Chapter 50

EPOV

You're lost in that pretty little head of yours again.

I wish I could read your mind sometimes just to get a glimpse of what you think about when you drift away from reality.

You play with the ends of your hair and stare at a place on the wall seeing something that no one else can.

I hope our children get your imagination Bella.

I hope they get your beauty, your innocence and your brains.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask, poking me in the nose to get my attention.

"I guess I was just daydreaming."