I turn off the Volvo and look to Bella. "You get Mase, and I'll grab the jogger and our basket."
It's Saturday.
Date two.
We're hiking to a little spot that we used to enjoy. Bella doesn't know, and I'm not going to remind her.
I want to keep things light.
No pressure.
I pass the picnic basket to Bella and take over pushing the stroller. The terrain isn't perfectly smooth, so I don't want her to struggle.
"It's pretty out here." Bella admires the flowery trees that mark the trailhead.
I stare directly in her eyes. "It's fucking beautiful."