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She was quiet got a few seconds before speaking in a loud whisper. "Rowaaan."
"I don't know," he murmured. "How's the baby?"
She put down the rag and looked up at him. "I am not in a happy mood. I don't know what to do about that. So that's going on, as well as the fact...
"Oh my God."
He squeezed her gently. "I missed you too!"
She watched him for a moment before sighing, saying nothing more.
"Rowan, oh my God."
Francis was there, his eyes brightening. "Poppy!"
She nodded slowly. "That's good. I saw you leaving breakfast earlier."
"Rowan, faster."
The door opened and a familiar face stepped in, looking around for just a moment.
She nodded, saying nothing more for a bit, pulling her up and out of her face. Eventually she sighed. "How are you?"
"..Cook it faster."
(When they can meet?)
"I'm sure."
"Rowan."
(Yoop!)
She paused, looking up at him before looking back down. "No."
"Cook it faster.'
He nodded. "I'm ready."
