Poppy hesitated and Diana looked up at her. “Door.” “Yeah, baby,” Poppy agreed, standing up and opening the door cautiously. “Door.”
She gurgled, patting his face cheerfully as Poppy closed the door behind him. “She missed you,” she said quietly.
“Let’s go to bed,” she said decisively, glancing back at the bed. “I’ve been sleeping with your shirts for the last 4 months.”