You Don't Know Me | A Andy Gibb What If Story

Chapter 53

With my parents back home in Canada, we were focusing on getting the house decorated for Christmas. I had already put the tree up earlier in November so we could take photos for Christmas with my parents. So once Saturday morning came, I was ready to fully deck the halls.

But, today was a doozy. The wind was not working with me and the wind was making everything twice as hard as it should have been.

"Darling I told you I could help you hang the lights up," Andy remarked from the bottom of the ladder.

"Honey, I do this every year by myself. Or Violet's usually here," I told him.

Andy chuckled.

"I understand but I'm here now aren't I?" he asked.

I looked down at the bottom of the ladder. 

"Yes,, but let me do this thing okay? I'm a woman of independence," I told him as I finished hanging up the lights on the front of the house.

"Okay okay fine," he remarked as I climbed down the ladder.

After I got safely on the ground, we both finished the lights around the stair railing and put out all my Christmas yard signs as well.

By noon, we were hungry and done with decorating outside. The inside was pretty much done already as well.

"I think it looks marvelous darling," Andy remarked before we went inside to wash up.

"Thanks for all the help honey," I told him.

We went inside and washed up. Then, we headed to the kitchen.

"What do you want for lunch?" I asked Andy.

"Hmmm, good question. We still have leftovers from Thursday right?" he asked as I looked in the fridge.

"Yes," I told him.

"Okay well, we could do turkey sandwiches?" Andy asked.

"That sounds good," I told him as I pulled the bag of turkey out.

"I'll get the bread and plates," Andy commented.

And so, the two of us made turkey sandwiches for lunch. 

After we were done with lunch, I wanted to kick back and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. The week was stressful with the holiday even though my parents were a blessing to have down for the week. 

Andy had disappeared down the hall as I sat in the living room resting my eyes. Sam was by my feet.

"You know we need something sweet," Andy sheepishly commented.

I didn't even bother to look at him.

"I'm good honey," I told him.

He sat down next to me.

"I said I need something sweet," he remarked again.

I peeped one eye open and he was holding mistletoe.

I giggled.

"Now I understand," I told him as I still did not budge my eyes fully open.

Andy sighed. 

He was getting impatient. 

I opened my eyes and he had put down the mistletoe.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Better?" I asked him.

"Nope," he remarked chuckling.

I sat up a little better. I leaned over and kissed him again.

"Now?"I asked.

"Nuh-uh," he teased back.

So, I grabbed the mistletoe from the table and went to hang it in the doorway.

"Ehm," I remarked as Andy looked back at me.

"Much better," he retorted.

He walked over to me. I looked down at my feet. I always did that when I was nervous.

He lifted my chin to look at him.

"Don't do that," he remarked.

I paused as I looked at him.

"It's a nervous habit of mine," I told him.

"I know. You've done that for as long as I've known you," he told me as I glanced back up at the mistletoe.

"Just kiss me," I told him.

And so, Andy got his wish. 

After we pulled apart, he smiled at me.

"You know how long I've wanted to kiss someone under the mistletoe?" he asked.

"I can only imagine. I've always wanted to kiss someone under the mistletoe," I remarked.

"Well now you get to," he remarked kissing me again.

I smiled into the kiss.

"You are a sap Mister," I told him chuckling.

"Shhhh don't let anyone hear you say that," he commented as he kissed me again.

I loved seeing Andy in this phase. He was very loving.

"If I don't say it enough, I love you," I told him.

"I love you most," he told me as he held me in an embrace.

A little kiss never hurt no one.