12. Too fast
Philip was pushing me over the edge. Why was I going along with this madness? Because you are alone. And Shane is dead.
You know Philip cares about you. That is his reason for all this. Still, taking away my wedding rings felt cruel. He seemed like he was getting a kick out of my pain.
No, you are imaging things. His jealous of Rick is understandable. You were the one dating both guys. That is the only reason Philip is insecure.
"We should get you a new ring," Philip says kindly.
"Yes. You pick it out. I want to be surprised," I reply looking out the car window.
Part of me wanted to jump out of the car. Maybe, I should have taken Rick's advice and gone to stay with my parents. Even Shane's mom said I could stay with her. But I chose to stay here with Philip. The man who saved me. Still, it seemed like Philip was the one who needed help lately. Did he not understand the process of grieving?
"I will. I cannot wait to tell everyone you are mine," He smirks.
I hated how he treated me like I was a some sort of prize. Like a car or trophy. I was a person after all. Still I could not expect him to be Shane though. No one could love me the way Shane did.
"Andrea, where is that mind of yours?" Philip said when I did not answer him.
"I guess I am apprehensive about what other people will think. Us getting married so soon after Shane's murder," I said biting my lip.
"You worry too much about what others think. Everyone knows you and I dated before. It will be fine," Philip reassurances me.
" I just want to be careful how we tell people. You will let me handle that?"
"Of course. Have you thought about baby names yet?"
"No, I haven't. I mean we just found out the sex of the babies," I said taking his hand. He pulls up to Emily's daycare, and looks into my eyes.
"I like Harper or Carrie for a girl," He suggested.
"No to Carrie. Reminds me of the Stephen King novel," I said turning up my nose.
"Harper?"
"Yes, I like it," I smile in agreement.
"Good. I am going to get in Emily," Philip says getting out the car and kissing my cheek.
"I love you," I said softly to Philip. And I know there is a part of me that really does love him. Or why else would I still be here? Why else would I put up with his crazy emotions?