Chapter 4 - Morning
Andrea's POV
Waking up next to him was uncomfortable, to say the least. His arms were wrapped around me tightly. I moved out of his embrace, trying unsuccessfully not to wake him.
"Where are you going?" he asked, seeing me get up.
"To see Dr. Stevens, I told you that I wasn't feeling well," I said, feeling him pull me back to bed.
"Probably it will just take some time to get your energy back," he says, his arms around me again.
"I am pregnant, so it's not something that will go away. Unless Dr. Stevens can help me," I said, pulling on some jeans while still in his arms.
"You are pregnant? I thought I was your first. You are just so young," he says, holding me down on the bed.
"You are actually number three. The world moves pretty fast now. My first was Evan Brown in tenth grade after his prom," I said, knowing that what happened last night could almost be considered assault.
He just kept pressuring me until I said yes, I thought. I did say yes though.
"I was nineteen, I guess I thought it was normal to wait until college. I was pretty shy in high school," he says, his hands on my face, taking in everything I told him.
"Hard to imagine you being shy," I said, feeling his hands covering my body.
"That was before everything happened. Over ten years ago. I am anything but shy now. I pretty much tell people how it is. So don't worry, Doctor Stevens will help you have your baby," he says, his hands touching my stomach now.
"I don't want to have the baby. I want an abortion," I said finally.
"We don't allow that here. Children are a gift," he said, completely dismissing me.
"Why do you care? It's not your baby," I said, knowing this world wasn't a place to bring a child into.
"You were meant to have this baby. I was meant to find you. I understand that you are scared and young. But I am here now. You and your baby will be safe in Woodbury.You dont have to be afriad anymore," he says, holding me close to his chest.
In that moment, I broke into tears. Shane, the father of this baby, is most likely dead, and I am not ready to be a mother. I am not ready to be whatever this man wanted me be either,I think.
"You will be okay. Princess Diana was only sixteen when she met Charles. And only twenty when they got married. Young women get married and have babies every day. You will be a good wife and mother," he says, pulling my jeans off. His body covering mine.
"A wife?" I said confused at his words.
"Yes, mine. My little wife," he whispers in my ear.
"But its not your baby," I said softly.
"I will adopt your baby. We will be a happy family," he promises.
"What if I don't want that?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Doesn't matter what you want. I told you this was fate. Merle found you to be my wife, and this baby is mine. I could have anyone, but I chose you. You are lucky. Any woman in Woodbury would love to be you," he says, frustrated.
"Why not marry one of them?" I asked honestly.
"Because you look like my wife Sarah. She is gone. Our daughter is gone. But we're here," he says removing the rest of my clothing. I close my eyes as he enters me.
At least he is soft and gentle with my body ,knowing from experience how rough sex could be.