*its now January 1979. Karen is recording a solo album in New York. (Y/N) is having to find ways to pass time as the Carpenters are on hold for now. Andy and (Y/N) are now together for 7 months. Andy is off doing concerts from time to time, as pictured above.*
(Y/N)'s POV:
Now that the holidays are over, everything is going back to my new reality. I just don't know how time keeps moving on and I don't disappear like the movies always proclaimed.
Karen has decided to go to New York with Phil Ramone to record a solo album. I don't blame her. Trying to get away from the apple pie image is the only way to do so. Because of the time zone differences, I haven't really talked to her. We are sending lots of letters though.
I was in Downey, busying myself with talk show interviews and tagging along with Andy at his appearances.
I feel stuck. For so many weeks, it was new things. Now, everything is stagnant.
Andy was out at a night club appearance for the night. I decided to stay home because it was pouring rain.
"Love you, I'll be home no later than midnight. I'm not eating with the band, I'll come home and munch with you," Andy said while hugging and kissing me.
"Be safe love, call me when you get to the venue. You know I get paranoid," I told him quietly.
"I know darling, stay warm," Andy said while walking out the door.
I now had 6 hours to kill. I decided to organize my record collection. Even if I get back to my time, I had to organize it.
I had the records alphabetized. I had ABBA, Andy & the Bee Gees (duh!), Linda Ronstadt, etc.
"Well that went way quicker then expected," I mumbled to myself.
I headed to the kitchen to make me some earl grey tea since it was chilly today.
While I got water boiling, I had a genius idea. I'll make some cookies before getting some dinner. Andy loved my chocolate chip cookies. It would be a nice surprise for him.
I put the radio on (the greatest hits of the day), got the items to make cookies.
*time skip to after making cookies*
I wasn't feeling the best after, I begun getting a headache.
I decided to take a shower and take some tylenol. I knew I wouldn't be awake when Andy would get home.
Andy's POV:
*around midnight*
I came into the house, quietly. All the lights were off which was weird. I walked to the kitchen to find a plate of cookies with a note.
"Hope the show went well darling. Love you," the note read.
"I hope (Y/N)'s ok," I mumbled outloud.
I walked up the stairs to our room to find (Y/N) sound asleep, wearing one of my shirts with her favorite pajama pants and fuzzy socks. She looked so peaceful. I didn't want to disturb her.
I went to the bathroom, took a shower, and got ready for bed. I felt bad that I wasn't home to make (Y/N) feel better.
I slowly peeled back the comforter, trying to crawl in without waking her up.
"Andy? Is that you?" (Y/N) said very sleepy.
"Shhhh darling, it is me, go back to sleep baby," I told her kissing her forehead.
"How was the show?" (Y/N) asked me while yawning.
"It was good darling, just missed you in the audience," I said scooting down to cuddle her.
"Well good night Andy, I love you," she said half asleep.
"Good night darling. I love you most," I told her in her ear.
"Don't do that, it gives me chills," she said while shivering.
That made me laugh. She is always so cold.
I pulled the comforter up over us so we'd be warm. If you told me I'd be living the best life I could, I wouldn't believe you.
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