The next morning, Deucalion and Allison were sitting at the breakfast table eating waffles, bacon, and eggs. Deucalion had cooked for her while she'd been in the shower.
But she was quiet while she ate, her eyes darting to the tree.
"You okay?" he asked, sipping on his coffee.
Sighing, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Yeah. I'm just nervous about my gift to you."
He lifted his eyebrows. "Nervous?"
"I don't know how you're gonna take it."
He tried to hide a smile but failed. Reaching across the table, he played with her fingers. "Don't worry so much about it. It's from you so I'm sure I'll like it."
She gave the tree another look. "So are we going to do our thing now or when we get home?"
Deucalion thought about his gift to her. In all honesty, he was nervous about how she would
