*November 1980*
Holidays are here and (Y/N) and Andy want to rearrange the house.
Andy's POV:
Another holiday season is upon us. (Y/N) and I decided we needed to get the house ready and cleaned for the season.
"Darling where do you want the television put?" I asked (Y/N).
"A place where we can angle the furniture at," she replied laughing.
"Ok so maybe right here?" I said grunting while pushing the TV set.
"My strong husband looking sexy!" (Y/N) said joking.
"Yeah yeah and my sexy wife looking cute over there polishing the coffee table," I replied smirking.
"Oh stop it love. You are embarrassing me!" (Y/N) said coming over ande wrapping her arms around me.
"Well you know I don't lie," I told her giving a quick kiss
"We should finish the living room then go rearrange the bedroom too," she told me.
"Honestly, the furniture looks fine this way?" I asked her.
"Actually yeah kind of. The tree will go perfect right here," she said motioning by the stairs.
"Woah woah WOAH darling we can't put the tree up yet. Thanksgiving hasn't even happened," I told her laughing.
"I was just suggestinggggggggggg," she said shly.
"The day after Thanksgiving we can put up the tree," I reaassured her.
"Oh I was going to put it up with or without you," she said laughing.
"Not making a decision as a couple? Oh my heart," I said clutching my heart for dramatic effect.
"Knock it of darling. You are being so silly," she said as she came up to me trying to get my arms to wrap around her.
"Nope I'm hurt," I said pretending to faint and fall on the couch.
"Is this your way of getting out moving furniture?" she asked with a laugh.
"Maybe," I said laughing.
"Come on love, we need to finish our housework," she said pulling me by one arm irritated.
"Ok fine darling," I said as we went upstairs to move the bed and our dressers.
We both walk in and kinda of sigh. I never realized how big our bed was.
"Ok so our bed is pretty big. Why does it seem so small when we sleep in it?" she asked.
"Because it requires movement," I said laughing.
"The bed would fit by the window and your dresser would fit perfect where the bed is now," she suggested.
"True. But isn't it too far for you not to have your dresser?" I asked her.
"Kind of but let's see what it looks like," she told me.
We pushed the bed by the window then pushed the dresser in the old spot.
It actually didn't look too bad.
"Not too shabby my loving husband," (Y/N) said wrapping her arms around me.
"Thank you darling. I think a new look helps our environment," I told her.
"Yes for sure love. Now we need vaccuum and sweep. Do you think Sam will trip me again?" she said laughing.
"No I hope not darling. Let me go let him outside," I said going downstairs to let Sam out and grab the broom and vaccum.
I let Sam outside and realized it was raining.
"Darling. It's actually raining. Sam can't go outside." I yelled up the stairs.
"Well just bring the stuff upstairs and then you can take it back down if he wants to go up and down the stairs," she said laughing.
"Ok darling," I said grabbing the broom and vacuum.
I luckily had a meaner voice to tell Sam to stay out of my way.
I made it back up the stairs and handed (Y/N) the vacuum.
I took the broom and swept the bathroom and our floor. She vacuumed the big black rug we have in the bedroom.
"Looks so much cleaner in here," she told me.
"Yes it does darling. But, we need to dust," I said laughing.
"I guess so but I don't wanna get injuired again," she pleaded with me.
"I'll take down he stairs the broom and vaccuum. I'll bring back up the furniture polish," I told her sweetly.
"Did I ever tell you that you are the best husband ever?" she told me.
"Maybe but it makes me smile every time," I told her kissing her temple.
Moments like this make our marriage and our connection worth while.
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