Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Big News (Fluff)

Y/N looked up at the ceiling, willing herself to get out of bed. It was 6:30 am on a Sunday morning, prime sleeping time for most people, but Y/N was always one to get up early to go for a run around her Westwood neighborhood. She always liked to go early, before Andrew woke up, preferring to get her workout done early so she'd have the whole day free to hang out with her adorable man and do her weekend errands. A lifelong athlete, Y/N had always been the type to pop out of bed, eager to take on the day and get in her daily cardio. The tiny petite dark haired girl had been running since her high school cross country days, and she rarely missed a workout. But for some reason, this particular morning, the girl had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, and try as she may, she couldn't get herself out of bed.

She groaned to herself, trying to be as quiet as possible as she glanced over at her adorable red-headed boyfriend, sleeping soundly next to her. Andrew hadn't gotten back from working at Shane's until 1 am, and she hated to wake him up. The two had been dating for three years, since pretty much the minute they met at a party at the apartment complex where Andrew lived with Carly and Erin. Y/N had worked as a makeup artist in Hollywood for years and had met the girls at a photo shoot they'd done for their merch line, and when they invited her to a party at their neighbor's house, she was immediately drawn to their quiet, ginger-haired roommate. After dating for a few years, Andrew asked Y/N to move in with him. They'd been living together for a few months, and while Y/N loved getting to wake up every day to her sweet boyfriend, they hadn't yet gotten in sync when it came to their opposite sleep schedules.

As she laid in bed, silently suffering from the waves of nausea that engulfed her tiny frame, Andrew stirred, feeling her shifting around uncomfortably. He rolled over, mop of red hair adorably ruffled, and glanced over to his raven-haired girl. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked her in his raspy morning voice. The way he looked and sounded in the morning generally made her weak and ready to pounce on him, but this morning, she felt too sick and awful to even consider anything romantic. Andrew rubbed his sleepy eyes slowly, shaking his head a little bit. "Aren't you going for your run gorgeous?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her forehead, and she groaned to herself. "What, do I have morning breath?" he questioned, flashing her a cute grin. She frowned, not up for their usual morning banter.

"No, no, it's not that Andy. I just don't feel well. I don't think I'm going running today." She pulled the blanket up to her chin, snuggling into the bed and trying to get comfortable as Andrew looked at her with concern in his chocolate brown eyes. "You're not going? You must really be sick. Is there anything I can do?" he asked, and before she could answer him, she felt a horrible wave of nausea come over her, jumping up from bed abruptly and dashing to their attached bathroom, flinging the door closed behind her. Andrew sat up quickly, running a hand through his hair as he heard his girl gagging. "Baby?!" he called out to her, standing at the door of the bathroom, not wanting to invade her space but concerned about her. "Do you need me to do anything?" She groaned again, eeking out a small "no, no, I'll be alright." She stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, and Andrew heard the water running before she emerged, her face pale, struggling back to bed.

Andrew looked at her with concern written all over his handsome face. "Baby, you don't look good. I... I mean, you're beautiful, but you know..." he trailed off, and she smiled weakly. "I know what you meant," she said meekly, and he rushed downstairs to grab her a water, running back up to check on her. As she sat up in bed, swigging the water, she started to feel better. Andrew held her hand, rubbing his fingers over top of her knuckles while he rubbed her back soothingly. "Maybe you should go to the doctor, angel. Didn't you feel sick yesterday too?" She thought a moment before shaking her head. "I'm sure I'm fine baby, it's probably just a bug." He looked at her with a skeptical expression before deciding to drop it, not wanting to treat her like a child.