Cranston’s POV
I hesitate just outside of Bree’s bedroom.
Something seemed a little off with her tonight, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask her about it.
Even now, I am half tempted to go back into her room and ask her about it, but I don't dare.
Shaking my head, I walk away and make my way towards my own bedroom.
We made it clear where the boundaries were, and I will honor that and give her space.
Keep it casual and friendly.
Superficial.
We don’t want things to get all messy again.
Any more than they already are, anyway.
I just wish that Bree hasn’t been working so much. I can tell that she is tired, but it’s typical Bree trait to never slow down, even at nine months pregnant.
She will probably be working up to the very moment the baby is born.
An image of Bree sitting in
