Suprise ::Vazzy//Andy::

[andy]

Walking The Dogs

It was six AM. Every morning he woke up at the same time to run his dogs. The puppies were getting very good at staying on their leash. Andy ran into the middle of the park and a few more paces before he finally had to stop and take a breath, or colapse.

This schedual was killing him. Up by five, run with his dogs, be back home by six thrity to be at work by seven. Then he either went hunting with Aspen or they had sex till one. Not that he minded the sex or anything... just the way it felt at work.

Andy wasn't happy being a fuck buddy. He wanted a real relationship. Something tangible like he had with Sophie ((the human... not the dog)) or Vazzy before she disapeered on him. His dogs came up and began whining.

"Nah, I think we're gonna walk home guys... I might even call in 'sick'" Andy did not feel like heading into work again. They'd had sex the night before again... and it would be ackward at work. Andy sighed and was about to start walking again... when he saw bright blonde hair. I know that hair...

[vazzy]

This is what I call life.

Rough night was not even what could describe last night. She was picked up by another creep, he paid her cheaply, and well then he threw her out of his car. Back at the park. The park she left her son at for hours on end at night. This is what she called life. If that's what this was. She laid on the hard bench her 2 year old son curled up in her arms asleep.

She was sober for two whole weeks, and she could already feel the desperation rising in her throat for just a taste. A taste she was determined not to have. She needed help. Help with her drinking, help with her son....help with her life. Everything was thrown out the window the day she ran away from Andy.

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done, and she lived it down to this very day. Every night she still dreamed about how his hand had fit perfectly in her's, and how they meshed completely. It was love, but she was scared. Pregnancy was something no guy wanted to deal with. She shook the thought trying to figure out what she was going to do for food today.

She hadn't eaten in 3 days. Though she made sure Marx did. He ate three meals a day no matter what the cost. All her belongings were in her purse and all of Marxy's were in his small back pack. This was no life for a child and she needed a home. Marx needed a home.

Marx rolled gently into her chest and she sat up fixing him softly onto her lap his head resting on her chest. He fell back asleep as if he hadn't moved a bit. She smiled softly. He was a heavy sleeper just like his mom. She ran a hand through his hair, and kissed his forehead.

She was still in the same clothes she had worn last night. She needed new clothes and to wash the old ones. Shaking all the stressful thoughts, she rocked back and forth. "I love you baby boy..." Was all she could say as she closed her eyes as the tears formed in her eyes.

She wanted her baby to have a better life, where was God when she needed him....

[andy]

Andy saw the blonde hair rise and begin rocking. Then he heard a voice. That's Vazzy.... Andy took a step toward her and reached out a hand... and the leashes fell.... His dogs were on the loose.

"Kia, Alaska, JEAN!" he called out running after them. Damn those dogs! He thought. Her words echoed in his head. "I love you baby boy...." She has a son? Andy's heart fell. Why was she sleeping on a bench? Whose child was it?

Andy had to stop running. He bent over and panted hard. "Kia, Alaska, Jean, COME!" They finally obeyed and whined at his feet, licking his hands.Andy looked over his shoulder but couldn't see the bench anymore. I hope she didn't leave.

"Vazzy?" He called out tentatively. If that is her... what would I say to her? What has been going on in her life? Andy coughed and tried again alittle louder. "Vazzy?" Andy picked up the leashes and began walking in what he thought was the direction of the bench.

Finally it came in sight. "Vazzy... is that you?" Andy's heart fell.

[vazzy]

She saw the dogs before she heard her name being called. Looking up her eyes landed on the person walking towards her whose voice was calling out to her. She swallowed hard as she saw the face. Her heart broke right then and there into a millon little peices. What was she supposed to do....What was she supposed to say?

Would he ask about Marx? Would he ever care? Oh how she had missed that voice. She finally opened her mouth thinking of the only thing the old snarky Vazzy would have said. "The one and only." She said with a bite. The sarcastic Vazzy was all Andy ever knew. Well besides the caring one, oh and the sexual one. He would see the kid and run...She would bet five dollars on it....if she had that much.

Glancing at Andy, who was still walking up to him she saw the three dogs. A smile climbed across her face. "Well looks like you have your hands full..." Her tone was soft, but her voice was low. She was nervous and scared. She wanted to disappear like she had before...just run off and not have to deal with this...but she knew the day would come when she would have to face this.

She cleared her throat. "Okay i'm going to cut the crap..." She paused. "It's been to long...Andy." His name roling off her tounge felt so right. It was true it had been too long. Almost three years or so. She was alone, and sad. Would he risk being her knight in shining armour once again? Or would he simply walk away?

[andy]

Oh God, Andy just wanted to run to her and throw his arms around her. It was one of the few times he wanted to cry. Where had she been for the past two years? Why did she leave him? His feet were glued to the ground though.

"It's been to long... Andy." Finally a tear did roll down his cheek and he couldn't help but walk to her and sit down. Andy paused long enough to make his dogs sit and stay then he hugged her.

"Far to long." he whispered. What had she done to herself? She looked like she hadn't eaten but had been over.... over what? Sexed? God he prayed she wasn't selling herself. Andy let go of her and looked at the child in her arms. "Whose--" The baby opened his eyes.... Andy's eyes. "You didn't..." Andy's eyes snapped up at Vazzy's. THIS isn't why she left me, right?!

Andy didn't know how to react. He loved that woman so much... but she just left him... And now he sees her with a child that was about two years old... and had his eyes. She was probably the dumbest girl he knew...

[vazzy]

He hugged her, and all her fears and sadness melted away. She hugged back as hard as she could with a two year old in her lap. Then Marx wiggled a tad and opened his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as Andy saw the resemblance in the eyes. She began to tear up. She couldn't keep her composure as he calculated in his head....he had figured it out.

His gaze was in her's and all she could do was cry. "He's..." She stuttered a tad. "He's yours." hearing herself say that she instantly felt sick. Her head started to spin. She was so hungry and weak she couldn't take the tears. "I know Andy... I should have told you...and everyday I play over and over in my head of what could of happen, but I just couldn't do it back then..." She paused sobbing a tad.

"I couldn't take the rejection I would have gotten...you weren't ready for a kid, and I was just some low life alcoholic druggie bitch.." She had raised her voice a tad, but remembering Marx in her arms she lowered it instantly. "His name is Marx." She said softly. "Andy...please don't hate me." She prayed that that was the last thing on earth that he would do.

Vazzy could live with him walking away, cussing her out, even beating the shit out of her, but him hating her would be like her life ending. She took a deep breath. "Andy I've done some bad things...and Marx doesn't deserve a life like this..." She sobbed. She was a prostitute for heavens sake. "J'ai besoin de votre amour." ((I need your love)). She looked up tears blurring her vision.

[andy]

She was rambling. "I couldn't take the rejection I would have gotten... You weren't ready for a kid, and I was just some low life alcoholic druggie bitch.." She paused. "His name is Marx. Andy... Please don't hate me."

She began to cry. Andy was still trying to take it all in. He had lost her once, met a girl, lost her, saved her she had gotten pregnant and didn't even tell him but just ran away. What was he soposed to think? "Andy... I've done some bad things, and Marx doesn't deserve a life like this. J'ai besoin de votre amour."

"Vous avez toujours eu." ((you have always had it.)) He said quietly. "Who says I wasn't ready to have a kid? You never even asked me Vazzy... You just left me again." This was more talking then he liked to do... but Vazzy had always been able to make him talk alot.

How much leaving could he endure? Would she do it again. Andy looked over at her. She looked like she hadn't showered in a week. "You need a shower and some food. Come on. Andy stood up and held his hand out to her. "I need to meet my son."

[vazzy]

Her tears fell, but she smiled as he replied to her in French. Her skilled crawled with his words and she wanted to kiss him, but that was for another time. He was right she did need food, and clothes. She situated Marx in her arms and she stood up grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She looked up at Andy with apologetic eyes.

"Thank you." Was all she could manage to say. She took his hand and was thankful. She was a whore, a mother, and a bitch...but he still loved her. She could feel it even in the hug from earlier, and he wanted to get ot know Marx. He wanted to be the father. He wanted her....

But would he still want her after he found out what she had to do to get money. She shuddered slightly. She really did need a shower. She was covered in sweat...that wasn't hers. She sniffled softly. "Are we going to your house?" She asked trying to straighten up and be normal maybe even happy.

[andy]

"Thank you." She said. "Are we going to you're house?" She seemed nervous.

"Yeah. I've got to take my dogs home, anyway." Andy looked over at her. He sighed then hooked an arm around her shoulder. She was skin and bones. "How long has it been since you've eaten anything decent?" Her clothes were worse though. The only thing that looked like it could keep her remotely warm was her jacket.

[vazzy]

Marx squirmed in her arms. She shook her head sighing and fixing him onto her hip. The way Andy's arm slipped around her shoulder just felt so right. Her feelings of confusion and sadness dissapated for a moment. He asked her when the last time she had eaten a decent meal, and she began to shake with nerves.

Looking up into his eyes her own filled with sadness, and the weakness of not eating. "Andy I haven't eaten in a while..." She admitted barely audible. "But Marx has..." She looked down at her son whom looked as helathy as any other toddler in New York.

Studying his face she noticed all the difference that grew with the time that she had been this close to him. Sadness sunk into her mind. She should have never left him. He didn't deserve it, and he didn't deserve for her to just show up in his life again...

Speaking in the language of love once again she felt tears form in her eyes. "Tu me manques." ((You I'm lacking, or I've missed you.)) Immeadiately the tears that were formed in her eyes fell down her cheek. Her was a good guy, he didn't deserve the hurt that she caused him.

Marx began to giggle as he tried to reach for the peircings in Andy's lip. "Ring...Ring." The small toddler squealed out as Vazzy laughed softly at her son's hyperness. "No Marxy baby you can't pull on those.." Easily trying to lighten the mood she joked. "Are you sure you want to get to know this little firecracker?" She asked playfully.

As if he was on a clock schedule Marx began squirming and whining once again as he tried to reach for Andy. "Marx Alexander...." She said in the motherly tone. Instantly, Marx stopped, calming to just reaching for Andy. "Da-da..."

Vazzy's eyes widened as she awaited Andy's reaction...

[andy]

"I missed you too." He said, trying to keep an eye on his dogs. "How long is a while?" he asked but she never answered. Instead Marx began reaching for his lip ring.

"Ring Ring!" He shouted. Andy smiled and laughed.

"No Marxy baby, you can't pull on those. Are you really sure you want to get to know this little fire cracker." Andy looked down at him.

"Of corse I do, he is my son. I don't want him to grow up like Terry and I did." Marx had stopped reaching and instead pointed at him.

"Da da." Marx said. Andy's eyes got wide.

"Smart kid." Just then they reached the door to Andy's apartment building. Andy took out his keys and opened the door, holding it open for Vazzy and Marx. His dogs sat and waited paitently then went in when he told them. Andy followed them. "To the elevator."

When they got up to his floor he walked to his apartment and opened up the door. "It's a mess... Jean chews everything." He warned.

[vazzy]

She walked silently along side him as Marx began to struggle more. Eventually he fell tired by the time they got to the elevator. He closed his groggy eyes. She took a small relaxing breath. Maybe he would sleep for more than an hour. Standing in the elevator all she could do was stare at him silence. Why....Why did she have to leave him? She scarred him...now he would never love her.

They made it to the door and she walked in hesistantly. Her breath caught in her throat. This was the first time in a while since she had been in an apartement to just hang....instead of work. Taking a small breath she looked around cautiously. "Where can I lay him down? He's pretty tired." She said as she turned to face Andy. She looked down at the silent and sleeping Marx.

There wasn't much of a mess. Just a few tad peices of stuff here and there. Plus the little puppy was as cute as a button so it was hard to believe that she chewed up everything. Looking up at the sound of Andy's voice she slowly let her eyes trail to his face. She gulped. 'The couch is fine.' He said. She nodded.

Vazzy walked over to the couch and gently sat Marx down so he could sleep. She turned to Andy now. Now she could actually talk to him. She shed her jacket using it as a blanket for Marx. She tucked him in softly. She turned back to Andy. "So shower first? I'm sure you don't want to talk to a stinky person..." She said with a small smirk. She didn't want this to be awkward. She wanted him to love her again.

She wanted everything to be right again. "And I know this sounds kind of needy...." She paused raising her shirt off of her body. Her arms raising above her head showing just how much her ribs stuck out. Her navel peircing dangled in the light. "But I need to wash these clothes too..." She said softly. Next thing she shed were her pants. She shimmied out of them stepping out of the legs. She held her clothes in her hands.

Then she noticed how awkward it was for him. She shrugged it off. Oh well....since when did she care if she embarassed anyone. No one seemed to care what she did anymore. She was unimportant. Andy was probably going to feed her, bathe her, and clean her clothes. Then would find out what she did,and kick her to the curb. He would probably never talk to her again. But she prayed he wasn't like the others.....

[andy]

It had been a while since he'd seen her body... however the last time he saw her she wasn't NEARLY as skinny. Ribs stuck out and her cheeks were hollow. Andy gulped. "While you shower i'll make you guys something to eat." Andy walked over to her and kissed her cheek gently. "It's good to have you back."

Andy walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and one of his shirts. "Here take these, i'll wash your clothes." Andy walked over to his small kitchen and opened the refridgorator ((sp?)) looking for something decent to eat. All he had was some who-knows-how-old chinese food, and a pack of hot dogs. If i have hot dogs that means I have macoronii somewhere. He thought, quickly moving to the pantry and digging through cereal boxes.

Like his sister, Andy could hardly cook... but he was able to cook macoronii-and-cheese and he could microwave hotdogs. Andy grabbed the box and began making the food. At some point the smell woke Marx who got off the couch and pulled Andy's pants.

"Hai!" he said with a smile. Andy smiled back. He has my eyes and my mouth. Andy thought.

"Hello Marx. Want a taste?" Marx nodded and Andy grabbed a fork and stabbed some macoronii then handed it to him. Marx took a bite.

"YUMMY!" He yelled. Andy laughed.

"Don't tell mommy that it's the only thing I can cook. Okay? It'll be our little secret?" Marx nodded.

"Ywes ouw wittwle seek-wet" Marx put his finger in the "shush" position and giggled.

[vazzy]

----Skip Ahead----

Vazzy slipped into the clothes that Andy picked out for her. She wore nothing underneath because her bras and underwear were still very dirty. Walking back into the living she found a sleeping Marx on the couch with cheese all around his mouth. Grinning she took the towel off her head and wiped his face. Kissing his forehead she stood up.

Hearing Andy messing around in the kitchen she walked into the kitchen. Smiling she watched as he did something with the pot of macaronii. "You're such a chef." She giggled softly. next thing she knew she was standing right next to him. "Andy..." She couldn't even finish the thought. Just being this close to him and seeing his face she couldn't control herself.

Placing both her hands on each side of his face she pulled his face down to hers. Pressing her lips to his she kissed him passionately. At first she was hesitant about it, but by the time she got started she couldn't stopped. She had been longing for him since she saw his face in the park. She missed this....she missed him. Maybe....just maybe they could actually be a family.