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"Want a massage?"
"My duties."
He patted Francis' lips. "Bap."
"Yes, way."
"How?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It didn't exactly work well for me last time."
James woke up, looking up at him with a toothy grin.
"You're biased, though."
"You said it, not me."
"No matter. Vesta helped to set me straight."
Poppy watched them, her brows furrowed before she turned and went into the kitchen.
"I have faith in you."
"You're the one with the headache."
"You thought incorrectly. Vesta was most... displeased with my actions."
James murmured in his sleep, his dark hair over his closed eyes as he shifted to get more comfortable.
"That I... have faith?"
"Really? Mine's surprisingly not too bad."
He squinted at her. "I burned to death, child of Apollo. I was not alright."
She came over to him and he would be able to smell the rosewater in her shampoo as she passed James to him. The baby was fast asleep, his hand...
"I have faith."
