Cranston’s POV
I hold the door open for Bree as she steps out of the doctor’s building and into the busy street, clutching the handles of the goody bag she received on check out.
We haven’t really spoken at all this morning.
I stood beside her as she had her blood drawn and set up her next appointment.
There was no discussion about whether or not she was keeping the baby after the sound of the heartbeat filled the room, but I knew what she wanted by the transformation on her face.
And I am actually okay with it.
The heartbeat was nothing short of amazing.
It just makes things…complicated…moving forward.
I follow Bree and place a smile on my face as she turns to look at me.
“Should we go grab some breakfast?” I suggest, trying to keep my voice upbeat.
She looks down at her bag
