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"It must be worse for you."
Just as he closed the door, Diana burst in, jumping on the bed. "Mama! Good morning!" "Hello, sweetpea," Poppy said, kissing her head. "Good...
She shrugged, leaning against him. "Where does blood come from? We're born with it."
"No, I just mean... it's a strange thing."
"You gotta hide," she said frantically. "Diana's coming!"
"What else do you want to know?"
"This is weird."
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to appreciate the warmth of his presence, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of Diana's door squeaking...
She grinned at him, kissing his neck. "I love you too."
"It sounds like it."
Poppy stiffened and woke up suddenly, her eyes flying open.
"Don't be sad about it."
He frowned slightly, looking down at his hands. "Yeah. That makes sense."
Poppy shifted the next morning, her hand in his hair.
"It makes energy. It's alive."
"I always wanted kids."
(Zoop?)
She frowned, studying him before kissing his cheek, leaning against his chest. "Fire keeps you warm."
He laughed out loud. "Did I really?"
She drifted off slowly, her face relaxing and her lips slightly parting as she wrapped her arms around him.
