A Beautiful Nightmare • Andy Barber

21 • Whenever You Want 🌴

🖤 Chapter 21🖤

HI GUYS HAPPY THURSDAY! 💌 IM BACK WITH MAFIA ANDY! OOOHH THINGS ARE HEATING UP BETWEEN THESE TWO!🖤✨

🖤Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff!!! Allusions to smut, Andy being a cutie bean.

🌴Summary: Finally, a night alone just you & Andy on one of the prettiest beaches in the country. You're not sure if it's the ocean water, the stars in the sky but you want to suddenly give Andy every piece of you...

Andy holds onto your shoes as you take his arm and lift your dress with your other hand, making your way to the table he had set up for tonight.

"This is all so beautiful," you're truly taken back by how gorgeous this sight was. Romantic candles lit, a small bouquet of roses in the middle.

Fine china and utensils lined up nearly like they eat at royal dinners, Andy doesn't say anything but he's secretly admiring this new glow to you. You were happy, and he was well on his way to finally getting lucky.

Because to be able to bring heaven down to you, he's the luckiest guy on the planet.

Soon the chef appears with two plates in his hands, perhaps you were too busy looking over at the waves and Andy was too busy admiring your beauty you guys didn't even hear him walk over here.

"Good evening, tonight we have a spectacular dish that has been made from scratch, cooked with love and served to you with honor," the chef bows very respectfully to you both and hands you each the food.

Once the food made it to the table space in front of you, your math was watering it looked so delicious. And you haven't even tasted it yet, "thank you so much! This looks incredible." Touching your chest, you're just in such a happy mood.

Matilda is going to get the help she needs to live her life to the fullest, Andy seemed like he was finally starting to act right, and the night in Hawaii can't get anymore beautiful.

Even the chef awaits a response from Andrew, but Andy was busy unfolding his napkin to put on his lap, gently touching his hand to bring him back down to earth; he somehow has developed the skill to read your mind just by looking at your face.

Looking over at the chef, Andy nods politely, "thank you..." he says kindly, "...for taking the time to cook all this for us. It's very much appreciated."

The smile on your face grows, so big, bigger than Andy has ever seen it. He wasn't being a jerk and being sarcastic, or just saying this to win you over. You could tell by the softness of his features that he really meant it.

And that was making your heart happy.

"My absolute pleasure...please, enjoy," motioning the dishes the chef leaves, leaving you and Andy alone to indulge in the food.

A couple minutes of you and Andy softly chewing, glancing over at each other, you put your fork down, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Andy," you say out loud.

And his name on your lips will always sound so sweet, his brows lift up as he takes his napkin to wipe his mouth giving you his full attention.

Tilting your face, you smirk over at him. A sweet, almost sinister smile that has his guy logic alarms ringing off in his head, what does that smile mean.

It's like when he caught the boys watching—oh no Andy is not good with Disney movies, what was that movie called? And all of the husband's emotions were going crazy when they realized the wife had told them something and they weren't paying attention only mentally rewatching a hockey game.