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."
