Philip's POV
Andrea laid there in my arms, unable to move. She looked almost lifeless, but I knew that my constant force intimacy had tired her out. She is just sleeping. Hell, after three times a day over the past week I was pretty exhausted myself. Not so tired, that I would not be able to fuck her again later.
I gets up from the bed and go to check on our daughter. Ten o'clock was way beyond time to wake her up, I think to myself.
"Claire-bear, time to get up. I'll make you some breakfast," I whisper gently.
"Where is momma?" Claire yawns.
"Still asleep. We will get her up later," I said reaching for her hand.
She follows me to the kitchen yawning, I reached in the fridge getting her a strawberry yogurt and some milk.
"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Claire questions me before taking a sip of milk.
"I don't see why not. I saw a Papa John's in town. If they don't deliver here, I can go pick it up," I promised her.
"Where is Uncle Milton? Will he be coming to my birthday party?" She asked picking up her spoon.
"We won't be seeing Uncle Milton as much since we moved. But I promised your birthday will be special," I said kissing her forehead. She looks just her mother, I think smiling.
"Does that mean Momma and I aren't moving in with Uncle Milton? I like him, but I would miss you," she says looking into my eyes.
"Look at me baby. I'm here. Daddy isn't going anywhere. You know that right?" He says softly.
"Promise I can stay with you," She said in a low voice. Apparently Andrea had shared her plans on marrying Milton with our daughter, way before I ever found out.
"Daddy and momma are going to stay together. Momma changed her mind," I said comforting our daughter.
My wife locked up in an apartment with cuts and bruises all over her body was messed up. I was not so far gone that I did not know I did a terrible thing. Still what she and Milton did was worst. Trying to take my daughter away from a daddy who loved her. Destroying our family.
"I am glad, daddy," Claries says then finishes her breakfast. I turn on the TV for her and rush to take a shower. In about an hour I would order a pizza so it would get here in time for lunch. I was starving, I guessed Andrea probably was as well.
After a warm shower, I shave my face, brush my hair, and bush my teeth. Put on a new set of clothes. I walk into the living room seeing Claire watching Mary Poppins for the hundred time. I use my phone to order a cheese and sausage pizza. Finding out they do deliver, I make some sweet tea and salad. I tip the deliever girl, and place the pizza boxes on the counter. I unlock the apartment door to where Andrea is.
"Time to come eat," I said yell at my wife.
Knowing Claire is there, Andrea comes in the room. She is wearing a long sleeve blue pajamas top and pants that cover all her bruises. Her hair pulled up in a lose braid, you can see she does not want to be here. I know she is still daydreaming that Milton would come rescue her. The sooner she let go of that pipe dream, the better I think. I was NEVER letting her go.
She takes some salad, a glass of tea, and two very small pieces of pizza then sets by Claire at the table.
"Eat up. You will need your energy for tonight," I said softly.
She accepts my words, but says nothing in reply. Instead she focuses her energy on Claire. After lunch I force Andrea back into the apartment, locking her inside. I needed to take Claire to the grocery store and I could not take Andrea out of the house just yet.