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She took his face in her hands, her touch soft before kissing him deeply. "Yes I am."
He took a breath. "I love you, Poppy. Meeting you was.. the best thing to happen."
"Probably not," she told him reassuringly, before pausing. "Did ours?"
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Yes I am!"
He nodded quickly. "Okay. Okay. I'll try."
"Maybe it was," she said. "I'm not sure."
She sighed, cocking her head. "Im sorry."
He glanced around. "I'm sorry," he told her, before pausing. "I feel tired."
She hesitated, looking down. "I'm not sure. We weren't drunk."
She curled up next to him, taking his warmth as she playfully looked up at him. " Its the right thing to do!"
"The wedding," he said. "And chores. And everything else. I'm not.. I'm not helpful at all. You do everything. That's not how it should be."
"Because you're both pissed?"
She grinned brightly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Great!"
"Just in general too.. I never help out.."
She put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be angry with her.. He said it was him.."
She pulled away his hand. "Please?"
He frowned. "I can just be dead weight on you. I'm sorry."
She frowned. "Kind of.."
"But you are to me, okay?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Let me have this.."
He hesitated. "I'm not sure.."
