summary: laurie can't get around what her son calls his new stepmom
warning: angst, fluff, mean!laurie, protective!andy and jacob, age gap (12 years)
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a/n: this is for @balenciagabucky writing challenge divorce!andy/laurie barber hate club @dulceslibrary
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"Hey mom!"
Laurie didn't mean to listen in on her son's conversation. Jacob had finally decided to come to hers for the weekend for the first in months even though she was supposed to see him every weekend while he spent the weekdays with his father.
She would always receive a somewhat bullshit excuse from her son saying that his dad and you had plans with him.
You. Andy's new wife. She absolutely hated you, and was disgusted by the age gap the two of you had, 12 years. Though you had been nothing but nice to her since you and Andy had started seeing each other which wasn't that far after the divorce, she made it her goal to make you leave forever.
Andy was so caught up with you, he didn't even notice how Laurie would come up with the most fake rumors about you so Andy would break up with you and go back to her.
As much as Laurie seemed to hate the idea of the two of you together, she was always on top of any news that came from the relationship.
The night Andy had proposed to you, your birthday, he invited all his friends and yours and Jacob wanted Laurie to come and could never say no to him.
She happened to stumble upon you in the kitchen while you were refilling your wine glass and thought it was perfect. Andy had bought you a beautiful white dress for the evening, a birthday present, so as you were walking past Laurie back to the party, she bumped into you a little harshly letting your red wine spill all over your dress.
"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry." Laurie faked an apology.
You were nice, too nice as Andy would like to say, and you had always given Laurie the benefit of the doubt despite all the crude things she did to you, Andy was waiting for the minute you snapped at her.
"I can't do this anymore!" You shrieked. Laurie had her smirk forming more and more on your mouth thinking it was the end until you opened your mouth again.
"I've had enough of you and always sabotaging me. I have done nothing but be nice to you since the moment I met you, I let you into my house, was civil with you in public and you always, always have to be embarrassed somehow. And I'm not as dumb as you think, I know you still have feelings for Andy and you're only doing this thinking I'll leave him but guess what news flash, I'm not going anywhere, he proposed to me this morning." You screamed in her face ignoring that fact that probably everyone could hear you. "So please save yourself the embarrassment and go enjoy the party or go home."
"Damn I missed it." You turned around to see Andy leaning against the fridge with a smile on his face. You rolled your eyes, still turning back to Laurie who was still standing in your kitchen.
"You're going to let her talk to me like that?" She looked over at Andy thinking he was going to defend her.
"You heard it, enjoy the party or go home." Andy shrugged, coming up to you, lifting up your left hand to kiss your knuckles, just to show the ring he gave you to Laurie.
Laurie looked in shock at the diamond on your finger. It was bigger than the one she received, way bigger, and the two of you were together the fraction of time of Laurie and Andy.
"Is there something wrong?" You asked innocently, tilting your head. She had mumbled something under her breath, stomping out of the kitchen.
"God you're so fucking sexy when your mad." She heard him tell you as she left.
"So who was that on the phone?" Laurie asked when Jacob came back into the room.
"Oh it was my mom, she just asked what I wanted for dinner tomorrow when I came back." The name rolled off his tongue with ease.
She didn't dig into it more, just letting Jacob go back up to his room. Laurie had been so caught up in the moment, letting her hand grip around his glass, letting it shatter across the island.
Her and Jacob didn't talk for the rest of the weekend, him staying in his room while Laurie did anything to release her anger. Her knuckles were practically white as she drove him back to his dad's house Sunday evening.
"We need to talk." She threw daggers at Andy when he answered the door letting Jacob head upstairs to freshen up for dinner. "Your wife too."
"Hey sweetheart, can you come here quickly?" Andy called for you as he led Laurie to the living room. The two of you moved when you got married, it had been on the other side of town, two times the size of a normal three bedroom. It was sleek, modern but still had a homey feel to it.
"Yes, is everything alright." You wiped your hands down on your pants. "Oh hello Laurie."
"Y/n." She practically spat your name.
"So what was it you wanted to ask?" Andy sat down next to you, interlocking your hands together while resting them on his thigh.
"Jacob called you mom yesterday." She looked over at you like she was accusing you.
"Is there something wrong with that? He has been calling Y/n since we got married." Andy furrowed his brows.
"You're allowing that!" Laurie exclaimed. "She isn't his mother, I am."
"I think we both know you lost that title long ago." Andy sneered.
"If it makes you feel any better, I never encouraged him to do that, it was his choice." You didn't raise your voice not wanting to cause any more commotion.
"Can't you shut up for once in your life, we get it Y/n, you always have to be positive and radiate it, sometimes I just want to smash your head into the wall." Laurie yelled. You gasped, flinching back, pulling yourself closer to Andy.
"What the hell is wrong with you Laurie." Andy released your hand standing up. "You have no right to say that to my wife who has been nothing but kind to you while you've been a total bitch to her."
"Is everything alright?" Jacob came down the stairs. "I heard some noises."
"It's alright Jake, just wait for us upstairs, we'll call you when dinner is ready." You said to him softly trying not to cry in front of him. Jacob had been a total momma's boy with you.
"Why are you crying mom, are you alright?" He instantly made his way towards you.
"I can't, I just can't. Jacob, she isn't your mom." Laurie yelled at her son before turning her attention back to you. "You are such a crybaby."
"Hey!" Jacob exclaimed. "You can yell at me as much as you want but don't you dare yell at my mom when she has done nothing to you!"
Laurie stared in disbelief knowing he was defending you along with Jacob.
"Come on mom." He helped you off the couch bringing you into the kitchen.
"Great." Andy rolled his eyes. "Thank you for ruining my anniversary."
It didn't dawn on her it had been his one year anniversary with you, it was the only reason why Jacob had gone to her place so he could give you two some alone time.
"She will totally remember this one." Andy retorted. "I've had enough with this, Laurie, go home, we can talk about this another day."
"Andy-" She started.
"Don't." He said sharply. "You ruined so many memories with Y/n for me and I just wanted one perfect day that went perfectly and you just have to ruin it again."
She stared at him hoping he would change his mind and talk it through with him but when he saw he wasn't budging, she stomped her way out the house slamming the door behind her.
"I'm sorry." You looked at Andy when he came back to the kitchen.
"What are you sorry for, you did nothing wrong." He kissed the top of your head. "Laurie just has a bunch of problems, no offense son."
"None taken." Jacob shrugged, going to grab his plate starting to fill up with food.
"Hey." He whispered, cupping your face. "We have a few more hours left of today so let's make it the best. Happy Anniversary, my love."
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