Chapter Six: Love
Andrea's POV
Lori is also pregnant with Shane's child, I reminded myself. And he loves Lori.
I might love Shane, but his heart is always with Lori. So this baby probably wouldn't change anything for him. Besides, we were separated. The likelihood of looking into Shane's warm brown eyes again was slim to none. Shane is most likely dead, and while I'd love him forever, I had to accept reality. I put my hand on the necklace Shane gave me, touching the number twenty-three.
I think about Shane's tan skin, tousled dark hair, soft lips, and perfect body. I remember him pulling me into his arms, saying "Come on then," kissing me so forcefully, running his fingers through my blonde hair. I lay down on the hard sofa, daydreaming about him when I hear a knock at the door.
I opened the door and saw that Philip had returned. He was carrying his usual picnic basket full of food.
"I thought I would cook dinner for you girls. I brought stuff for spaghetti, salad, and a few slices of chocolate cake," he says, taking the basket to the kitchen.
"Philip, you are too sweet," I said, kissing his cheek.
"After dinner, I'll leave you two girls alone. Let you enjoy your last night of freedom before you become my wife," he says, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I watched as he quickly cooked us dinner. Amy came out of her room to eat with us this time, though no one talked much.
Philip mentioned that he had a house set up for us to move into and that tonight would be our last night apart. After dinner, he slipped a diamond ring onto my finger.
"For my wife, I'll come early tomorrow afternoon to take you to the church," he promises.
"Could we wait just a few days? I have only been here for ten days, and we are already living together," I pleaded.
"No. It has to be tomorrow," he says, kissing my lips. My sister leaves the room, leaving us alone.
"I understand," I said softly, looking at the ground. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, reminding me of the baby growing inside me. I was eleven weeks into my pregnancy, Dr. Stevens had confirmed.
"Well, I am going to let you have some sister time with Amy. I will have Milton bring you a dress and take you to me tomorrow. I know it's bad luck to see each other," he says, placing one last kiss on my lips. I watch as he walks out of the apartment, and I go into the bedroom with my sister. I lay in bed with her, crying into her lap. I fall asleep in her arms knowing that my childhood is officially over.