Good afternoon fiction readers! I have been desperately waiting for Sam and Andy honeymoon fanfics , so as I wait for yours, I will just share my vision of it. I would love to know what you think! And how about that finale?
I haven't written anything in quite some time, but in the wake of the sixth season finale (for Canadians) I've noticed that there seems to be fewer fics than before. It would be great if we could launch some more and get into it again, because I adore reading the rookie blue fiction you have to offer.
He watches as Andy frantically scrambles around her bedroom, peering over the rim of his reading glasses as she inspects two different bikini tops in front of her mirror and simply chucks both into her suitcase with a satisfied nod.
Sam smirks as she repeats the same method of "selection" until her suitcase is layered with an array of colourful swimwear. "You know we're only going to be there for a week, right?"
"You can never over pack bathing suits for the South", she turns back to face him excitedly with a grin.
Once things had started to fall into order with Marlo and the baby a few months after the wedding, a routine helped settle everything and everyone. Sam had his daughter every other week and during this time, Andy would help in any way she could. They were excited to eventually, sooner rather than later, start a family of their own.
The stability they were finally able to establish in their lives made for a great time to seek honeymoon hot spots for the newlyweds.
After several searches online, Sam and Andy agreed that in honour of what jerry wanted for his own wedding to her best friend, they would vacation in Dominican Republic. When Sam had shared his idea with Traci and Andy, they had both teared up at the wonderful gesture. Traci assured him that Jerry couldn't have wished for anything better for his best.
A few days later their plane tickets were booked for a week's stay in Punta Cana.
With just 4 days before their flight takes off, Sam continues to watch from the bed as Andy empties the contents of her drawers in search of her summer clothing.
"Shouldn't you be packing?"
"Got everything done yesterday, McNally", he grins as she gives him a skeptical look.
"Well I have trouble believing that you actually own a bathing suit".
"I'll have you know that I actually own a total of three, McNally", he holds up three fingers just to emphasize.
She climbs on her bed and crawls over to Sam, taking the book off his lap and setting it on the bedside table to scramble up to him. "You know, I'm technically not McNally anymore", she stares down at his lips until he cradles her head in his hands and gently lifts her eyes back to his. "You'll always be McNally to me, for better or for worse".
Andy lets herself fall languidly against his chest and places a gentle kiss on his lips before she hops off "now back to business!"
He tries to grab her hand but she scurries out of his reach "Andy, you practically fit half the content of your entire wardrobe in the suitcase, what more do you need?"
"Well if you must know, this will be my first time out of Canada and I just want to be prepared".
"Sweetheart, it'll be just you and me, and that's as perfect as I could ask for. Besides, the sun and good weather are just a little bonus", he adds sincerely, the look in his eye conveys just how serious he is.
"I think I might love you"
"That's great, McNally because I think I might too", he grins wide, he also love when they act silly, it's been happening a lot lately, this sort of post wedding bliss that's still going strong. Needless to say they both can't wait for the honeymoon.
Now that he has her attention, Sam thinks this is as good time as any to let her in on something he's been keeping from her, more specifically what's been worrying him about this getaway. "There's actually something I have to talk to you about".
He can tell that she doesn't like the sound of that, what with the frown that immediately adorns her face and the way her brows just slightly knit together. She drops whatever trinket she was holding into her suitcase and walks over to him. "What is it?"
"Come sit with me", he smiles reassuringly, although he feels a little nervous about the whole thing, "there's nothing to worry about sweetheart, I just want to tell you something".
She sits next to him, a little further away on the bed than he would like.
He clears his throat. Although he's practice this conversation many times in his mind, he still quite know how to start.
"Sam?"
And it's the sound of her voice that pushes him to take the plunge, after all there's no one in this world he trusts more.
"Remember how I react when I found out that Jerry's wedding was going to be out of the country?" He waits for her nod before he continues. "It's not because I prefer City Hall or that I'm opposed to marriage, not anymore at least" he winks at her, and she takes his hand in both her hers, "the truth is McNally I'm just not into the whole flying part of traveling, the idea if being in a plane actually scares the crap out of me".
"Oh Sam, why didn't you tell me?" She brings his hand up to her lips and place a soft kiss. "We don't even have to go there if you don't want to, I'd be happy with just staying here, with you, like you said that's all that matters".
He knows for one that she can't wait to visit somewhere new, especially somewhere tropical, warm. And he wants to this, for Jerry too. He even plans on packing his pocket watch.
"What is said McNally, about you making me a better man, is true. And I feel like I can do this with you, I want to try, with you by my side".
She gives a watery smile and he knows he did the right thing by telling her. She finally closes the distance left between them. He sighs when their lips meet, finally feels the weight lift off his shoulders. Andy moans when he brings her closer, kisses her properly and feels her tongue peek out.
"Besides", she grins, both feeling light from his admission, "if you do start to panic or something, we could just fill you up with Gravol or sleeping pills. Did you know that they also serve alcohol?"
He rolls his eyes, but can't wipe the smile off his face.
"I'm glad that you only have my well-being on your mind", he says sarcastically.
"My pleasure"
"Thanks for having my back, McNally and for understanding".
"For better or for worse right? Wouldn't have wanted you to miss out on the attire I bought for our honeymoon nights", she says in a teasing tone, but he knows she's dead serious.
"Is that so?" His voice drops an octave and he runs his warm palm up her thigh.
"Let's just say that suitcase isn't only filled with bathing suits, lacier articles could be in there somewhere".
"Now this I have to see".
She jumps back off the bed again and checks the content of her suitcase once more. She shuffles a few items around, muttering under her breath about not forgetting anything. With everything seemingly in place, she closes it up with a brilliant smile.
"I can't wait you know".
"That's makes two of us McNally".
Only a few more days.
So what do you think, shall I continue? If you have any ideas I would love to hear them!