Worse gets Better

After their wedding, Steve and Millie took Andy and Lucy back to Millie’s, having to stop the car twice for Andy to hang out the door.

“I am so sorry Lucy, so sorry.” Millie had given him a baby wipe to clean his face with.

“At least you made it through the wedding, I’ll try and do something for you when we get to Millie’s.”

“You know I don’t drink much but last night I didn’t quit, Jeff and Stevo had to carry me to the car.”

“I really don’t want all the details Andy. I’ve got the results to deal with today.”

“You’re mad at me?”

“No, sweetheart, not mad…not really mad.”

“You’re mad.” Andy stared at the back of Steve’s head.

Once at Millie’s Boarding House, Lucy took Andy back to the kitchen and found something in the medicine chest to settle his stomach and stop his head from pounding.

“You’ll feel better in a little while luv.” She moved between his legs as he sat on a kitchen stool. “I love you Andy.”

“I love you too Lucy, did we say better or worse? Anyway it can only get better, I’m the worst.”

Lucy smiled, “you are aren’t you.” And kissed him.

“If you’re going to start sucking face you’d better get a room upstairs,” March smiled moving around them. “Congrats Andy and Lucy.”

“How’s the buffet coming?” Andy turned and asked.

“It’s coming and it’s not your concern today you are not working so get out of my kitchen.”

“Ooh it’s his kitchen today, come on Lucy let March have it; we can go in the bar and wait for dinner.”

“You’re kidding I hope?”

“They do serve water and I think I could drink a gallon.”