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"Nope. Not on Christmas."
Rowan was sleepy, coming over to her with a yawn. "Do you wanna go to bed?" he asked, kneeling down next to the couch.
He exhaled hollowly, his shoulders slumping. "Right."
"How? We've known each other a month."
"We're not doing this."
(Yoop!)
He exhaled slowly, his hands in his pockets. "Were we happy?"
She grinned. "You and Mama said you loved each other within a week."
"You're welcome."
He gave her a smile before picking her up gently, hurrying down the hall.
"Did we?" he asked, sounding momentarily placated. "We built it by ourselves?"
"Yes. We love each other."
"Thank you."
He squinted at her for a moment, but his face softened and a small spark of nervous consideration flashed across his eyes. "Really?"
He was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowed. "Is it beautiful?" he asked after a pause, his voice soft and sad.
She frowned, tilting her head. "What does heresy mean?"
"I bought you a dog. Let me have this."
He stood in front of her and held her jaw in his hands, his brow furrowed sternly. "Inappropriate," he chided, giving her a quick kiss.
He frowned, looking around. "Where's home, Avice?"
Poppy didn't respond, but Diana looked at him with a cheeky grin. "Really, Dad. He's so pretty."
