Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

17: Apology

Andy's P.O.V

I woke up with my head on Rye's chest, the light softly streaming into the room. I sat up slowly, kissing Rye's nose. His eyes fluttered open and a smile crept up onto his beautiful face as he looked at me sleepily.

"You're not tired, mi amor?"

I shook my head. "I want to have a party or something. I miss people."

"What about a club?"

I shook my head once again, giving my husband a look. "Too many idiots. And creeps. Us, our friends and our family. But no alcohol," I stated firmly. Rye pouted playfully, looking up with puppy eyes.

"Just a little. For me and my friends. And you."

"No. What if the twins want some?"

"I'll ask my parents to take them back home."

"Everyone has to be there, babe. Even Mikey. I know you guys aren't on the best terms right now, but we've all made mistakes."

"But you don't know everything about him, And. He's not good news. That's why we'd always been so close."

"I know, Ryan. But please just ignore him. For me?"

He sighed, kissing my lips. "Anything for you, baby boy."

"Come on. Let's go make breakfast for everyone," I smiled. We got changed and went downstairs, where I started cooking. Rye kept sneaking behind me to kiss me on the neck, multiple times, leaving marks where he sucked harder.

"Rye! Everyone will see them."

"So what? I'm crazy in love with you, and everyone knows it."

"Help me cook, for fuck's sake."

Rye's P.O.V

I picked Andy up and placed him on the counter, taking over the cooking.

"You rest. Watch TV. You're not doing anything," I said. Andy obeyed, kissing my cheek. I smirked, watching him limp into the living room. I knew I'd been rough last night, and seeing the effect it had on Andy was funny.

"Hey, Rye."

I didn't turn around, scoffing a little.

"Hey. Don't worry about breakfast. I'm making it," I said bluntly.

"Are you sure?"

"Alex, I said it's fine. You can relax for a bit."

I heard him mumble under his breath, stopping myself from yanking him back into the room to beat the hell out of him.

I made the food, leaving some for the rest of the boys. I wasn't on the greatest terms with Mikey, but it didn't mean I was going to let him starve. That would be too harsh.

I carried the plates into the living room where Andy was swaddled by two or three blankets. He was so focused on the TV screen he didn't notice I'd walked in, jumping out of his skin when he finally saw me. I almost dropped the plates from laughing so hard, kissing his nose.

"I'm sorry, mi amor. That was too funny, though."

My husband pouted cutely, taking the plate from my hand.

"No thank you?" I questioned.

He stuck his tongue out, grinning. "No, I'm joking. Thank you for this, baby."

I sat down, laughing harder when I saw him roll his eyes back in pleasure. "Fuck, this is so good, Rye," he said with his mouth full.

"Manners, angel. But thank you."