This chapter is rlly short, apologies. It's surprisingly hard to put my mind back into these characters after writing my novel for so long. I sent it a an agency today, wish me luck! Will be sending to a more soon.

Next chapter will be longer, just needed to get back into the story.

Andy is pleased beyond words as he watches the men, including Kol, leave in a taxi. He waves and smiles and then as soon as they've turned the corner, his mind switches to how he's going to fix things with Remington. He goes back inside the house and falls onto the couch with a sigh, hardly able to lie there for five minutes because someone knocks on the front door. Groaning, Andy gets up, opening the door and looking at the two people in slight surprise.

"Go on," Abigail encourages, gently pushing Remington towards the man.

The boy looks at her. "It won't work," he insists.

"Yes it will. Andy, hug your husband."

Andy looks from Abigail to Remington. "Only if he wants a hug," he says.

"Told you he doesn't want to touch me."

Abigail gives Andy a mildly desperate look. "Hug your husband," she says again.

"He won't do it," Remington mumbles, turning to walk away. Andy grabs his wrist and pulls him into the house.

"Thank you," he says to Abigail, who nods, and then he closes the door and looks at Remington, standing there all glum. "Right, you," he starts, "come here. Give me a cuddle."

"But-"

"I'm not ashamed of you, you beautiful, silly sweetheart. Kol pushed my buttons, I was trying to push his back. He assumed I had a wife and I just wanted to mess with him."

Remington looks at him.

"Because you were right, alright? Seeing my band with some other, cocky singer is upsetting."

"But-"

"You know I love you. Isn't that obvious by now? Hell, I'll get down on one knee and propose all over again if that helps."

The boy is quiet.

Andy sighs. He takes Remington's hand, sliding his ring off and kneeling down.

"Andy-"

"You don't think I want you anymore? This is how much I want you." He holds the ring up. "Marry me?"

Remington looks away with an emerging smile.

"Be my bed friend? My silver locket? The love to my heart? The x to my y? The petrol to my car? The chemical to my romance? The doctor to my man? My bath buddy? The laugh to my joke? The words to my song? The-"

"Fuck, are you gonna keep going 'til I say something?" Asks the younger.

"The apple to my core? The ink to my paper? The cock to-"

"I'll say no if you finish that sentence."

"I was gonna say spaniel."

Remington snorts. "Okay, fine. Yes. I'll be the cock to your mouth. Put my ring on now."

Andy rolls his eyes. "I was gonna say spaniel," he repeats.

"Yeah, sure." He watches his husband slide the ring back onto his finger. "You're an idiot," he then says, "but point proven. I love you back."

"I know I am."

"Y'know, if I actually could be the cock to your mouth, that'd really make me feel a lot more wanted."

Andy chuckles and begins up the stairs. "C'mon then, kitten. We've got a week to make up for."