Cranston’s POV
Watching Bree sleep on the other end of the couch, her feet in my lap, I feel conflicting emotions.
I cannot imagine my life with more responsibility…I mean, a kid! That would be a huge life adjustment.
Something I just don’t know if I am ready for, or even capable of. I am not even sure that kids were ever in my future plans.
Bree moves her head slightly in her sleep and her long curls fall into her face. I reach over and push them back, looking at her full, soft lips.
If Bree does decide to have the baby, I hope it is a girl that looks just like her mom.
I run my finger lightly along Bree’s skinny, but shapely calf and wonder why I feel so drawn to her.
So protective of her…when I am literally the one who keeps hurting her. When she acts as if she doesn't even ne
