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Poppy pressed her forehead to my chest. “I’m two seconds away from falling over.”
With a satisfied sigh and a chuckle, I pressed a tender kiss to Poppy’s lips. “Then let’s get you out of here, babe. I can’t have you drowning on me.”
I pushed back the shower curtain, and the steam dissipated around us as we dried off.
“How long do you think it will be before Rocky brings the puppies to us?” Poppy asked.
I chuckled and walked into the bedroom. “I give it two hours tops,” I laughed.
Rocky had been relentless in his plea to take care of Harley and Davidson tonight, and despite Olive and Cue Ball’s initial refusal, I caved in and said yes. Cue Ball warned me that if there were any issues, Rocky would be sent our way, given that I was the one who had agreed.
Saying no to Rocky was proving to be quite the challenge. I couldn’t help but feel like the fun uncle, not bound by the same rules as his parents.
Poppy stood in the bathroom doorway, towel-drying her hair before gathering it into a loose bun on top of her head. Her playful remark pulled me from my thoughts, having my way with her one more time before we fell asleep. “So that means we probably shouldn’t sleep naked tonight.”
I rummaged through the dresser drawer, pulling out a pair of boxers and an old shirt of mine for Poppy. I tossed it to her and chuckled, “I’ll still have easy access if you wear that.”
She slipped into the shirt, and the fabric hung loosely on her curvy frame. “This thing hits me at the knees, Yarder. I think I’m more covered than if I was wearing my normal pajamas.”
I shrugged nonchalantly as I pulled on my boxers. “I guess I just like seeing you in my shirt.”
I turned off the light, and we climbed into bed. I drew Poppy into my arms, relishing in the warmth of her body. “I’m starting to think you just like me in general,” she mused, laying her head on my shoulder.
I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Took you long enough to figure that out,” I teased.
She playfully patted my chest. “Shh, we need to sleep before Rocky and the puppies bust in here.”
“Is this what it’s like to have kids?” I chuckled, the thought amusing me.
Poppy’s response was laced with humor. “It’s probably the same but much more intense, Yarder. We can put puppies in their kennels if they are naughty. I think there are laws against that for kids.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from my chest. “You might be right,” I agreed.
I snuggled up to Poppy, and her steady breathing soon lulled me to sleep, wrapped in her warmth.
Poppy
The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside; the sound of Harley and Davidson’s whimpers filled the air. They hurriedly made their way to the patch of grass they liked to piddle on and then romped and rolled around with each other.
It was well past two, and I had been awoken by Rocky sleepily tapping me on the shoulder. “They won’t stop crying,” he complained, then quickly headed back to his room.
I had thought about waking up Yarder but just tossed back the covers and led Harley and Davidson to the backyard. I was sure they just needed to go potty and maybe play a little bit before they went back to sleep.
After about ten minutes of them running around the backyard, I called for them to come inside, but just Davidson came running. “Where is your sister, buddy?” I asked him.
He sat at my feet and stared in the direction of the corner of the fence.
“Harley!” I called out frantically, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for any sign of her.
Seconds ticked by as I waited for her just to come trotting to my voice, but she didn’t. Just as panic threatened to consume me, Yarder burst outside, his expression one of pure fury. He was haphazardly buttoning his pants, and his boots were untied.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” he growled, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger.
“I-I was just taking them out for a quick potty break,” I stammered, my voice trembling with fear as I looked around for Harley. Davidson trotted over to Yarder and sat at his feet.
Yarder’s jaw clenched with anger, but before he could say anything, Pirate and Stretch emerged from the clubhouse.
“What’s going on?” Pirate asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he approached us.
