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He laughed. "Yeah, let's take a look."
His eyes widened as he saw her and he hurried over to her, kneeling beside her "Poppy! Are you okay?"
She relaxed, soothed as she listened to his voice.
"Good," he said, kissing her temple. "I love you."
He frowned, looking around as he entered. "Hello?"
She grinned, her eyes thoughtful as she observed him and listened.
He put his arm around her. "Positive?"
Francis stopped and sighed, excusing himself from the field. He couldn't play this distracted, and decided to find her at the lab.
"You're favorite song," she said smoothly, leaning her head towards his hand. "Whichever it is."
He kissed her cheek. "Thought so."
He played a bit, but was distracted, thinking about the project.
"Mmm. Baby," she mumbled, "please sing me a song?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Is it Tom?'
Francis walked onto the field, his thoughts crowding his head as the rest of the team greeted him.
"Yes," she said firmly. "C'mon, baaaabe? Pleeaase?"
"Is that so?" he asked, feigning confusion. "What else?"
He watched her go, crossing his arms thoughtfully before going the opposite direction.
A bit later, she pursed her lips "Babe," she murmured. "You should totally sing for me."
"Did you?" he asked teasingly. "Who?"
"Okay," he said, nodding. "See you."
