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Francis shifted, his arms still around Poppy as his brows furrowed, not yet awake.
"That makes sense."
She squeezed his hand gently, a small smile on her face.
(Where to? (
"So you're the mom and the dad?"
She opened the door and stepped out, looking around.
He fell asleep as well, his chin against the top of her head as he sighed.
"100?! Is there even a mom?"
She took his hand. "Let's go."
He smiled softly before shutting his eyes, arms around her.
She laughed brightly, raising a hand to her head. "I should have known!"
She brought her hand to brush his jaw, her touch gentle. "I love you."
He chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow. "I will. I promise."
"Which one is Arlo Jr.?"
She reached up to kiss him deeply, her arms still around his neck.
He grinned happily. "Of course."
She laughed. "When can I meet them?"
"Not right now, though."
He placed his hand over hers. "I will. Just stay with me."
"I can't believe you have kept it hidden from me?"
