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She nodded. "I'd tell you, okay? But really don't expect the time to ever come."
"Apparently." *** She nodded. "Sounds good."
He gripped the steering wheel. "You're an *squee!*. I'm not telling you anything."
"I promise you," she said softly. "I promise I would tell you if I ever left."
He laughed. "Tenths?" *** "Just being honest."
"Just tell me the truth, Poppy!"
"You know what I'm here for? I'm here for you and Aubrey and this entire town and this house. This life. This life with all of us is what I'm here...
"Are you getting everything, too?" *** "Well.. You're a genius to me."
"Are you telling the truth or not!"
"Yes I do," she said softly, running her hands through his hair. "I do know that."
"..Everything." *** "In theory?"
"You just told me you're pregnant! I'm a dad!?"
She didn't pull away either, her embrace sure. "I'm not going to leave again, ever."
He kissed her forehead. "It's on the counter." *** "No? But you're a genius."
He shook his head. "No. You're serious?"
She moved to wrap her arms around him. "But nothing. There's nothing that could make me leave unless it was a threat."
"Wonderful!" *** "Do you, now? Maybe you can help me with my work, then."
He looked around, his eyes widening. "What? What? He got in the car. That's a joke, right?"
"No," she corrected. "I won't. I know I won't. I mean, how could I? I love it here with you and Aubrey.."
"Do you like Chinese?" *** "I thought clothes were my thing."
