*March 1980*
(Y/N) has a encounter with a issue after running from Andy while horsing around.
Andy's POV:
Today me and (Y/N) were just going to stay home and start some spring cleaning. We started cleaning out unnecessary junk in our house.
Sam was wandering up and down the stairs keeping busy.
He had his favorite squeaky toy with him. He planted himself at the bottom of the stairs keeping an eye out on me and (Y/N).
I decided to put in storage some older clothes from the beginning of my career. Who knows if I'll become famous and create museum one day based on me.
(Y/N) was busy lost in her closet reorganize her newly bought clothes for her upcoming appearances. She was well swinging into the 80s.
I decided to start the laundry of clothes to help (Y/N).
I went upstairs and took our laundry basket to our washroom to get the load going. (Y/N) was busy cleaning our bathroom and didn't even hear me sneak by.
Sam was walking with me back and forth from the rooms. He was very protective of me and (Y/N).
I let him outside for a bit while I hung some laundry out to dry on our clothesline.
I came back inside to find (Y/N) dragging a big box of clothes down the stairs.
"Darling, do you need help?" I asked her.
"Um you know what yes please," (Y/N) said laughing.
"See being defiant isn't always good," I said smirking at her.
"Thanks love," she said following me down the stairs holding onto the box for dear life.
"This box is for storage or donation?" I asked her.
"Donation. It's clothes I don't fit in anymore or out of style," she said going back up the stairs.
I put my box of donation clothes next to hers and continued with the hanging of the rest of the laundry.
I went and warmed up some lunch in the oven while we continued our cleaning.
(Y/N) took the broom and pan, and mop upstairs while I vacuumed downstairs.
Sam's hair did get everywhere so we had to clean basically every other day.
I went upstairs to see how far (Y/N) was with her side of the room. She was comfortable sitting on the bed catching her breath.
"I'm exhausted love," (Y/N) said fixing her hair in a ponytail.
I came up behind her in the mirror, tracing my fingers up and down on her sides.
"Stop that Andy," she said fidgeting.
"Are you sure?" I asked her smirking.
"Yes stop it!" (Y/N) said making a dash for it.
She ran towards the stairs and Sam cut her off.
Next thing I knew I heard a thud and a loud "Ouch what the," coming from the staircase.
"Darling are you ok?" I asked rushing to her side.
"Yes ouch no I'm not," she said wincing in pain.
"Do you think you broke your ankle?" I asked examining it.
"I don't know love. I've never broken anything before," she said with tears coming down her face.
"Let's take you to the doctor ok?" I said picking her up.
"Ouch ok love," she said while wiping her tears away.
This was not something I was expecting to happen.
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