Until It's Gone 3 (Sample)

Chapter Three

                                                                        ~ Stephanie ~

"Andrew, I am just putting clothes away. Calm down." I complain exasperated with him hovering over me and telling me I can't do this or that. Today I was released from the hospital and we are at his house now setting my room up. He hired some people to go to my place and get my stuff; mainly my clothes and pictures and stuff. Everything else was either given away or sold. Some things were broken so they were just thrown away. I wanted to go back and see the place for myself, to see if anything could be saved but Andrew was adamant about me not leaving this house. He won't let me step foot outside without him or my body guards but he really doesn't want me going back to my apartment.

"The doctor said not to stress and don't do any physical work. So sit down and the maid will out your clothes away." Andrew said while taking my clothes out of my hand and placing them on the bed. I sigh and snatch them off the bed and place them in my dresser.

"Andrew it is fine. Putting clothes away isn't going to stress me out. Would you just calm down?!" I nearly shout frustrated and wanting to get away from him. I close the drawer and face him. "Andrew can you please take a chill pill and relax? I am not doing anything to hurt or harm myself or the baby. What is stressing me out is you hovering over me and breathing down my neck. Freaking chill!" He sighs and sits down on my bed.

"I just want the best for you Stephanie." He leans on his elbows and rubs his hands together. "Ever since that night, all I could think about is how I wasn't there to protect you and somehow what happened to you is my fault. I couldn't protect you Stephanie." I take a deep breath and walk over to him. I kneel down in front of him and grab his hands.

"Andrew, don't blame yourself for what happened to me. It wasn't your fault. Whoever did this is to blame. Not you. I appreciate you doing this for me and being there. That's all that matters. You're protecting me just by letting me live in your house. I am going to be fine Andrew, especially with you by my side." I kiss his hand before looking back up at him. "I appreciate you Andrew. Don't forget that. You just need to calm down. I won't do anything to stress myself out but I can put my own clothes away."

"I'll try to relax but I won't make any promises." He slightly agrees with a mischievous smile on his face. I smile back and lean up and kiss him. He grabs both sides of my head and holds me in place while deepening the kiss. After a minute, I pull away and stand up.

"How about we go downstairs and order some food? I am starving." He chuckles and nods.

"Alright," he stands and takes my hand before leading me out the room and going downstairs. The movers are still bringing some stuff inside the house when we got downstairs. There are boxes everywhere. "You have a lot of stuff."

"I know you are not talking. Your closet is bigger than mine and you have more stuff than me." He stops and thinks before nodding his head.

"You're right. Anyway, what do you want to eat?" Andrew asks pulling out take-out menus. As soon as food is mentioned everything else is forgotten about. All I can think about is food. I swear this baby makes me hungry and fat but I love him or her; my little munchkin.

"I want some pizza; a large pizza with pepperoni and sausage on one half and pineapple and ham on the other half with ranch and parmesan cheese." My mouth starts to water just thinking about. Andrew shakes his head and pulls out his phone. "Oh, and I want some BBQ wings. Bone out and some of that pasta, chicken Alfredo, and I want a big bag of hot Cheetos with chili and cheese and a large strawberry lemonade." I add cheesing hoping he will get it all for me.

"Oh no, that is too much food and everything you just requested is unhealthy. I am not letting you eat all of that. How about a large pizza with pasta and salad with water which we have here?" He just crushed my dream. I pout and cross my arms over my chest. For some odd reason tears form in my eyes and roll down my face. I really want that food. It's like what I am really craving and it was all I could think about and now he took it away from me. "Oh no, please tell me you aren't crying."