Poppy quickly changed into her pajamas, her standard tank top and shorts. When she was done, she pulled her hair back and sat on the bed, waiting for Francis.
"Sounds good," she said, kissing his cheek once more, her lips soft against his stubble. "And we can beat up your brother in our dreams!"
She looked down at him, her knees pulled to her chest. "Hey," she said quietly, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "We're going to get married."
She laid down next to him, her legs curling underneath her. Her hand came up to his face, and her thumb rubbed small circles on his jaw. "It's crazy," she said. "I keep thinking about it. I'm going to marry you, Francis!"
She kissed him, her hands holding his face. "Me too. It's going to be wonderful. We're going to live out our lives together! You and I!"
"Rule the world, huh?" she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest. "Say more nice things."
"You're my most favorite person in the entire world," he said softly into her hair. "And I'm excited to spend the rest of my life with you."
