Poppy had turned towards him in her sleep, and her nose brushed his sternum as she murmured in her sleep.
She sat up, pulling the strap of her tank top back on her shoulder as the blanket fell around her lap.
She was standing by the stove, flipping the omelet. James was asleep in her free arm, his head resting on her collarbone. She was humming quietly and paused to kiss the top of James' head.