"Will do," she said, slipping off the counter. She went to leave the bathroom, but paused and turned to kiss him deeply. "It will be alright," she said when she pulled away. She brushed a lock of his hair behind his ear and caressed his face. "I promise."
She joined him, sitting cross legged on the bed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and pressed the watch. "Call Papa." The phone picked up on the third ring, and Lewis' tired voice came through. "Hello?" "Hey Papa." "Poppy! Hello, my darling. How are you? How's Francis?" "We're well," she said, glancing at him. "I have some news for you, actually." There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. "Oh my God," he said. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Francis had to stifle a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He crossed his legs, cocking his head with interest.
"No, Papa," Poppy said affectionately. "But..." She hesitated before turning to look at Francis. "Francis and I are going to get married." There was a silence on the other end. "Really?" "Yes, Papa. He proposed last night and I said yes." "Poppy, darling, that's wonderful. I'm so happy for you." She exhaled a sigh of relief. "Really?" "Yes, of course! I mean, it's maybe a little soon, but... I trust you, and I like him."
Poppy looked down at him for a moment before leaning back and resting her head on his stomach. "Oh, good," she said. "I can't tell you how glad he'll be to hear that." There was a deep laugh on the other end. "I'm glad I'm the most scary person here," he said. She exhaled. "Thank you, Papa. I love you." "I love you, Pops. Congratulations." "Thank you. See you soon." "See you soon." There was a click on the other end as the line dropped.
She sighed deeply and crawled up next to him, kissing his cheek. "I am that," she agreed. She frowned and cocked her head. "Do you think we're going to tell your parents anytime soon?"
She considered it and shrugged. "Well, I doubt we're going to talk to them any time soon. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She paused and frowned, her head resting against his collarbone. "Francis, did they ever meet Vivienne? I guess they must have, right?"
Her brow furrowed in a worried line, and she bit her lip, resting her head on his chest. "I see," she said quietly, trying to not let the panic creep into her voice.
She laughed, but her body was still tense next to him. "You say that," she said ruefully, "because you don't want me to worry."
