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„Either I'm a terrible aunt, or a lousy girlfriend.“, I said, looking at his stunning blue eyes. „And I'm sorry that I picked the latter today.“

He snickered and finally stepped in my flat, wrapping his arms quickly around my waist and strongly pulling me towards him, while his soft lips met mine.

Good, he wasn't mad.

„It's alright, babe.“, he was smiling when we pulled out of the kiss, his forehead now resting on mine.

„It's just that my brother has an emergency at work and he can't leave his 6-year old son alone at home.“, I was looking at him apologetically, but fortunately, he wasn't frowning. „So, he called me and asked if I could take care of him.“

„Hey...“, Andy pecked me on the nose, chuckling still. His hands moved from my sides to my arms, taking both of my hands in his and squeezing them mildly. „I already told you, it's fine.“

I finally smiled too and kissed him. My hands were around him, resting on the back of his neck, while he embraced me once again. This kiss took a bit more time, both of us enjoying every moment we have together after not seeing each other for a couple of days. When we pulled apart, I noticed the front doors were still wide open so I closed them, meanwhile Andy settled on the couch.

„Besides...“, he spoke again, smirking while looking at me up and down as I went over to him. „I have to appear like a good guy in front of your family. I'll help you take care of the little one.“

I laughed, sitting beside him. „Well, I should probably warn you that my brother will most definitely glare at you. But, you don't need to worry about that.“

He was already frowning and that adorable face expression of his always managed to make me laugh.

Continuing with my explanation, he kept getting closer to me, his arms wrapping around my waist again. „But, on the bright side, at least 6-year olds are not hard to amaze.“

„And I'm really good with kids.“, he gave me that handsome half-smile, while making me almost lay down on the couch completely as he went slowly on top of me.

„Really?“ I asked as we were settling down, his body on top of mine. „How so?“

„I'm good at everything.“, he stated reassuringly with that damn smirk of his and I melted under his touch, laughing slightly at his comment.

I sunk into the kiss, both of us holding each other like our lives depended on it. Our time when we're together and alone keeps getting smaller and harder to find because of or busy lifestyles, so these little moments were precious to us. Just because they were rare, we learned how to appreciate them fully, since in most cases something or someone-

The doorbell rang, completely startling me, while it only made Andy sigh.

Yes, exactly that.

Something or someone always interrupts us.

„That's them!“ I jumped up slightly, standing up in a second and making Andy groan. As I walked towards the doors he followed right behind me, but I could sense he wasn't feeling very confident about this anymore.

It felt like the same second I opened the door, I was engulfed in a tight hug by my big brother. „Thank you! You're a lifesaver!“

I was chuckling as he pulled away. „I know, I'm fantastic.“

I looked down to see Aaron, staring back at me with his cute, brown eyes, the same my brother has. He was clutching his stuffed teddy bear, smiling at me.

„Auntie!“ he yelled happily and I quickly hugged him too, laughing at his excitment.

I took him in my arms, since he was still small enough to carry around, altough he wasn't a baby anymore either. As I turned my attention back at my brother, I could see that the contentment from his face faded as he studied Andy, who was now standing beside me.

„This is Gregory, my brother.“, I turned to Andy while I spoke and then back at my brother. „Greg, this is Andy.“

They shook hands, Andy trying his best to smile and look polite as Greg just kept glaring at him, like I said he would. Greg's assumptions were based solely on what he saw in the newspapers about Andy, which means most of the things he read aren't true. Sure, he was a badass looking rockstar that smoked and got tattoos simply because it was fun, but that doesn't mean he's a lousy person. Quite the opposite, Andy was really sweet, responsible and nice. He just didn't stand anyone's bad attitude and treated people how they treated him. And that's one of the main reasons I love his personality.

Greg will eventually see that too, I knew that.

„I have to go.“, Greg said almost through clenched teeth and I nodded.

I walked with him outside in the hall in awkward silence as Aaron waved at his dad. Greg pecked him on the cheek, smiling at him and then said his goodbye. Before he left, he turned to me with a more stern look.

„We'll talk later, alright?“ his voice was serious.

I rolled my eyes, already knowing what he wants to talk about. „Just go, grumpy.“

Then, he glared at me too, but I didn't gave him the time to talk further, because I had already turned around and went back to my flat. Andy was still waiting on the same spot as a minute ago, his eyes following me as I carried Aaron and let him close the doors while I held him in my arms. He chuckled as the doors closed with a loud thump and I smiled at him. He was so sweet sometimes that I didn't worry about having kids on my own, because all the dirty diapers in the world don't really matter when you see your little one smile at you so brightly or laugh loudly.

„I want you to meet someone.“ I said to the little boy and he raised his teddy bear in a thrill. „Do you want to?“

„Yes!“ he shouted joyfully, in that tender tone all kids shout in.

„Alright.“, I set him down in the floor and Andy squatted down, still not saying a word, but smiling.

„This is Andy.“, I pointed at the tall man, all dressed in black, with a mild expression and a grin plastered on his face.

„Hi, Andy.“, the little man greeted timidly and took Andy's outstretched hand.

„Hello.“, Andy's smile grew even bigger and I simply couldn't decide which one of these two looked more heart-melting in that moment.

„I'm Aaron.“, he said a bit more bravely, since he saw that the tall man wasn't so scary.

Aaron looked up at me, his head fully turned upwards in a cute manner. „Is he your boyfriend?“

„Yes, he is.“, I nodded, chuckling at Andy, who was laughing whole-heartedly.

Aaron snickered while looking from me to Andy, both of us laughing now.

„Alright, let's go do something, shall we?“ I asked Aaron as Andy stood up.

„We could play a game... Or watch a movie.“, I started to think at loud and walk towards the living room, Andy walking first. But then, Aaron tugged on my leg.

„Auntie...“, he whispered and I bent down so I could hear what he has to say.

„Why does Andy have drawings on his arms and neck?“ he asked, blinking in confusion.

I laughed again, taking his arm to lead him to the living room area. „Why don't you ask him yourself?“

Andy was grinning, obviously because he heard Aaron's question already. Nevertheless, he waited for the boy to come over to him and they sat down on the couch, Aaron trying to form a question while he held his teddy bear tight. Andy was really patient with him, while Aaron pointed at his arms and at his tattoos, asking something for some of them. I leaned on the door frame and listened to Andy trying to explain how he got so many of these drawings and why did he like them so much.

Half an hour later, we weren't playing games or wathing movies. Instead, Aaron and Andy were settled in the middle of the living room, on the floor, surrounded by what appeared to be dozens of markers and colouring books I bought especially for occasions like this one, when Aaron comes to visit me. But, Aaron wasn't interested in colouring the paper. He was more keen on filling out all the blank spaces Andy had between his tattoos, altough there wasn't many.

Even his black and white tattoos were multicoloured now.

I was sitting on the couch, chuckling at the sight in front of me.

„You do know these are permanent markers, right?“ I asked, smiling widely.

Andy just raised his head up and looked up at me in horror. Aaron wasn't bothered at all, he just kept on colouring like he was doing until now, turning Andy's tattoos into a rainbow-like sketches.

I laughed at Andy, who shook his head and then shrugged, laughing along.

„Can't be more permanent than the tattoos.“

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