Chapter 28/ Sunday
Andreas POV
I never know exactly what I want. Part of my personality is that I am never satisfied. I am the type of girl who orders a strawberry cheesecake for dessert but then wants the chocolate cake. Coming to New York, I made up my mind to be with Philip. So why couldn't I get Shane off my mind? Maybe it's because I am tired and sore.
Philip is obviously jealous. I know he is upset because he made love to me twice in one day. It was more forceful than usual, almost felt like revenge sex. I have flashbacks to him apologizing for getting carried away. He didn't hurt me, but I am definitely sore.
"Are we flying home today?" I asked when I finally woke up on Sunday.
"Sorry, I'm not ready to leave New York yet. I spoke with Negan, and he agreed to give you the week off. We can stay in New York for a few more days. Go see West Side Story tonight on Broadway, visit my mom, and introduce yourself to my dad. Then look for wedding dresses. After that, we can stop by Memphis. Maybe you could see the University," he says sweetly.
"Because I can't afford to, I am not going there," I said sadly, thinking about the scholarship I had lost.
"Would you consider me paying for your classes? I could look into getting a place there and we could stay in Memphis while you finish law school. I'm sure they need doctors in Tennessee," he offers.
"Would you do that?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes, as a wedding present. I do love you. I want you to be able to achieve your dreams. We are going to have a great life together." He promises me.
"Maybe I could use a vacation," I said, knowing he wasn't asking. I was still shocked he considered paying for my college. Michonne was wrong about him. Philip was supportive of my career. And I was a piece of shit for cheating on him.
"Good. You should stay here and rest. I am going to the gym for a while," he says, smiling.
"Can I come. I havent been in a few days," i said almost ready to jump out of bed.
We can take a walk later. I don't want you to do any heavy weight lifting in case you are pregnant. The first twelve weeks are the most fragile," he says, touching my stomach.
"Should I be more careful?" I asked, feeling that he was being overprotective.
"Yes, just do what I asked," he says, looking a little frustrated.
"Okay. I guess I can get my steps in later," I said, watching him get ready to leave.
I am probably not even pregnant, I think. I turned on the TV. I decided to watch the presidential debate while I was alone. I have a feeling Philip is a Republican, and I am not. So, I decided to watch alone.
His workout seemed intense, so I knew I'd have a good two hours to myself. I didn't mind a lazy day, even though I doubted I was pregnant. Trying so hard was definitely making the whole situation a little tense.