Y/n is thirteen
Summary: Y/n comes home from school and she's in a bad mood, so Andrew tries to make her feel better.
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Y/n comes home and throws her backpack on the floor, making Andrew's ears prick up. "Y/n?" He calls. Y/n huffs and walks upstairs to her bedroom.
Andrew walls upstairs and knocks on the bedroom door. "Y/n? Darling, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." Y/n answers. Andrew raises his eyebrows.
"Are you sure?" Andrew asks.
"Go away!" Y/n shouts. Andrew's eyebrows raise as he backs away from the door and goes downstairs.
He goes into the pantry and pulls out some chocolate biscuits before walking back upstairs and knocking on the door again. "Y/n? I've got some biscuits here, if you want to talk."
Quiet footsteps can be heard making their way to the door and Y/n opens the door. Andrew notices her red puffy eyes and he offers her the biscuits.
She takes the packet and walks over to her bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" Andrew asks.
"No." Y/n says plainly. Andrew nods.
"Alright. Do you want to watch The Witcher?" He asks. Y/n nods. Andrew watches as his daughter pulls out her laptop and props it onto her bed.
Andrew comes and sits down next to her. She cuddles up next to him, and he chuckles. "I was thinking we could have tacos for dinner." Andrew says.
Y/n nods. "I'd like that." She responds. Andrew smiles and kisses her head.
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