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He quickly went upstairs. "Poppy? Diana?"
She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply.
"Well a dad can't give himself a kid, can he?"
"Just a weird saying."
Francis was quiet, trying to process. It took him a moment before he panicked, looking around.
She shook her head embarrassedly. "I love you a lot."
"Yeah but, you know."
She smirked. "Boogey."
He frowned, picking it up.
She observed him, her expression adoring before she took his hand, holding it tightly.
"Then what is it?"
Avice came out of the bathroom, her hair pulled back. "Ready?"
(Yep!) Francis got home later, looking tired.
A smile crossed her face and she kissed his nose.
"Kinda."
(Where to?)
"Even though you're cold as stone?" she teased.
"Well you gave him to me."
(Zoop?)
"So you want me to keep with you?"
