Rhysand is busy.

Andy doesn't like it.

*

Andy hasn't even taken off all of her clothes. Incredulous, she smacks him on the shoulder with wide eyes. "Baby!"

"What?" Rhysand's eyes fly open. "Oh, sorry, sunshine. Go ahead."

Andy's jaw drops, blinking at him. "We're making out, and I'm in the middle of taking off my clothes, and you fall asleep?"

Her husband gives her a sheepish grin, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry?" he tries.

Andy rolls her eyes and puts on her shirt, moving off his lap.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Rhysand says, laughing, reaching for her. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was dozing off."

Andy yanks her arm away from his hold and glares at him. "Am I not doing a good enough job for you to not be dozing off? Way to tell me I'm boring, Rhysand, thank you."

"Andrea!" Rhysand shouts when she stands from the bed quickly before he can reach her, flushed red from embarrassment, and heads to the bathroom. "Andrea, don't be mad, c'mon, it's not that. You know it's not that."

Truthfully, even though she does, it hurts a little. Her pride has been stepped on.

What kind of husband falls asleep while they're in the middle of getting it on?

Great. Now she's not horny anymore. She's just mad.

Andy bends down and washes her face. "Yeah, okay."

"Sunshine," Rhysand whines, and his voice is closer, and he's standing behind her, hugging her to him, chest pressed to her back. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, kissing her head. "I really am. I was just exhausted from work and I...you know I'm always horny for you, I was hard, you know I was, but it just...took me over. I'm really sorry."

Andy glares at him in the mirror. "I was going to do all the work."

He smiles a little, mouth pressed to her temple. "I know, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Andy is so, so weak for him. Sighing, she turns around and frowns at him. "Make it up to me the next time and I'll forgive you," she mutters, sitting on top of the counter and wrapping her arms and legs around him. "But for now, what's going on with work?" she asks worriedly. "You've been coming home late, and you're always holed up in the studio."

Rhysand exhales heavily. "We're just chasing a deadline, baby. I'm fine."

Andy pouts at him. "You're not skipping meals or smoking, are you?"

Her husband shakes his head, finger moving to her face to brush her hair back to her ear. "No, I promise."

"Okay," Andy breathes, hugging him again. "Let's go to sleep, yeah?"

Rhysand clicks his tongue. "You sure?"

Andy hits him on the shoulder and hops down from the counter, jumping on their bed. "Yes. My horniness passed."

Rhysand laughs out loud.

*

It's been a week.

It's been a week without Rhysand making love to her and Andy is irritated.

While he was in a meeting a few days ago at home, focused on his laptop, Andy stood in front of him and flashed him. Rhysand gave her a look, turned off his camera and mic and pulled her in for a kiss. And then slapped her butt and said, "Put on your shirt, sunshine."

So that didn't do shit. "That looks good," she mutters, sighing, not even giving Sabina's latest outfit a second glance.

Beside her, MJ blinks. Sabina stomps her foot. "Andy! You're not being your usual hype self!"

"I'm sorry," Andy grumbles, running a hand through her face. "Sorry, Sab, I wasn't in the mood to shop."

MJ puts a hand around her shoulder and squeezes her. "You okay, bub? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she mumbles.

"Okay, you've been grumpy in our group chat this morning and since we picked you up," Sabina tells her, turning around. "Hold on, let me change and we'll fix it."

You can't, Andy wants to say. She fishes her phone out of her pocket and looks at her message window with her husband.

Rhysand's last text was sent an hour ago. Hi my sunshine, I'll be home by 10 I promise. I love you so so bad.

Andy sighs and pouts. Finally, she decides to reply. Okay. don't forget to eat and don't smoke. I love you. be safe see u tonight my love

It's not just the sex. Andy hasn't seen her husband much these past few days. When he comes home, she's asleep, and when she wakes up in the morning, he's already ready to leave.

Andy gets an idea. She'll wait for him tonight, and she'll wait in brand new lingerie.

Sabina and MJ help her shop, and they go out to dinner, and Andy comes home with a grin and with shopping bags she drags to their bedroom.

Andy doesn't have a lot of lingerie, and she doesn't usually put anything on for herself or for Rhysand, but he's been working so hard, and she needs his attention, so she's hopeful something can happen tonight.

But dear God. Andy blushes furiously putting it on.

It's black in delicate lace and sheer mesh with no back coverage, only a hook holding it all together. The plunge neckline and the underwear barely cover her skin.

But that's the point, isn't it? She bites her lip and pulls out her phone. It's thirty minutes to ten. I have a surprise for you at home :) You on the way?

Rhysand's chat bubbles appear. Sunshine, I'm so sorry.

Andy's heart sinks. She sits down on the bed and waits for his messages.

I have an emergency trip, we're boarding in thirty. I'm so sorry, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Andy tosses her phone on the bed and takes off the lingerie, swallowing thickly.

It's not the first time Rhysand is pulled into an emergency trip abroad, but it's the first time Andy feels crushed about it.

It's not his fault. It's not his goddamn fault, why is she upset?

Her phone goes off. Andy ignores it and heads to their closet, putting on one of Rhysand's shirt over her underwear, and crawls under the covers.

I'll eat on the plane and I'll call you when I land

Sunshine? I'm sorry :( Are you angry?

Andy just wanted to see him. She wipes her eyes with her thumb and calls him.

Rhysand picks up with one ring. "Baby."

"Hi," Andy whispers, curling in on herself. "You have a jacket? You get cold easily on planes."

"Yeah," Rhysand breathes. "Yeah, I had one in the office and I brought it."

Andy nods. "Okay. That's good."

He pauses, and then he asks quietly, "You okay, baby? What was the surprise?"

She smiles despite herself and shakes her head. "It was stupid."

"Nothing you can give as a surprise for me is stupid," Rhysand murmurs. "Come on, sunshine. You know that."

Andy feels stupid, anyway. "I miss you," she whispers. "It's stupid because I know it's not your fault, and you're working, but I really miss you."

"Baby," Rhysand mumbles. "I'm sorry, I know I've been busy. I miss you too. So much."

Andy whimpers and shuts her eyes. "I bought lingerie," she mutters miserably.

She hears his sharp intake of breath. "Really? You don't usually buy or wear those kinds of stuff."

"Exactly why it was a surprise," Andy mutters, tracing circles on the bed.

Rhysand sighs. "Damn it. Fucking hell."

It makes Andy smile. "I'll show you when you get home. Will you be able to sleep?"

"I'll try to," he whispers. "I'll do what Adrian said. I'll sleep on the couch if I really can't."

Andy bites her lip and nods. "Please be safe and take care, okay?"

"I'll hold you to that, sunshine. And I will," he promises softly. "After this, I'm all yours. Have you eaten dinner?"

"Yeah. You?"

"I'll eat on the plane," he says quietly. "Get some rest. Dean will be there in the morning to drive you to work."

Andy nods, swallowing thickly. "Okay, I love you so much. Please text me when you board and when you land. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you, sunshine. So much," Rhysand breathes.

Andy puts down the phone and hugs Rhysand's pillow, willing herself to sleep.

*

Andy wakes up in the middle of her nap the next day, and Rhysand's right beside her.

At first, she thought she was dreaming. But she pinches herself and slaps herself awake, and he's still there, sleeping so soundly, and Andy snatches her phone off the bedside.

Rhysand's consecutive messages were left unanswered:

Hi baby coming home now. what're you doing?

Elena said you just went up to nap after your visit at the shelter. you feeling okay, sunshine?

Okay, boarding now. I'll see you at home baby will be safe. Love you so much.

On my way to you :) <3

Andy puts her phone down and scoots closer to him. She traces the side of his face with her finger, chest feeling heavy, and then hugs him tight.

Andy feels like she's always surrounded in a lifetime supply of unconditional love when she's hugging Rhysand. She loves it, she loves her arms around him, his arms around her, loves his warmth and his scent and feeling his heartbeat. She always climbs on Rhysand's lap or jumps on him, wrapping herself around his body like a koala, and Andy feels so many things for so many people all the time and it can get overwhelming sometimes, and she's always trying to show her love, throwing it around for people to just accept it, and Rhysand always does. He always catches her when she leaps on him, always squeezes her to him, always fits his body to hers.

Sometimes, Andy can feel like she's a lot. She loves too much and too loud and too clumsily, like she doesn't have anything interesting to do but to love and love and love, but Rhysand never feels like it's too much, never complains, never gets tired. Always asks for more, always wants more.

Maybe that's why Andy misses him so much when he's busy.

Her eyelids are wet when she opens them, and her husband is awake.

"Hi," Rhysand rasps, confused she's crying, and he sits up, pulling her along with him. "Hey, sunshine, why're you sad?"

Andy climbs on his lap and hugs him, crying on his shoulder.

Rhysand's hands go to her back and he rubs her soothingly, pressing his lips to her hair. "Baby, s'okay, s'okay, I'm here. I missed you too, so much."

Andy clutches his shirt with her fingers and sobs, "Will you spend the weekend with me?"

"Yes," Rhysand answers quickly, nodding. "Yes, of course."

Andy sniffles and nods, pressing herself to him. "Okay. I love you. Thank you for loving me all the time."

Rhysand sighs and tightens his arms around her, kissing her temple. "Oh, baby. I'm the one who's fuckin' grateful."