I knew Blake was following by the sound of the door closing and his footsteps getting louder.
He walked into the room and I could feel his confused stare.
"What are you making?" He asked with raised brows.
"A birthday present for your mother." I didn't look at him as I replied and kept knitting away.
He didn't reply and I didn't look up to see his reaction.
I watched his feet move to the other side of the room and talk a seat in one of the chairs.
After a few minutes of silence, I sighed heavily and stopped what I was doing to look up to him.
Blake was fixated on the floor as his played with his bottom lip with his fingers.
"So," I patted my thighs as I placed the almost finished blanket to the side ad took a seat on the couch behind me "what did you want to talk about exactly?" I
