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"C'mon. Talk to me."
"Now where do we go?"
She exhaled tiredly. "No. No, he was just... I don't know. He was worried."
"Wait, please don't."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
She got in the front seat, turning on the car and pulling out of the driveway. They drove in silence for a few moments. "He was going to get you...
"Wait, no."
"So we're agreed?"
She nodded, heading for the car.
"Hush."
"That would be too much."
She left the house and turned to him, her brows furrowed as she studied him almost hungrily, her eyes wide. "Should I drive?"
"..."
"I'd be having a kid with someone I don't know."
She slid on her coat, heading for the door.
He squinted at her. "Hush."
"Thank God. I wouldn't be able to handle that."
Ed glared at him but fell silent. Poppy frowned for a moment before sighing, standing up. "C'mon, Francis. Let's go for a drive."
"Of course," he said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed easily, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Are you pregnant?"
