Andrew was appalled to say the least. You’d think he’d be so worked up over something major. But, no. He was agitated that he’d started to grow a little tummy.

Clearly he thought he’d be keeping that lanky torso forever. However, he was obviously sorely mistaken.

But despite his obvious hatred for this newfound feature, you seemed to absolutely love it, taking every opportunity to poke and prod at it. And, my god, did Andrew despise it.

One of those opportunities came when you’d found him in the kitchen making his morning coffee. It was one of those rare moments where he actually didn’t have a shirt on. So, of course you were going to take advantage of that.

As soon as Andrew felt your hands snake around his waist to grab at his little pudge, he lightly swatted your hands away, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Oi, quit doin’ that, would ya?”