Emmandrew? or Andremma? ( A Stonefield Fanfic )

Chapter 8

*Andrew's POV

I woke up with my back stinging, but as soon as I looked at who was beside me, the pain subsided. I slowly got up, trying not to wake her up. I grabbed a shirt from my dresser and put it on. I walked into the bathroom and peed. As I peed, Emma showed up behind me. "Why do you pee so loud?" she asked. I looked back and there she was, half awake, messy blonde hair, and no shirt. I tried to finish fast because no one likes to be watched as they pee.

"I honestly don't know," I replied as I zipped my pants up. "I'm sorry it woke you up."

"It's fine. I needed something to wake me up."

I walked up to her and kissed her. "Good morning," I whispered. She smiled and kissed me good morning as well. She asked me if I can get out so she can pee. It was a little unfair that she got to watch me pee from behind but I guess it's fair because girls sit down to pee.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. I looked at the broken glass and the wine stain mixed with blood on the carpet floor. I grabbed a a broom and cleaned the glass up. I grabbed the vacuum from my closet and vacuumed the same spot just to make sure there isn't any glass pieces left. As I vacuumed, Emma showed up wearing one of my white shirts that was pretty big on her but sexy.

I turned the vacuum off. "Hey, nice shirt! Where did you get it?" I sarcastically asked. She laughed and sat on the couch. I turned the vacuum on again and vacuumed the spot for another minute. I rolled the machine back to my closet and headed to the kitchen. She sat on the couch just watching my every move. I asked her if she wanted coffee and she nodded. I made some coffee and poured them into two mugs with both the British flag on it. I sat on the couch and handed her the mug. I watched as she sipped her coffee and saw the relief in her eyes as she gulped it down. I took a sip and she looked back at me. She put her mug down on the coffee table a few feet in front of the couch and slowly creeped up to me and sat on my lap. She grabbed my face and kissed me but I stopped her for a second. "Let's not make last night happen again," I laughed. I leaned forward and set the mug on the table. I leaned back again and let her kiss me. I grabbed her hips and laid her down on the couch. My back started to hurt and she noticed, so she told me to sit up and take off my shirt. I took my shirt off and she took a look at the wounds. It seems that wounds began to bleed so she hurried into the bathroom to get more bandage and things to treat the wound.

After she treated and wrapped my body with bandage, I suggested that we should take things slowly just until my wounds heal. She agreed.

"Why don't we eat breakfast at IHOP? I haven't tasted any American pancakes and I heard IHOP has some good ones," I asked her.

"Yeah, that would be great."