By the middle of the day we were spent for the time being and Andy made good on making me food. The best d'amn lasagna I had ever eaten in my life.
He was the total package. He cooked like a professional chef.
I ate almost four servings making me feel like a pig. He laughed at me from across the table and I blushed. "I'm so glad you like it baby. I think I overworked you. You haven't eaten all last night or all day today. I'm sorry..."
"I'm not..." I whispered in between bites.
He leaned in closer putting down his fork. "Neither am I, really. As long as I take care of you afterwards that's all that matters."
I couldn't help but giggle. "So what happens now?" I knew I had to ask. The question had been floating around in the back of my mind since this all began.
Andy's smile fell and
