Cranston’s POV
Bree gives a weird look as she clings to my hand with both of hers.
“What is it?”
Her eyebrows pull together in a thoughtful expression.
What is she thinking about?
She sighs in a sort of defeated way and slightly shrugs her shoulders as if she came to some conclusion in her head. Something that she will never share with me, per usual.
“Nothing.”
I hesitate slightly, wanting to press the issue, but decide against it.
We are in a good place right now, and I don’t want to risk messing that up.
I give her a quick smile, squeeze her hand, and continue walking, this time in silence as I look around us at the trees whose leaves have started changing into beautiful bright fall colors.
My mind wonders to the little kick that I felt earlier against Bree’s flat belly. It has
