Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Rainy (Fluff)

Reader Request: "Can you do a cute fluff chapter where y/n and Andrew are a couple and are home alone just cuddling and having a cute lil moment"

Here you go @hashbrownsareyuck Enjoy!

Y/N walked into the front door of the apartment she shared with Andrew, soaking wet, hair sticking to her forehead, mascara dripping down her face, with her gigantic file folder filled with soaked and frayed papers. She'd had what was probably the worst day she'd had in a long time. She'd woken up late, forgotten her lap top, and then spilled coffee all over her favorite lucky suit. She headed to her office at the giant law firm she worked at in Downtown Los Angeles and found that she'd totally forgotten her secretary Angela's birthday. Her boss yelled at her for messing up an argument in a brief she was working on, and then to top it off, she got caught in a giant rain storm walking from her office to her car, which completely soaked her.

She walked into the apartment looking completely defeated, dropping the wet files and her purse, and she immediately took off her blazer and heels, standing in the doorway dripping wet with the saddest look on her pretty face. Andrew was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop out as he edited some footage for Garrett, and he gazed up when he heard the door open, furrowing his brows as he saw his girl soaked and looking distraught. He immediately stood up, walking over to her and holding both arms out for her.

"What's wrong, baby? Bad day?" Andrew asked in his trademark soft-spoken voice, and Y/N shook her head slowly. She didn't immediately sink into his arms as she didn't want to soak him as well, but as she stood there, the heaviness of the day hit her hard, and she felt her mouth crumbling. Her eyes filled with tears and before she could help herself, she started to cry. She frowned, sighing to herself as she sobbed, annoyed at how weak and dumb she felt. Y/N had trained herself through her years in law school to be tough and not to show emotion, but with Andrew, she felt completely comfortable and safe, and she could feel all her emotions coming to the surface as she faced her ginger man.

"Aw baby, no! Don't cry sweetheart. C'mere, let me help you," Andrew urged, pulling off his baseball cap as he inched closer to her. "I don't want to get you wet," Y/N wailed softly, and Andrew shook his head. "Baby, I don't care about that. I can't stand to see my favorite girl upset," he said, enveloping her in his big long arms as she sunk into him. He rubbed her shoulders softly, trying to warm her up, and she rested her head on his sternum as he held her to his chest. In the two years that they'd been a couple, Andrew had managed to break down a lot of Y/N's walls, and she felt safer and more secure with him than anyone she'd ever known. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, wiping her tears away, and Y/N sighed a little.

"Come on, baby, let's get you upstairs and changed and we'll just relax, OK?" he asked gently, and she nodded sadly, holding Andrew's hand and letting him lead her up the stairs to their shared bedroom. She stripped off her work clothes, bra and underwear, and Andrew went to their bathroom, turning on the water in the shower and getting it hot. He ushered her in, closing the door gently behind her, and then he headed to their room to grab her some fresh dry clothes. Andrew generally had trouble keeping his hands off Y/N, and he'd normally join her in the shower for a little bit of extra romance, but today, he knew she needed her space, so he left her in there to collect herself while he grabbed her clothes.

She emerged a few minutes later wrapped up in a fluffy towel, and Andrew carefully handed her his navy blue Notre Dame hoodie, her favorite article of clothing Andrew owned because he'd had it since he was 14 years old and it was soft and worn. It smelled like him too, and Y/N had told him often how comforted she always felt when she wore it. She pulled the hoodie on with fresh panties and then Andrew carefully helped her towel dry her hair, rummaging in her drawer to look for the fuzzy knee socks she always wore around the house. He handed them to her and she smiled a little at him, thinking of how well Andrew really knew her.