She drifted off slowly, her face relaxing and her lips slightly parting as she wrapped her arms around him.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to appreciate the warmth of his presence, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of Diana's door squeaking open. Poppy shot up suddenly, shaking Francis. "Francis... Francis!"
Just as he closed the door, Diana burst in, jumping on the bed. "Mama! Good morning!" "Hello, sweetpea," Poppy said, kissing her head. "Good morning."