As Andy walked into the Penny, she couldn't help but think about how Sam and her friends would react to her return.
Would they be angry, sad, hurt? How will Sam react when I tell him that I'm pregnant? How will they all react? Will he want to stay with me? Stop over thinking it Andy, she tells herself, everything is going to be fine, this was all meant to happen.
She drew closer and closer to the door, and for the duration of her walk, she chanted a sort of mantra in her head: Everything is going to be fine. It's going to be okay.
Andy hesitated at the entrance, horrified of what might come. She turned away from the building to collect her thoughts, only to catch a glimpse of the gray truck she knows so well.
Oh my god, Sam's here.
In a way, knowing that Sam was inside those doors gave Andy the courage she needed. That courage, however, was blown right out the window when she opened the door. She scanned the entire bar until she found who she was looking for. Sam was sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, but he wasn't alone. There was a dark haired girl sitting next to him. Andy couldn't help but succumb to the jealousy and outrage she was feeling at the moment. She walked, well, stormed up to the bar, leaned over it, and ordered a virgin piña colada from the bartender.
As soon as the sound of Andy's voice registered in Sam's ears, he turned in his chair so fast she was amazed he didn't break it. She could see in his facial expression that he was silently hoping she hadn't seen the girl next to him. She grabbed her drink from the bar in front of her and made her way to the rookie's table. She moved to pull out a chair and was suddenly surrounded by the screams of her friends as well as their onslaught of questions. They all voiced their concern about how she was, proceeding to ask when she got back and why she was home so early. After answering their questions and having them catch her up on what had happened at 15 Division while she was gone, things calmed down and the atmosphere was back to normal. She glanced over her shoulder towards Sam, but he wasn't there. The girl he was sitting by caught her looking and smiled; a kind smile that didn't have a trace of sarcasm in it.
Before she could react, Andy felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Sam looking at her with pleading eyes. He asked her to go outside and talk with him. With a nod and a quietly mumbled "Sure," she stood up and followed him to the door. He led her outside with a hand on the small of her back, holding the door open for her on the way.
Once they were outside, she was the first to talk.
"I-I need to know, what you said to me while I was holding the bomb, did you mean any of it." she stuttered.
Sam replied back almost immediately, "I meant every word I said to you," obviously trying to mend their broken relationship, and make everything right again.
"Why didn't you wait for me?" she asked, knowing there were tears in her eyes. She fought with everything she had to not let them spill over.
"I did wait for you," he replied, looking confused, "How.. Why would you think I wouldn't, especially after everything that has happened."
"Well... who were you with then?" She pressed, visibly angry now.
"That was my sister, and she was the one who encouraged me to come over here and talk to you," he replied, stifling a chuckle.
Andy just stood there, mouth agape, looking like a complete idiot.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"
"N-no, i-i-it's j-j-" she stuttered, clearly unable to form complete sentences, let alone thoughts in general. When Andy gained control of her ability to talk, she managed to spit out,"I have something to tell you."
"We'll, what is it," He responded almost immediately, "You're not sick are you?" The color drained from his face rather quickly as the thought formed in his head. He knew that he wouldn't be able to lose her again without reaching complete insanity.
"No, no it's nothing like that, it's just, I don't think I'm ready to tell you yet, can I tell you later," she blurted out.
She looked up at him, and stared into his eyes for the first time. His dark, beautiful eyes were filled with love, relief, happiness, and lust. Without any warning whatsoever, Sam spun her around so her back was against the wall. He pushed himself up against her, one hand on her face, the other moving up and down her side. Andy tilted her chin up and pushed her head slightly forward to let him know she wanted him. Sam took the subtle hint and hungrily smashed his lips against her own, nipping at her lower lip, which elicited a moan from deep in her chest.
Suddenly, Sam pulled away and it ended as fast as it started. Andy looked down at her feet, unable to handle Sam's rejection, especially not now. The myriad of emotions on Andy's face were obvious to Sam, and he mumbled an apology before taking her in his arms. After a few moments, he pulled away and said, "Not here, Andy, we could get caught."
Andy was overcome with relief that that was all he meant. After realizing she had merely began over-thinking the situation, a common occurrence, she responded with a quick kiss. Before things became heated again, Sam grabbed Andy's hand and pulled her towards his truck.
As the pair pulled out of the parking lot, Sam looked over at her and asked, "Where to?"
"Your place, if that's alright," She didn't want to go to hers yet, because she knew that it had to be dirty and wasn't keen on dealing with it at the moment.
Before she knew it, Sam had parked in front of his house and opening the passenger door for me. She unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of Sam's truck, grabbing his hand in her own as they walked to the front door.
Sam pulled his key out, and after lots of fumbling and cursing, he finally turned the knob and pushed the door open.
A little while later Andy was curled up next to Sam in his bed. She lifted her head off Sam's chest, and said to him, "I love you."
After a few moments Sam said, "I love you, too, very very much. Now go to sleep."
"K," Andy said with a yawn. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep blissful sleep.