"Not yet. All I know right now is that I'm excited. Excited for everything, y'know?" He looked at the ceiling, pondering the idea.
Poppy's breaths steadied as she dozed of, her face tilted into his chest. Her shoulders rose and fell with each inhalation, and she murmured in her sleep.
Poppy woke quietly, her eyes fluttering open on the late afternoon light. She said nothing, only turning her head into Francis' chest and inhaling deeply.