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3rd Person P.O.V
"Daddy?"says a young voice.
"Yea bud?"replies his father.
"Is Andy gonna be my mommy?"asks Micheal.
"Yea, she just doesn't know it yet,"explained Tate to his son.
Andromeda P.O.V
I wake up to the sound of rain hitting against my window. I leave my bed and open my curtains and sure enough grey skies and rain. It's a little chilly in my room so I grab a sweater and head down to the kitchen. I smell pancakes and I expect Em to be by the stove but it's Tate.
"Hey," I call out to him in my raspy morning voice.
"Hey, uh I hope you don't mind, Micheal and I came by about half an hour ago. I was gonna work in the garden but, well the weather and all. Then I heard this little guy's stomach growling so I thought to make breakfast. Is that okay?" he says, rambling and giving me that look of his.
"I don't mind one bit, after all can't deprive him of his food right?" I reply.
"Look at him, completely ravenous," he chuckles, we both look at Micheal to see him asleep on the counter.
"I'll go put him in my bed, that okay?" I ask him.
" 'Course it is," he turns back to is pancakes.
I pick Micheal up with a little struggle, it takes a while but we make it there. I take his shoes off and tuck him under the covers and give him an extra blanket. I give him a kiss on the forehead and smile when I see him snuggle into my pillow.
"You're good with him," I jump and see Tate leaning against the doorway.
"He's a little angel," I say and look at said angel.
"Yea," he sighs.
"Do you know were Em went?" I ask.
"Job interview I believe she said," he answers.
"Where's his mother?" I blurt out.
He pauses, something flashes in his eyes, an old memory maybe,"She died."
"I'm sorry for bringing it up," I apologize.
"It's fine, I didn't love her or anything, it just sucks that Micheal doesn't have that mother figure around," he explains.
"He has Constance," I offer as some sort of solstice.
"She was never a good mother," he mutters darkly.
I brush off that comment,"Well you have me if you need anything, like a night off or something."
"That means a lot, he really does like you," Tate says and sits on my carpet.
"I also like him, his dad too," I blush can't believing I said that.
He smirks and gives me that look,"I like you too."
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Then the power goes out.
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"Probably from the storm," Tate says standing in front of the basement door.
"What are you gonna do?" I ask with a newly woken up Micheal holding onto my leg.
"Gonna check the box, pretty much all I can do," he sighs and opens the door. Before he goes down Tate turns back and says, "Micheal stay close to Andy and help her look for some candles."
"Thought you were gonna check the box?" I wonder.
"Doesn't mean it'll work," he mutters then heads down to the basement.
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A/N: Another chapter in one day!?!?!?!?! On a roll. This one is shorter then the last but I just had to get more Tandy up in here. What do you think? Tandy? Tate+Andy? Lemme know and comments below.
