..::Poppy::..
Once Thomas went to sleep the two had time for themselves. They decided to watch a movie, but Poppy’s mind was overwhelmed by many thoughts.
Q. - What’s up? - 
P. - I’m.. I’m fine. - 
Q. - No, you’re not. Is it about my son? - 
P. - No, he’s great. Thomas is such a good boy. - 
Q. - But? - 
P. - There’s any “but”, it’s just… I don’t want to take her place. - 
Q. - Oh! - he took a deep breath. - I’m not looking for a mother for my son or a wife to fill the other side of the bed. Bridget is dead and I have a son to grow, but that doesn’t mean I no longer have the right to love again. - he tightened her hand. - When I met you I didn’t think I’d fall in love with you, but it happened. I didn’t think I could be more capable of it. You’re fantastic and beautiful, intelligent and brilliant. I’m so lucky to have met you. But if you don’t feel like being with me because of Thomas then I won’t blame you and I’ll let you go. -
P. - I’m sorry… It’s not… I want to be you, I really like Thomas and to be with both of you. I just wanna be sure to do the right thing, I don’t want to be a sort of replacement. -
Q. - You’re not!! Trust me! I love you, Poppy! - 
P. - Oh Quinn, I love you, too. -

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