A/N: Hey guys! Yes, this WILL be a McSwarek fic :-). I just thought Sam needs to work to get Andy back, that he's gotta try and put himself out there to regain her trust. So, at the beginning there will be very little McSwarek and more AndyxLuke. You'll have to see as the story progresses! Watch as Sam tries to win back Andy's heart :-p.
And now, to answer some fan questions:
Rookueblue20: I do have the ending planned, its just the middle bits that I don't have 100% planned. I mean, I have an outline, just not a specific plan. If you're a fan of McSwarek, you'll love it.
jh126: Yeah I know, I love how I made Sam nail it. Sam for sure is not one to beat around the bush, and he just came right out and told Luke the truth.
AllMcSwarek: I love stories with McSwarek stress too! I want to make Sam WORK to get his relationship with Andy back, like he was promising at the end of the season before she went under cover. Make him squirm a little bit.
And now...onto the story!
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Chapter 3: His Own Fault
Andy would have to be in the hospital for several days as she heals from her wounds, and it sucked. She hated being stuck there in the hospital. Luke did have to go back to work, too, she'd insisted. Division 15 needed their homicide detective back more than she needed him. Really, she was fine, but nobody seemed to believe her. Sure, there was pain here and there and she couldn't walk that well yet. But the doctors had given her a mild pain killer for the pain and she'd have to re-learn how to walk again.
So, the next day without Luke or her dad there sitting at the hospital with her was boring. She'd gotten her dad to bring her a book so she had something to read, but otherwise it was dull. And, the food sucked.
She sat in her bed, reading her book contently. She knew her father and Luke would stop by at some time, probably at different times, so she wouldn't be alone forever. But, Luke had just gone to his shift, she knew what his shift was. And really she didn't expect him back exactly eight hours after the start of his shift. She'd gotten used to him working late, working on a case, putting his job first. And really, right then she was alright with it.
Though when she heard a light knock on her door it confused her. Looking up to the sight of Sam standing there in the doorway, she pouted a little. "Samm..." she warned.
"Hey! How you feelin' McNally? Come on, can't a friend come see their friend? We are partners on the job too and all." he said with a happy smile.
A sigh left her lips as she put her book mark in her book and closed it, sitting it on the bedside table. "I guess..."
"After all, we're still friends. AND I brought a peace offering." he said. Reaching to something he'd sat on a chair outside the door before he walked in.
He walked in with a small bouquet of flowers. They weren't roses, but a colorful bouquet of whites, pinks and purples. He thought roses were too cliche to bring to a woman he loved, and he was anything but cliche. Smiling as he offered her the flowers, followed by a to-go cup of hot chocolate from her favorite bistro. It took forever waiting for that hot chocolate, but Andy always said it was beyond worth it when she'd make him stop for a cup.
Eyeing the flowers a little, she took them and gave him a small smile. "Thanks..." she whispered. They were beautiful, and it was sweet. She'd only been in the hospital for about three days, and people from 15 Division had already sent tons of flowers, but nothing quite like this.
Looking up, she saw the to-go cup with that logo on it and her eyes widened. "Sam! You didn't!"
"I did." he said with a grin. "Takes forever, but its worth it, right? Least thats what you always tell me."
She couldn't help but smile as she reached to take the steaming cup of hot chocolate. Laying the flowers down in her lap so she could grasp the cup in both hands, taking in a deep breath of its heavenly smell. "Mm...you always hate waiting on this with me! Always giving me a fuss..." she said before she tentatively took a small sip of the hot liquid.
Nodding as he moved to sit down in the bed next to her. "Yeah, I do. I hate waiting period, you know that. But...I'd wait a thousand times in that line if its what you wanted." he said. Great, now he was sounding like a sap.
But she eyed him a little suspiciously. "Uh huh, okay who are you and what have you done with Sam Swarek?"
Sam chuckled and shrugged. "I'm here. Its not easy for me to talk about feelings, McNally, but I'm trying here."
Nodding a little as she couldn't help but smile softly. "I know..." she said.
Leaning back against the bed as she took another slow sip of the hot chocolate, looking at him. "So, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to work today. At least thats what the schedule said..."
"Personal day." he said with another shrug, leaning back in the sat and flashing her a smile, dimples and all. "You're in the hospital, I'm not leaving or going anywhere. No buts, McNally."
And she smiled, she knew once Sam set his mind to something it was hard to change it. "Oh really? And why do you wanna spend your personal day hanging out in a hospital with me? Don't I see you enough at work?" she teased a little. She wanted to get back to their familiar teasing routine, to the friendship they'd once had.
"Oh and what, let you have all this fun without me?" he asked. Reaching for the book she'd set on the table and looking at it, reading the title. "Memoirs of a Geisha? Really McNally? What are you reading?" he teased.
Looking at him and her face flushed a bit red. Reaching and snatching the book from his hands and bringing it up to her chest, still holding her hot chocolate in the other hand. "None of your business, Swarek! My dad brought it for me. Its actually interesting..." she muttered.
He just chuckled and shrugged. "Aren't geisha's prostitutes from Japan?"
She rolled her eyes at the statement. "Not really..."
"Do they have sex for money?"
Narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. "Sorta..."
"Prostitute."
She chuckled and shook her head, looking down at the book. "They don't just have sex with anyone. They entertain people, go to teahouses, pour tea, dance traditional Japanese dance. Yeah they have sex for money, but its not their custom to just sleep with anyone. Its just...different, okay! And I like the story, so shut up."
Shaking his head before he smiled, looking up at her. "Whatever you say McNally."
"Yeah, it is whatever I say. Theres not much else to do sitting around here in this hospital bed. I so want to get up but Luke and my dad won't let me. They're treating me like a child." she protested with a small pout.
"You wanna walk?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. "You were just shot.."
"But you know me. I hate sitting here with nothing to do." she said, glancing at him.
He laughed at that and nodded. "Yeah, that you do. You can't sit still." he said. Moving to stand up and offering her his hand. "Are you allowed to try and walk?"
Looking at his hand, she blinked a little. "Yeah...the doctor said I could try a little bit at a time." she said, looking up at his face. "Why?" she asked, pouting to him.
Reaching to take the book from her, resting it on the bedside table and doing the same with the flowers and the hot chocolate before he offered her both of his hands. "Come on. I'll get you walking in no time."
"Luke won't like this..." she whined. She could just hear him bitch at her about it later.
"Screw Callaghan. You want to walk, and I want to help. I'll be right here to pick you up and put you back in that bed if its too much." he said with a smile.
Looking at his hands a little hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip before she nodded a bit. Gently pushing the covers off to one side before she shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, wincing just a bit. Looking up at him and nodding, she reached to rest both of her hands in his, gripping his fingers tightly.
His hands felt so strong, so sure. She always felt safe when he was around, and this was no different, it wouldn't change even though they had their problems. She always felt utterly and completely safe when she knew Sam Swarek had her back, a feeling that nobody else gave her. He'd laid his own life down on the line for her before, he'd covered her back and taught her everything she knew about being a cop. So, she absolutely trusted him more than anyone else doing this.
Nodding a bit and taking in a deep breath, a little nervous to put weight on her feet.
"Its alright Andy, I'm right here. I've got you. I won't ever let you fall." Sam whispered to her.
And his words assured her, made her feel a ton better. He did have her, and he wouldn't ever let her fall, she knew those words were true. Even though he'd broken a pretty big promise, she knew she could trust that he'd never break that particular promise.
Slowly she shifted to push off the bed and put a little weight on her feet. Gritting her teeth and wincing at the pain of her body moving, her fingers clutched Sam's so tightly her knuckles were turning white a little. But he still held her hands, rubbing them with his thumbs and smiling. "Good, you're doing great Andy." he said, watching her face.
Breathing in deeply through her mouth as she shifted to put more of her weight on her feet. She was too concentrated on trying to stand up she didn't realize how close this put her to Sam right away. He was right there, and the smell of him invaded her senses. The smell of his cologne, soap and a smell that was just Sam, all Sam all mixed together to form what she knew he smelled like. And it comforted her, it always did. When they'd been together she'd slept in his shirts all the time, especially when he wasn't staying the night. It just made her feel whole, complete, having her body bathed in his smell.
It was such a little thing that almost made her knees weak. Just his smell, thats all it took and it always made her feel weak in the knees, made her feel safe, protected, secure. Luke never made her feel that way in anything he did anymore. At first, yeah, she'd been over the moon about Luke. He'd been such a great guy, and she supposed he was still a great guy, a great catch. But, he wasn't the catch for Andy. Maybe it was a mistake to let Luke back in so soon, to let him have another chance. Really, their relationship had been less than perfect before he cheated on her.
Though Luke was the safe choice. She had to go with the safe choice. Sam was chaotic, but she couldn't help but love him with everything she had.
She couldn't think about it now, she just had to think. Right now she had to make sure she could stand on her own too feet, quite literally.
Once she'd put her full weight on her feet, she took in a breath. It hurt, and she couldn't deny that.
"You're doing perfect McNally." Sam said with a smile. "Come on, you wanna go sit by the window? Don't wanna put too much pressure on you today."
She nodded a little at that. "Yeah...that'd be great...but...but what if I cant' stand back up?"
He thought for a moment and then smiled. "I'll take care of that. Come on, lets sit down." he promised.
And she trusted him. She always did.
Carefully she took a step forward with Sam holding her hands. It hurt, yeah. Now she knew how Luke had felt when he had to try and walk after getting shot. It really sucked. As much as she wanted to brush it off and pretend she was okay like she tended to do, she couldn't. This one she couldn't fake.
She took a few steps with Sam, all the while he urged her that she was doing great. And he slowly walked her around her bed and towards the window. Once they got to the window, Sam reached with his foot to bring a chair over so he wouldn't let go of her hands. Making sure the chair was in front of the window, he smiled. "Turn around." he told her.
And, she carefully did what he told her. Their arms stretched a little to help her turn around so he was now behind her but still connected by their hands. Gently he shifted and then moved to sit back on the chair himself, lightly pulling her back so she fell to sit in his lap.
She squealed a little at the feel and then blushed when she realized how close she was to him. "Slick move, Swarek." she teased.
"Why thank you." he said with a grin, pretty pleased with himself.
But, she couldn't lie, it felt good to sit there. Leaning back so her head was back against his chest as she lightly laid against him, looking out the window through half closed eyes.
She felt his arms move around her waist gently, careful not to hurt her. And she felt happy in his arms, content. She didn't think she'd ever feel this way again after Sam had walked away. It almost hurt, the idea of not giving him another chance. But she couldn't risk that, not again.
Slowly his hands moved to rub her arms, his chin resting on her shoulder and he glanced at her face. "I've missed this. Just sitting with you on my lap." he told her.
Looking to him, she smiled a little. "Me too..." she agreed. She had missed it, and it would be a lie to say she hadn't.
"I'm glad you're willing to at least be friends."
She shrugged, turning her head to look back out the window. "Don't press your luck, Swarek."
"Oh but I'll press my luck any chance you will let me. I'm not giving up, Andy. I will win you back. And years from now, we'll be sitting like this, looking out a window of our house at our back yard, watching our kids play. It'll be great." he whispered. It was so unlike him to say anything like that, but he was just thinking out loud, daydreaming out loud.
And it made Andy blush furiously as she looked at him. "What? Sam Swarek, I do believe you're getting mushy. Are you going soft on me?" she asked.
But he looked at her with those dark brown eyes that held so much hope and certainty. "No, just stating what is going to happen. The future, our future. Corny, right? But I can't wait for it. And that day I'll tease you about how you made me work to win you back. You'll wonder how you could ever say no to a handsome guy like me." he said with a soft grin.
Shaking her head, she laughed, looking forward again. "But I thought I wasn't your type."
"Eh, what can I say, you've changed me, McNally."
"In a good way?" she asked, glancing at him with just her eyes a little to watch his face.
But he nodded, looking up at her still. "In the best possible way. I never thought like...like this before. About a house with a yard, with kids and a dog. That just seems too normal for me. I've never even considered that I'd do a halfway decent job at being a dad. But...with you, I'd be willing to try it. I'd be willing to try normal. And...you know...the more I think about it, the more I want normal with you more than anything else in the world. Normal with anyone else? Hell no, get me out of there."
She smiled a little, turning her head fully to look at him again. "Sam Swarek? Normal? I don't buy it." she said. Shifting a bit on his lap, wincing as she did as the pain shot through her. "Why wouldn't you be a good dad? I think you'd make the most amazing dad in the world..."
"Didn't have a good role model in that area. I don't know how a dad is supposed to act." he answered, gripping her arms a little as he thought about his own dad.
Her smile faded as she sighed. "I'm sorry. You...never really talked about your parents before. Was your dad not there?"
"Worse. He was there." he said, tilting his head back. "He um...wasn't the best dad. He was pretty violent...he used to lock me in the tool shed when I did something bad. But I found it was a good thing, it felt safer in there than in the house. I started fucking up on purpose, just so he'd lock me in that tool shed for a night.."
She sat up a little, moving to rest one hand on his cheek. "Oh Sam...I'm so, so sorry. You didn't deserve that." she whispered. She wanted to comfort him, to make the pain go away in any way she could. She wanted to see that smile on his face, his dimples that showed he was happy.
But he shrugged, looking up at her. "I've gotten past it. Just never thought I could even think about being a dad. I wouldn't know the first thing about being a good dad..."
"Well, you'll be an amazing dad one day. You, Sam Swarek, are a good guy. Yeah you run from your emotions all the time, and I'm actually proud of you for sharing so much of yourself right now because I know its hard on you. But, you are a good guy and a good cop. I feel absolutely safe with you because I know you'll always have my back, no matter what. You'll never hurt someone you care about." she said with a small smile.
He smiled a bit at her words, rubbing her arms and leaning to kiss her shoulder gently. "If you have faith in me, then I do too."
Sighing happily, she leaned back against his chest and turned to watch outside the window again. It wasn't an amazing view or anything, it was just a view of the city. But, it was better than the view of the wall she'd been looking at for days from her hospital bed.
And they sat there in the peaceful quiet with each other for a while, just the two of them. Sam felt content and happy with Andy safely tucked on his lap like that, which surprised him. And the silence surprised him too, Andy wasn't one that usually kept quiet for long periods of time. He'd joked that she was allergic to silence. But, in that moment they were both okay.
It was someone walking into the room that made them move again. A nurse walked in and smiled when she saw them. "Ohh, Officer McNally, you're up! That's amazing. How are you feeling?" she asked.
Andy nodded to the woman and smiled. "I'm feeling just fine, thank you."
The nurse nodded. "I can see why. You two make a beautiful couple..." she said, making Andy blush a little and Sam grin.
"T-Thanks but um...but we're not a couple. Not...not anymore...anyway." Andy answered, her eyes avoiding looking at Sam's face, she knew disappointment was probably lingering on his face at her statement.
"Oh really? Oh I'm sorry. It's just that I saw you two sitting like that and thought you'd make the best looking couple." the nurse said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Anyway, its time to take your medicine Andy." she said, attempting to save herself a little.
"Its fine." Andy said, glancing at Sam. "Can you help me?" she asked.
Even though he was disappointed at her statement, he nodded. But instead of letting her walk he shifted to stand up, bringing his arm under her knees and picking her up carefully bridal style. "Sure. But you've walked enough for one afternoon."
She squealed at the feeling of being swept up into Sams arms. Her own arms moved around his neck and held onto him as she looked up at him. It wasn't an overall bad feeling, she loved it actually.
He smiled down at her, making sure she was okay before he walked her over to the bed, gently laying her down on it before he stood up straight.
"Th-Thanks..." she muttered, biting her bottom lip a little.
Sitting up in bed as the nurse walked over and handed her a few pills. Taking a cup of water and swallowing them before she nodded to her. "Thank you."
The nurse smiled and nodded. "You're welcome, Officer. Your doctor will be around in about an hour or so when he gets in to check up on you." she confirmed, to which Andy just nodded and thanked her again.
Andy yawned a little as the pills started to take effect, and she was suddenly tired. And, before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
Sam looked up at her from his spot in his chair and smiled when he saw she was asleep. Standing up, he leaned to kiss her forehead. "Sweet dreams, McNally..." he whispered to her before he sat back, glancing at the clock. He could head out, but he sort of wanted to stay there with her.
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She was humming softly as she stood in a kitchen, which was weird. She didn't know how to cook. At least that well anyway. And here she was, chopping vegetables and putting them in a pot as she hummed softly.
It was a kitchen that she didn't recognize right away, but she kept going with it, chopping the vegetables carefully as not to chop off her finger.
The kitchen was beautiful, it had granite countertops, hardwood floors, dark wooden red oak cabinets with silver handles, an island that she was cutting the vegetables on. The island held a stovetop that the pot sat on, and inside the pot was already various vegetables.
Off to one side behind her a door opened, a door to the garage probably. She didn't pay it any mind that the door opened and she heard the thump of a bag falling down onto the floor next to it. And she just...knew what to say.
"I've told you not to leave your bag next to the door like thaaat." she said in a singsong voice as she chopped.
Feeling strong hands move around her waist and settle on her stomach as he held her, kissing her earlobe and grinning. "I'll move it in a minute." she heard Sam's voice say. And, that didn't shock her.
"You better before I trip on it." she said, glancing back at Sam's face, her movements with her hands pausing for a bit as she leaned in to kiss him gently in the softest of kisses.
He returned the kiss slowly, nuzzling his nose against hers before rubbing her stomach. "How are you two today?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder and looking down at her stomach.
It was then that she noticed it. She had a baby bump. It wasn't huge, she couldn't be more than five months pregnant, and the idea astonished her. But, it was like she was watching the scene instead of being an active participant.
"Ohh we're fine. He's kicking up a storm today. Your son is going to kill me." she said, laughing a little.
Sam only shook his head, rubbing her stomach lightly. "Nahh, little man won't do that."
She chuckled and finished chopping the carrot she had on the counter, tossing the pieces into the pot before she turned around, leaning back against the counter and looking up at him. "How was your day?" she asked.
He smiled to her and leaned to kiss her again. "Better now that I'm home."
And she smiled back to him, leaning to kiss him back and rubbing his arms a little. "Good. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Yeah I still gotta shower. I didn't do that at the station."
"I can tell." she teased, playfully wrinkling her nose. "Go, shower, you've got time."
He placed a kiss to her forehead before he started to walk away and she watched after him. Gently one hand rested on her stomach and looked down at it. Was this real? Was any of it real?
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Andy shifted as she started to wake up, her eyes starting to flutter open. Was it real? Where was she? Sometimes she'd be dreaming and forget that she returned to reality for a few minutes.
Shifting in her bed as she turned her head to one side, seeing Sam still sitting there in the chair, holding a newspaper that he was reading. Confusion swept over Andy as she took in her surroundings. Had that been a dream?
Gently her hand moved to rest on her stomach, feeling the flatness of it and glancing down at it. It had been a dream. Her mind was playing mean, mean tricks on her again and it caused tears to well up in her eyes. Tears for something she'd never had in the first place. While she'd only seen it in a dream, she'd suddenly become attached to that baby she'd been carrying, the one Sam so lovingly referred to as 'little man.'
Looking back over at Sam, tears welling up in her eyes. "S-Sam?" she asked.
He looked up at her, smiling for a moment to hear her awake. "You're up!" he said happily. But, taking in her face, the tears in her eyes, he blinked. "Whats the matter?" he asked, suddenly concerned. Folding the newspaper and putting it off to one side so he could sit up and reach to take her hand. "Bad dream?"
But she shook her head at that, starting to realize that it had been the dream, and this was reality, and she'd never had a baby. "N-No...no just...just didn't realize it was a dream right away."
"Oh really? What was it about? Was it a good dream?" he asked curiously, leaning his elbows on the side of the bed.
"Amazing.." she said as she sighed, looking up at the ceiling. But, she shook her head a little. "It doesn't matter."
"Of course it does. I want to hear about it. Come on, McNally, you always want to talk."
She rolled her eyes a little and glanced at him a bit. "Not always. I'm fine, its fine." she said, reaching up and wiping her eyes a little before any stray tears could fall. She'd had dreams of kids with Sam before, but this one sort of struck her harder than the others. "I'm fine." she repeated.
Raising an eyebrow, he nodded a bit. "Alright, if you say so."
"I do." she said. Glancing at the clock and then back to him. "How long have you been here? I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep..."
Sam shrugged a bit. "Pretty much all day. I went out and grabbed lunch and a newspaper and came back. I brought you something to eat back, too you know."
"Oh you did? Thanks." she said with a smile. Glancing at the bedside table, she reached for her phone and picked it up.
Checking the time, she realized it was almost time for Luke to get off work. Or, he might have gotten off already. Pressing the button to unlock it, she saw there was a missed call and a voicemail from Luke. Great, bad news, she knew. Touching the button to play the voicemail before resting it against her ear.
"Hey Andy," Luke's voice rang through the phone. "I'm really sorry about this, but I'm going to be working late. I'll come by after shift I hope. We found a double homicide and I've got to be here. I hope you understand. I'll text you when I'm on my way. I'll stop and get some dinner for us too, I know you must hate the hospital food. But, I'll be there soon as I can."
The message ended and she sighed, shaking her head.
"Bad news?" Sam asked.
Glancing at him, she shook her head again. "Nope, just typical Luke. He's working late and will be by after his shift."
"Why do you put up with him, Andy? You know you'll just hurt him in the end when you break it off with him for me." he asked.
She shot him a look and shrugged. "A little cocky there Officer Swarek." she said before she rested her phone in her lap. "I'm not really with with him. I just said I'd give him another shot. Granted, we haven't defined what that is yet, but to me I'm just giving him another chance not to be an asshole and cheat on me. He was there for me when I needed someone."
"So...you mean if I was here I'd be the one getting another shot?" he asked.
Andy shrugged again, looking at him. "I don't know. Sam, I did love Luke too, in a way. And he was here when I needed someone. I don't know, okay? Just...leave this be, okay?"
Sam looked at her and shook his head, sitting back on his seat a little and looking down. "Well, from where I sit, it looks like you're giving Luke a second chance at being with you. But...I want that chance."
She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest, looking off to one side. "Sam please, just go. I've had enough visits for one day. Isn't visiting hours over?"
"I'm a cop, who is really going to tell me I can't be here?" he asked with a playful grin as he watched her.
"Me." she said.
The answer upset him, and he looked down with a sigh. "Fine. But, I'll be back tomorrow, Andy. And the day after that, and the day after that. I'll go swing by your place too and bring in the mail and all that."
She glanced at him with a strange look and shook her head. "What? No. You don't have to do that. Plus you don't even have keys to my apartment." she said.
"Yeah, sorta do. You gave me a key when we were together. I just kept it. Don't worry, Andy I'm not going to break in or anything. Just take your mail in and everything."
She wanted to protest, but she did need someone to go do that, she hadn't asked anyone yet and the mail was probably piling up. Sighing a bit, she shook her head and looked away again. "Fine, whatever floats your boat, Swarek." she said, trying to sound as cold as she could.
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True to his word, Sam did leave the hospital and go by Andy's apartment. Parking out front before he got out of his car, making sure it was locked before walking up to the building. The first thing he did was go up to the apartment, he knew Andy kept the key to her mailbox in her apartment in a certain drawer, and he remembered which drawer.
Stepping into her apartment was like a blast from the past. He took in a deep breath. Everything smelled like Andy, smelled familiar. He missed it.
Walking in and shutting the door, he grabbed the mail key first, deciding that needed to get done. Quickly he went back downstairs and opened the mailbox for her apartment. True enough, it was stacked full of mail from the past few days that she'd been in the hospital. Grabbing the whole stack before he closed and locked the mailbox, starting to walk back upstairs.
Once he was safely back in the apartment, he closed and locked the door, resting the keys on the countertop and looking around. He remembered their life in this apartment. Remembered her trying to bake, the fight they'd gotten in with the flour. Remembered late night movies on the couch with her snuggled up to his side. Remembered passionate moments in various places in this apartment. Everything in here reminded him of something they'd shared, something he wished he had back now.
Resting the mail down on the counter, he ran his fingers over the countertop before resting his palms down, looking down at the surface.
Worst of all, this was his own fault. If it wasn't for him he'd be with Andy still, they'd be together. He was the idiot that pushed her away when he needed her the most, and now she was gone and he wondered if he'd ever get her back. And it hurt, the idea of never getting her back. She felt so much like a piece of him already, and he couldn't stand the thought of Callaghan with her, holding her, being with her like he used to be.
Slamming his fist down against the counter and shaking his head. "You're a fucking idiot, Sam. Way to go ruin the best thing you've ever had. God damnit." he muttered to himself before pushing himself to stand up straight.
But he shook his head, moving to stand up straight. He had to figure out how to win her back, he just did. Today was progress at least.
Slowly walking over to where he'd sat the mail, going through it and making sure it was all for Andy, but not opening anything. Setting it to stack neatly before he walked to get a glass of water to start watering her plants. He wouldn't give up now that he knew that Andy still felt something for him.
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A/N: And there it is! Read and review, let me know what you think :-).