Bree’s POV
The past hour is like a blur as I walk back home.
After Cranston just up and left, I stayed and ate with our dads, who had a lot of questions and a lot of suggestions, with my dad throwing in multiple, ‘are you sure you are ok with this” questions.
It was a lot.
I had wanted to follow Cranston, but he usually isn’t very receptive when he gets in these moods, hence the constant running away.
Now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to break the news together. I don’t think I realized how much his father gets under his skin.
It doesn’t even bother me, not now anyway, that he told them that we were having the baby to shorten the contract.
At first I had felt hurt, but as I sat there, numbly listening to Paul and my dad talk about the baby’s trust fund,
