Bree’s POV
Pregnant.
I am pregnant.
I cannot stop staring at the small white stick.
This is what happens when Cranston comes into my life, he just blows everything up.
Ugh.
That’s not fair…I should have been more responsible. I mean, I knew who I was dealing with.
I should have just kept my freaking panties on.
Shaking my head, I grip the stick tightly in my hand for a moment before I toss it in the trash bin.
Well. That’s that.
I guess at least I know for sure now so I can do something about it.
“Bree?”
I stand up and open the door where Erica is standing with her hand raised as if about to knock.
She gives me a questioning look and I shrug.
“Yep.”
“Oh Bree.” She wraps her arms around me, and I pat her back distractedly.
I feel an odd calm coming over me.
I can deal
