Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Commitment (Fluff)

"Andrew, I'm here!" Y/N called out from the front doorway of Andrew's apartment. She let herself in with her spare key, setting her purse down on the entry table. She looked around, sighing a little at the mess Andrew had accumulated in the living room. She frowned, bustling around and starting to pick up some of the clutter as her ginger boyfriend walked down the stairs.

"Hey beautiful, what are you doing? You don't have to clean up my apartment, Y/N," he said with a smile, and Y/N rolled her eyes slightly. "I know but... I want it to look nice for you. And for me when I stay over too," she said softly, and Andrew shrugged. "You're sweet baby. You always take care of me. But you shouldn't feel like you have to do my chores," the redhead said nonchalantly, and Y/N couldn't help but feel annoyed at his lack of a domestic side.

She and Andrew had been together for years, ever since their last year of college. They'd moved to Los Angeles together from Illinois. Y/N had gone to Physical Therapy school while Andrew followed his dreams of working in editing and production, and their relationship was very solid. However, as they got closer to 30, Y/N found them wanting different things. As she matured, she found herself craving marriage and children, or at least some feeling that she was headed in the right direction. Andrew, on the other hand, was still very much an overgrown teenager. The entire time he'd worked for Shane, he'd lived off fast food and coffee, working all night and sleeping all day, neglecting his house, his family, his friends and his overall health. Y/N thought for sure once he had moved on from that environment and started working with Garrett, things would change. But they didn't. Andrew was still a 21 year old kid trapped in a 28 year old man's body.

He'd never specifically told Y/N he wasn't interested in commitment. He loved her more than anything, and if you'd asked Andrew, he'd have said that their monogamous and exclusive relationship was perfect. But Y/n wanted more. She wanted some sort of step that showed they were growing together, but so far, Andrew wasn't buying it. In the 7 years they'd been together, he'd never mentioned getting engaged. He'd never talked to Y/N about having a family. He'd never even asked her to live with him. And while Y/N had tried to gently broach the subject of commitment with her man, thus far he'd been pretty unwilling to go much further than telling her that he loved her and wanted to be with her. 

Y/N sat down on the couch, her face in an obvious frown, and Andrew sat next to her, slipping his long arm around her slight waist and pulling him into her. "What's the matter gorgeous?" he whispered to her softly and she shook her head. "Nothing, baby. Nothing's wrong. Let's just go to dinner, alright?" she asked, sighing. "Sure, yeah... that sounds good," Andrew answered, scratching his jaw as he knew something was wrong with his girl. He stood up, holding out his hand for her, and she grasped it in hers, letting him pull her up off the couch, and he led her to his black GMC Yukon to head to dinner with Andrew's friend Heath Hussar and Heath's girlfriend Mariah.

Andrew turned to Y/N while they were riding along down the 405 freeway. "Baby, um... what do you think if we go to Vegas with Heath, Matt and the girls?" he asked, and Y/N furrowed her brows. "When would it be?" she asked, and Andrew bit his lip. "I think Heath said the last week of next month," he said, and Y/N thought it over. "Well, I just got a save-the-date in the mail for Emily's wedding in Illinois," she said, referring to her college friend, and Andrew nodded. "Oh, OK, well... I'm sure we won't want to miss that. I'll start looking for flights for us to go home," he offered, and Y/N nodded vacantly.

"Yeah, I mean... I guess we can't miss it," she said wistfully, and Andrew looked at her with a strange expression on his handsome face. "You don't want to go? Emily is one of your close friends," he said, and Y/N scrunched up her face. "I know, but... every time we go home for a wedding, everyone just constantly asks me when we're going to..." she looked up at Andrew nervously, and he tilted his head. "What?" he asked, and she sighed again, pausing as she considered whether to continue, but she decided to go for it when Andrew raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, you know... everyone asks when we're going to get married, and we're not even engaged so it's kind of embarrassing," she said meekly.

Andrew rolled his eyes a bit. "Oh Y/N... don't worry about those people. I mean, we went to school in middle-of-nowhere Illinois. Things in California are different. People here don't get married right out of school. Don't let other people bug you," he said simply, shrugging a little, and Y/N groaned. "Well, I mean... I don't think it's that strange of a question Andrew. We've been together forever and I even followed you across the country," she said, obviously starting to get exasperated, and Andrew noticed.