Bree’s POV
After a long, hot bubble bath, I get dressed in a pair of comfy shorts and over-sized sweatshirt, my hair still done up from the wedding, and make my way downstairs.
Cranston is at the elevator accepting a pizza delivery and as the smell hits me, my stomach growls hungrily.
He walks over with a grin and places it on the coffee table.
“This smells amazing. I’ll get us some plates.”
I watch Cranston, now dressed in sweatpants and a fitted blue t-shirt, walk into the kitchen.
Deciding I can’t wait, I open the box and bite into a slice of the cheesy goodness and close my eyes with a groan.
“Better than the gourmet six course meal that we didn’t have at our wedding?” Cranston asks as he hands me a plate and a cold can of ginger-ale.
I snort.
“I guess it is true what they
