Andy's POV

The next morning

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I got out of bed and got dressed. I cleaned up Matt's mess from last night and left him a glass of water and two Advil on the coffee table for him. I also covered him up with a blanket so he could stay warm.

I'm completly done with his shit but I have to deal with it.

I fed our chocolate lab, pitbull mix, Sammi and let her outside.

I then got a NOS out of the fridge and sipped it.

Soon I heard Matt groaning.

"What the hell happened last night? Why am I on the couch?" He asked.

"You stumbled in at three o'clock in the morning, you got shitfaced, and you let some whore kiss you and give you hickies. You said it was no biggie, we fought, yet again, and I made you sleep on the couch. Consider yourself lucky that I haven't left yet, that I gave you Advil and I covered you up with a blanket" I said.

"Babe, I'm sorry. If I were sober, I wouldn't have kissed her" he said.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Matt, drunk or not, you still did it. And I have to deal with you, I can't leave you because you won't let us get divorced" I said.

"I understand. Can we please try to work things out before Ryan is born? Maybe we'll quit fighting before he's born, if not, we can get divorced. Do we have a deal?" He asked.

"I guess. I might go see Ricky and Topanga today" I said.

"I don't think you should" he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because he's nothing but trouble, I don't want you cheating on me, although I deserve it" he said.

"You think I'd cheat on you? The last time I cheated on you, I was basically still a teenager, so don't give me that shit!" I said.

"Fine. I'm tired of trying to reason with you" he said.

"Reason with me? Your definition of reasoning is fighting with me all the time and then trying to have make-up sex before we go to bed so that you don't have to sleep out on the couch!" I said.

"Maybe we need to have some of that, maybe it'll help us stop fighting for a bit. We haven't fucked since Ryan was conceived. Or maybe we should just have regular sex, don't you ever think that maybe if you'd have normal sex with me, maybe I wouldn't be pissed off all the time?" He asked. I glared at him and raised my hand to slap him, but I refrained from doing so.

"Well... You aren't getting any dumbass! I'm pregnant, and the reason why we never have regular sex is because we're always pissed off at each other and when we are in a good mood with each other, which is rarely, you don't ask!" I said.

"At least when you weren't pregnant, you weren't such a bitch" he mumbled. I got in his face to scream at him.

"I can't fucking control my hormones you pri-" I said before he grabbed my face and kissed me. He wasted no time to get his and my pants off.

I pulled away.

"Like I said, you ain't gettin' any!" I said, pulling my pants back up.

"Can I at least get a-" he asked before I cut him off.

"No. The doctor told me no sex. Now I made arrangements to meet up with Ricky so I can get to know Topanga, so bye, I love you" I said as I walked out the door.