*February 1983*
(Y/N) waits for Andy to get home from the studio.
(Y/N)'s POV:
Andy was at the studio late today. It was fine cause I had more time to get my wardrobe ready for tour.
I put on a random record, which was Living Eyes by of course the Bee Gees.
I sat folding shirts, some pants, skirts and placing them in the suitcase I had on the bed.
"Ello baby," Maurice greets me.
"Hi darling," I responded back.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Maurice replies.
"No not at all. I'm just folding laundry," I replied smiling.
"I'm just gonna freshen up and we can go eat dinner," Maurice said smiling at me.
"Ok that's fine," I said situating the suitcase.
I went downstairs to get dinner ready. I had made chicken noodle soup and biscuits too.
Maurice wrapped his arms around me as I was at the stove and started leaving kisses down my neck.
"Maurice stop," I said with a moan as I felt like I was being shaken awake.
"Darling? Darling?" I could hear Andy's voice.
"Huh what?" I said sitting up straight on the bed.
"Were you asleep?" Andy asked confused.
I was honestly embarrassed. I was dreaming about Maurice! I don't know what I could have said outloud in front of Andy.
"Well this record has been replaying on Wildflower since I walked in the house. I thought you were jamming but I found you asleep with tee-shirts in your hand," Andy said.
I obviously was crimson-red with the dream. It's not like anything really happened, but I still was dreaming I was with Maurice instead of my Andy.
"I, I must have dozed off while getting this suitcase ready for tour," I said yawning.
"Yeah but I heard you say "Mo" though? Was he hurting you or something in your dream?" Andy asked concerned.
"No not at all. I honestly don't remember the dream," I said, still blushing.
"You are lying darling you are blushing! Something happened. Oh my god did you two?" Andy stopped midsentence.
"NO NO NO! It wasn't anything like that holy crap love. It was just I was making him dinner like I was going to for you. The chicken soup I made is on the stove and I," I told Andy.
"Ok I'm glad it wasn't anything like I thought. You got me worked up darling," Andy said relieved.
I'm glad he can laugh about it, but when Maurice, Robin and Barry come in next week, I don't think I'll be able to be in the same room without being a tomato.
"I hope you are hungry cause the soup should be done by now," I said getting up putting away the suitcase.
"I'm sure it'll be great darling. Just don't be hung up on the dream, ok? I'm not mad," Andy said reassuringly.
"I'll try not to," I said heading out of our room down the stairs.
Sam was at the glassdoor, wanting in.
I let him in and then went and checked the soup.
"Oooh it smells good darling," Andy told me while licking his lips.
I went and stirred the soup and Andy wrapped his arms around me just like Mo did in the dream.
"Love you," Andy told me in my ear.
"Love you too," I told him.
We sat down and ate dinner. I was still embarrassed.
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