(Yep!) Poppy stirred the next morning, for a moment feeling the melancholy weight of Francis' absence. However, she quickly realized that there were arms around her, holding her tightly and her eyes flew open to study his face. She allowed herself a small smile before curling up closer to him, trying not to wake him up.
She lightly kissed his sternum before pulling away and slipping out of the warm bed. She stood up and headed for the living room to make breakfast, humming under her breath.
"The best I've slept all week," she replied brightly, leaning to brush her back against his chest. "You?"
