Andrea was finally home; I thought seeing her walk inside my house.
Today was our third day together officially.
But I had been watching her since November 11, when I saw her at Negan's 50 th birthday party.
I noticed you a mile away, wearing a tiny black dress, blonde with curls down, and silver shoes.
You look similar to the actress Blake Lively, and I couldn't stop staring. It's rare to see someone so beautiful.
I actually spoke to you at the party, but you had a date with you. This redheaded military guy named Abraham, who you were casually dating for about a month.
The two of you spent most of their time in the gym together, but he stopped calling. I noticed you started going alone again. You haven't been lucky in love, but now you have me. You'll never be lonely again.
I wish you had noticed me at the party, but Negan was more than willing to reintroduce us with a little monetary incentive. And you agreed so easily. I was a little surprised by that. Though I have been told Negan can be intimidating. I was also pleasantly surprised by how quickly things were moving for us.
"I wanted to come in for a while before I head home, " Andrea says, sitting down on the sofa.
"You stayed last night during the week. Might as well stay for the weekend. I figured I could take you dress shopping tomorrow for the charity ball. Tonight we could have dinner, go swimming, or get in the hot tub. Just relax together, " I said, a little annoyed that you haven't figured out that you live here now.
I mean, why hurry home to that empty apartment? If Amy was still there, I'd understand. I mean, you are alone there. You don't even have a dog. I would ask you to move in with me officially, but that would scare you.
Women want a Mr. Big, not Aiden. I knew how this worked. That's why I didn't call you for days or pressure you for anything. I am not coming across as desperate.
"I would stay but all my clothes are at my apartment. I don't have a swimming suit, " you objected.
"Martinez picked up several things for you at Target. His girlfriend Paige brought over some of her old swimsuits you can wear tonight. I ordered some new one from Amazon and they should be here soon. If we need to, we can get you more clothes when we go shopping tomorrow. " I said, solving the problem.
"I suppose I could stay until Sunday, " she says, taking off her black flats.
"What would you like for dinner? I'm going to let Jack, the chef know, " I said feeling accomplished. Why does she want to run? Abraham was basically living with her for the first two weeks, I think, slightly annoyed.
"Could he make me a steak with a baked potato? " she says, trying to sound content.
I know you're confused about this situation. For you, it's a new relationship, but I have been thinking about you for the last three months, and I really don't want to lose any more time. The sooner we can get you out of that apartment, the better.
"I am sure. If you hand me your purse and keys, I will hang them up in the bedroom, " I offered.
"Thank you. Martinez told me there was a library. Would it be okay if I looked for some books to read? " she asked softly.
"Go ahead, " I said before going upstairs to put up your purse.
I texted the chef what you wanted to eat, then I decided to look through your phone. Guessing your password was too easy. Who uses the same number over and over? I deleted a text from some girl named Michonne inviting you out tonight and another one from Abraham asking how you've been.
You don't need those toxic people in your life. I see your music, and you listen to a lot of Taylor Swift, Elvis, Stevie Nicks, The Beatles, Nirvana, Sabrina Carpenter, and Tom Petty.
Interesting mix of music, I decided.
I turned off your phone and placed it on the charger. While rummaging through your purse, I found your birth control and antidepressants. I replaced the birth control with vitamins and reduced the antidepressants to a lower dose.
I knew the medication wasn't working, but it seemed to be keeping her more functional than I wanted. Hopefully a lower dose will help make you a little more dependent on me.
Placing the pills back in your purse, I return downstairs. You are lying on the sofa, reading a book you found in the library.
"The extra room by my bedroom has all the extra clothes for you inside. Pajamas, leggings, shorts, tee shirts, a few dress outfits for work, socks, underwear, and shoes. The make-up and hair products are in the bathroom. " I said, hoping she would ask to stay here on her own.
"Thank you, " she says, putting down the book. She has it on the sofa. We go together, holding hands, to the dining room where the table is set.
We had our first dinner together at my place. I'm keeping track of all our firsts. We've had our first kiss, our first time sharing ice cream, and now our first fancy dinner together.
The steaks were perfect with the salad and the potatoes. I actually ate two steaks, knowing extra protein never hurts.
"Your chef does a good job, " Andrea says, finishing her meal.
"I'll bring out the dessert, Mr. Blake, " Paige, the maid tells us.
She brought us back two small slices of cheesecake, but neither of us finished them.
"We should share dessert again, " Andrea suggested.
"Probably a good idea. I put a swimsuit on the bed. Why don't you go put it on, " I smile.
She nods in agreement, and before I know it we're together in a hot tub. She has on this tiny black bikini that ties in the back. And on the sides.
I keep my phone close by in case work needs to contact me. I'm always on call.
The warm water, along with some wine, has put Andrea in a giddy mood. She gives me several kisses on the lips. Her lips feel so soft against mine. I untie her bathing suit top, revealing her perfect breasts.
Lover by Taylor Swift is playing in the background because I know you love her music.
"I love this song. It should be our song, " she whispered.
To my surprise, she removed my swimming trunks.
"Do you want to go upstairs," I said looking at her longingly.
"Yes. This feels right," she says smiling.
I take your hand. I know that we are about to finally be together and I know it will be perfect.
Then my work phone starts to ring just as I am wrapping a towl around you. Unfortunately I have to answer. I see you putting your bathing suit back on as I hang up the phone after talking for about fifteen minutes. I am so fucking pissed but trying to stay calm. Timing is not own our side, Andrea.
"Was that the hospital?" Andrea asks.
"Yes. One of my patients is going into labor. She wants her doctor although Dr. Stevens is perfectly capable," I said regretfully.
"We can pick up were we left off later," you said giving me a kiss on the lips.
"I promise I will makeup it up to you," I whispered as I pull away. I know by the time I get back you'll be in bed asleep.
"I understand, " you replied before heading to the bedroom.