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Are you taking requests right now? If you are, I would love and Andrew X female reader, how he would be as a husband and father 😊

I am!! This is a short one, but here’s a cute little scene of Andrew returning home from a trip.

You hastily organized the plates of food on the table as you muttered under your breath, double checking that you had everything.

“Cucumbers, goat cheese…oh! The pomegranate!”

You set the fruit down, turning it just so it’s at a perfect angle. Even though logically you knew it was silly to be concerned over that, you wanted everything to be perfect. As you finished cleaning up the counter, you heard the little patter of footsteps behind you, turning quickly with a scolding tone and wagging finger, “Daniel!”

Your son, a small boy with a mop of dark curls that made him look so painfully like his father, stood with his hand mid air in an attempt to grab some bread from the plates. He stared at you, frozen as if not moving would make him invisible. This was his third time trying to sneak food before it was time.

“Daniel, I told you, we will wait until your father gets home.”

He finally slumped, looking up at you with big eyes, “But Eema! Please?”

“No begging,” you say firmly, then kneel down to face him, “Abba has been traveling and is probably very hungry. You don’t want to be rude and eat without him, do you?”

He pouts, but nods. You kiss his forehead and smile, “Now go wash up. He’ll be here any minute.”

As Daniel rounded the corner, you hear a knock on the door. Excitement grips you as you rush to the door and open it. Your heart leaps in your chest at the sight of your husband, Andrew. He’s covered in dust from the road, carrying what few belongings he took with him, his eyes look weary, but still smiling as brightly as ever.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I was told the most beautiful woman in Capernaum lived here and had to see for myself.”

You giggle excitedly, unable to contain yourself as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. He picks you up and spins, causing a few passersby to stare. Even for a husband and wife, such displays were perhaps immodest, but you couldn’t care less. He was finally home.

“I missed you,” you say, feeling tears well up. These long journeys always posed the question of when or whether he would return to her. So it was a blessing when he did.

“Not as much as I missed you,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing you gently, “I spent every second worried about the two of you.”

“Adonai provided,” you say gratefully, “Come, I want to hear everything!”

The moment he walked through the doorway, Daniel rushed him, squealing with delight. Andrew gathered him in his arms and lifted him up proudly.

“My boy! Oh, look at you! Did you get taller?”

“Half an inch!” He proclaims, “Eema measured me!”

“You’ll be taller than Uncle Peter before you know it!”

He sat Daniel down and looked at the table set with food, placing a hand on his stomach.

“Oh, food!” He sighed, reaching for a pomegranate.

You gently smack his hand away, “Ah! You need to wash up first, you’re covered in dust.”

He pouts and it looks exactly like Daniel. He knows not to argue with you, quickly cleaning up while Daniel inundated him with questions about his journey, how his Uncle Peter and Aunt Eden are doing, has he seen Matthew recently, how did the crowds respond to his preaching…and you listen with a smile on your face. Being the wife of an Apostle isn’t an easy life, but it is more rewarding than you could ever have imagined.