She sighed while she put on her socks, accepting the fact that she was about to get another lesson in the ways of the kitchen. Making her way down she stood in the entryway of the kitchen and asked ashamedly, "What didn't I do this time?"

She looked around the small kitchen and the cluttered countertops for a clue before Robert could lay it on her. He turned to her, eyebrows raised, mouth in a straight line of disappointment. "There's no ice in the tray again."

She nodded, "I know. I used it to fill up my water bottle yesterday."

"Did you think about making more?"

She shrugged. "I thought about it, yeah."

He wasn't smiling yet so he clearly wasn't amused with her responses. "Why didn't you?"

"I lost the recipe."

He stood stock still and silent for a long moment, blinked at her once, and bust into a fit of laughter. She stared at him blankly not sure what else to say or do. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head, the rumble of laughter in his chest vibrating against her ear. "Oh, Andy, you are…" He trailed off, the laugh still in his voice.

Robert stepped away and picked up the ivory colored ice tray from the counter. "Sweetie, we're going to go through this once more."

Yes, she had to admit it, they had been over this topic before, she wasn't proud. "Will you put the instructions on the freezer door?"

He shook his head definitively. "I promise you, babe, you won't need it."

"I'll break something, for sure."

"You won't." To prove his point, he banged the tray against the counter a couple times in rapid succession. He then held the unaltered piece of plastic in front of her as proof. "Trust me, really quick lesson."

"Can I break water?"

"Andy, sweetheart, I'd love to see you try." He had got one over on her and she'd have to listen to him drone on and on about the intricacies of making ice. It was a complicated process, turning a liquid to a solid...right? He handed her the tray and a multi-colored striped towel.

She was already feeling completely out of my element, She held the tray in one hand and the towel in the other. She held them before her helplessly, "Robert, can I mention one more time that I don't cook?"

He ran his hand through her hair gentile and smiled. "You can mention it, but this isn't cooking."

In an attempt to dissuade him from 'Robert's cooking class for dummies', she shifted the tray and towel to one hand. She lowered them to her side and stepped to him, chest to chest. And as seductively as she could she looked up at her husband through her eyelashes.

"You are a wicked woman, Andy."

Hiking up on her tippy toes, she tried to kiss him, but he pulled away and took one step away from her. "But you are not getting out of this one."

She pouted and shifted her focus to the contraption in her hand. She threw the towel at his face in irritation for making her do this. As patiently as ever he directed, "Turn on the tap and fill all the pockets." She followed his instructions and was tempted to throw that in his face too, but thought better of it. He helped her put the thing in the freezer.

He smiled proudly, holding her at her shoulders.

"Brilliant! Now you'll be able to do it next time."

"Fork you," she said hotly

"What an offer, Andy! So very knife and sweet of you." he winked at her dishing her terrible joke back at her. "Let's attempt cooking. Let me show you how to make an omelet."

"That's whisk-y business," she replied, deciding to keep the joke alive

"Come on. You're all I knead." He was having way too much fun at Andy's expense and he was a little too proud that he could meet her play for play.

He guided her to face the counter and lined her back with his front. He wrapped his left arm around her middle to secure her from running away. "Let me introduce you to the eggs."

"Oh for goodness steaks," She exclaimed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

Trapped in his arms she was forced to watch him crack two eggs and let the liquid slide into a mixing bowl, chucking the shells in the sink. He tried to hand her an egg, but she refused to give it a go. "Andy," he laughed. "It's the yeast you could do."

"You're reaching, Sullivan," she warned

He cracked two more eggs into the bowl, discarding the shells again before pouring a splash of milk in with the yolks. As he seasoned the creamy liquid, Robert whispered, "You spice up my life."

Andy dissolved into a fit of giggles. "How long have you been sittin on that one? I supposed I should say...hold on, give me a minute...un, you bake me laugh."

Robert joined in with her laughs. "Beyond measure?" he added

Andy took all his utensils and left them abandoned on the countertop. She turned around in his arms and hooked her arms around his neck. She planted a kiss on his lips and murmured against them, "Let's go spoon."

LMFAOOO I hate myself for writing this. It is so corny. I had too. This was a genuine conversation between my mom and dad and I just had to write it. Well it was all genuine except for not knowing how to fill the ice tray part lol. AND I KNOW before I get attacked. I know Andy isnt stupid. I'm sure she knows how to fill an ice tray very well.