The prompt for this one was for some domestic Shandy where Sharon gets flustered because she doesn't know where anything is in her new kitchen because Andy unpacked and put things in the wrong places. So, this one takes place after they found a house together and moved in. As always, I welcome your feedback and thoughts.

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Work in Progress

"That doesn't go there".

Andy froze at the sound of Sharon's voice. She said the statement kindly, but he could hear the well-veiled annoyance underneath. He had gotten up early to tackle the unpacking in their new kitchen hoping to have it all done before Sharon woke up as a surprise and thank you for everything that she had done for him for the past couple of months.

After his heart scare in the murder room, he had been on strict rest orders, and their house hunting had been put on hold. Luckily, their realtor had found the perfect house, and through some hard-fought convincing, Sharon had allowed Andy to go see it so they could make a decision. They both loved it and decided to make an offer that day. Sharon had insisted that they do the whole offer thing over the phone so she could get Andy back home and resting, but in the end, it hadn't mattered because the seller accepted the offer and the house was theirs.

They moved in yesterday, and even though Andy was doing much better and off strict rest, Sharon insisted on hiring movers to do all of the heavy lifting. Andy had been relegated to box coordinator (which they all knew was a BS job since Sharon meticulously labeled every single one making their destination quite obvious). They had worked together to get their bedroom and clothes unpacked last night, and then collapsed into bed together. Andy woke up early, and decided to tackle the kitchen for Sharon. Now, he was caught while unpacking the last box.

"But it's a measuring cup. I put all of the measuring cups right here in the cabinet next to the sink," he said with a smile as he turned to face her. She quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "See, I was thinking, what do we measure out most often? Water, right. So why not make things easier and put the measuring cups right next to the source," he added proudly. She pursed her lips in a half smile.

"Hmmm, yes, but I don't get water from the sink," she replied. Andy's smile morphed into confusion.

"No?" He asked deflated. She shook her head. "Why not?"

"Because it isn't filtered. I get it from the spout on the fridge," she explained. Realization dawned on Andy. He had only seen her do that a hundred times, he thought. What was he thinking?

"Of course. I wasn't thinking. I'll move them over there," he said as he began to move over to the cabinet closest to the fridge.

"Actually, I was thinking we should put them over the stove. That's where I had them in the condo," she replied.

"Oh. I put the spice jars up there," he admitted sheepishly. She offered a small smile.

"I actually have a spice rack for them," she said apologetically. She looked around her kitchen for the first time since getting up and realized almost all of the boxes were gone, flattened on the floor in a neat pile. Oh boy. He unpacked her entire kitchen.

"Right. Okay, well, I'll find that and put the spices on it. Then, I'll move the measuring cups-" he started before Sharon interrupted with a shake of her head.

"You have done enough," she said carefully. Andy's face fell. He had tried to do something nice for her, but had ended up screwing it up, royally. Story of my life, he thought. "You shouldn't be doing all of this work, Andy. The last thing I want is for you to overdo it and-"

"Sharon, it was just a few boxes of mostly small things. The doctor cleared me for light duty. It doesn't get much lighter than this, honey," he said sincerely. She had that concerned look on her face. The one he had seen more times than he cared to remember since his heart scare. He put the measuring cups on the counter and walked over to her, placing his hands on her upper arms.

"It's just… you've been doing so well and I don't want you to relapse. I couldn't handle that, Andy," she said, voice thick with emotion. He pulled her into an embrace.

"I don't want that either, Sharon, believe me. But like you said, I've been doing well, following doctor's orders. Thanks to you, I might add. You've been wonderful, honey. I couldn't have gotten through this without you," he said emotionally. He pulled out of their embrace and studied her. "But it's time for me to start helping you. This was just a small start".

"Doesn't look so small to me," she whispered. "It's actually pretty huge," she added with an appreciative smile. Even though he was putting things in strange places, she still appreciated the effort. He returned her smile, and she felt herself moving into him until their lips were caressing in a sensual rhythm that turned more passionate than she had intended.

When they pulled apart, he studied her a moment.

"I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, Sharon. I'm very happy right where I am, so you can take some of that worry off your shoulders and allow me to carry it for you," he assured her. She brought her hands to his chest and laid them over his heart.

"Thank you," she whispered, and he knew it was about more than the work he had done in the kitchen. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. When they broke apart, she wandered over to pour a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker and studied its location. She liked where he had put it. Maybe she would like where he put everything else in the rest of her kitchen, she thought. She opened the cabinet directly above the coffeemaker expecting to find the mugs, but found plates instead.

"Andy, where are the mugs?" She asked kindly. Too kindly, Andy thought.

"Oh, I put them next to the dishwasher," he beamed. Her brows creased in confusion. "Well, we use a lot of mugs, so I was thinking that the dishwasher would be full of them and emptying it would be easier if the cabinet was right there," he explained. She smiled. It was going to be a work in progress, she decided, but they'd get there eventually.

THE END