They should be enough to make him stay. But they weren't. You should have been all he needed. But you weren't. He left. And he left for someone who was the complete opposite of you, but the thing that stung the most was her age. You hate her. You ha...
Warnings: language, sweet Ransom, difficulties with divorce, Scott, difficult conversations, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 8.1K
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"Ransom," the man rolls his eyes as Andy walks into his office foyer. Ransom was trying to talk to you, well, you are trying to talk to him about his messages from when he was in court. Of course your annoying boyfriend or whatever he is would come in and interrupt. "I need to speak to your office manager," you playfully snort, while Ransom's face falls flat. His eyes narrow at Andy. "Please."
"I don't want this to become a habit," he tells Andy more than you. You aren't the problem. Andy's distraction and wandering eyes are the problem. "In fact, I never saw you venture this way much at all unless we needed to discuss a case. And now, you can't stay away from my part of the office building."
"It seems a fair trade off since I, the district attorney, come to your office for meetings. If you'd prefer, we can start conducting the meetings on the other side of the building."
"Five minutes."
"Ten."
"Eight," Ransom counters before Andy gives a nod, and holds out his hand for you. Leave it to Andy to start inserting himself now. You follow him down the long hallway before he's dragging you into his suite, and on back to his office. His office is more your typical lawyers office, while Ransom's is immaculate and more ornate. Stark difference between the two best friends, or as they call it, colleagues.
Andy pulls you in for an embrace, in lieu of a kiss. His thick arms wrap around you so tight, and you sink into him. It had been a particularly rough night. Night's before your babies go to Scott's for the weekend often are. It's a pure terror and worry about what could happen, especially given the last time.
"You seem tense," he says as he pulls back. "Your messages indicate that as well."
"You're almost too observant, you know that?" It was his job to be observant, but you aren't one of his cases.
"And you're avoiding my question."
"It wasn't a question, Andrew, that was a statement," he sighs, pulling you back into him. Andy starts swaying the two of you to nonexistent music. Resting his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your sweet scent deeply. If only things concerning Scott weren't stressful, you could fully enjoy this moment.
"You can trust me to tell me," he ends his words with a quick kiss on your sensitive skin. This is Andy, you could trust him. He's not just any man, he's your Andy. You just fear he's going to try to fix everything, and unfortunately you didn't see this being fixed.
