She kissed his forehead before pulling away, the light from the hallway illuminating her silhouette. “I love you. Sleep well, okay?”
Poppy headed down the stairs to make some tea, her gaze thoughtful as she looked around to see what changes he had made.
Surprisingly, he had put a majority of the things in boxes in proper spots, but the he had stopped in the middle of one box, presumably when she had woken up.
She smiled warmly before bending over to start rooting trough the box, picking up where he had left off.
He wouldn’t find her until he got down the stairs to the boxes. They were all empty, but Poppy was sitting next to them, her head resting on her folded arms on top of the box. She was fast asleep, her breaths soft and gentle.
He cocked his head, smiling softly before kneeling down and slipping his arms under her, picking her up as he remained careful not to wake her.
She murmured, turning in his arms and resting her head just under his collarbone. “You’re supposed to be asleep,” she mumbled, still half asleep.
"Shh," he said quietly, sitting on the couch with her in his arms, keeping her close. "I am. And so are you."
Her hand rested against his chest, her eyes staying closed. "Mm... you're... you're lying, but that's okay. I love you, Francis. I love you so much."
