My Wish

Twenty-Five

Andy stumbled into Ron's flat, definitely anything but quietly. Ron hopped up from the couch, prepared to rip her a new one. "Andy!" He shrieked. Andy giggled and held a finger to her lips. "Shh, you'll wake up Ron," She whispered. Ron glare fell as he raised his brow. Andy patted his shoulder, walking towards the couch.

"Don't tell him this but I think he's kinda cute," Andy muttered. Ron smirked as he turned around to face her. "Yeah?" He asked. Andy nodded, more giggles erupting from her as she plopped onto the couch. "If cute meant he looks like a god," Andy stated, a hiccup following after.

Ron couldn't help but smile as he walked over to her. "Come on, let's get you to bed before you spill anything else," He said. Andy shook her head frantically. "No, no. I don't want to wake the twins up and them see me like this," Andy patted the couch. "I'm sleeping right here," She slurred. Ron shook his head. "No, I won't allow that. You can sleep in my bed," Ron whispered.

Andy gasped and leaned forward. "We're not married! I can't sleep in your bed," She said as if it were a high-status crime. Ron grabbed her hands and pulled her up off the couch. "Andy, you don't care about that, besides I'll take the couch. I won't be in the bed with you," He whispered.

Andy shook her head. "No, no. What if I want-" Ron raised his brow, which caused Andy to cut herself off. "Want what?" He asked. Andy raised her hand to her mouth and acted as if she was zipping it shut. She threw the key over her shoulder. Ron chuckled. "Let's get you to bed, love," Ron whispered.

Andy giggled. "Call me that again," She said. "Love," She repeated. Ron shook his head as he let out a small laugh. He guided Andy towards him room and Andy held a finger to her lips as they passed the twins' room. Ron pushed his door open with his shoulder and Andy collapsed onto the bed as soon as they were within reach off it.

Andy buried her face into it and mumbled something Ron couldn't exactly make out as he moved to take her boots off. Ron had just untied the first one when she rolled over, causing more trouble for Ron. Ron moved to pull the shoe off before moving to the other one.

"Do you sleep with your socks on or off?" Ron asked. "Off, not a psycho," Andy slurred. Ron chuckled as he peeled Andy's socks off. He dropped them on the floor besides her shoes.

"Alright, you get to bed, you're gonna need your rest," Ron muttered. Andy groaned as Ron moved to leave. "Stay," She muttered. Ron stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. A big part of Ron wanted to climb in besides Andy and wrap his arms around her but he knew that wasn't fair to do it when she was drunk.

"No," Ron said, his hand on the door knob. "Maybe a different night," He whispered. Andy pouted at him as she crawled underneath the blankets. "Ron," Andy whined. The whine sent shivers through Ron as he bit his lip. "Night, Andy," He whispered, stepping out of the room and walking towards the couch. Fuck. It seemed like that had become his favorite word.

Andy groaned as soon as she was conscious. Her head was throbbing. "Sorry," Andy sprung forward to see Ron, shifting through his drawers. Andy quickly took in her surroundings. She was in Ron's room. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Whoa," Ron said, holding his hands up. "Relax, you were trying to sleep on the couch last night so I let you take the bed and I took the couch," Ron explained. Andy let out a breath of relief. She collapsed onto the bed, wincing as the impact caused a jabbing pain in her head.

"My mum came and picked the twins up this morning. They're making cookies," Ron told her. He paused before delivering the next bit. "And I took the day off work. I figured I could nurse you back to heal," He joked. Andy pinched the bridge of her nose. "Much appreciated but you didn't have to," She whispered.