Dr Sawyer Poppy Playtime Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s very handsome. He bought me gelato. Pistachio and chocolate. Two scoops. He said my ponytail is crooked but I’m still a winner.” I feel my heart slam against my ribcage, once, hard. Adrian blinks slowly, like he’s processing, then that small smile returns. “Sounds like you had a fun day.” “Very fun,” Poppy says, then suddenly yawns so big all her energy seems to leave with it. Her eyelids droop halfway. “Daddy, I’m sleepy.” “Sleepy girl,” Adrian says gently. “Go get some good rest, okay?” Poppy nods, still trying to look tough, then her body just slumps sideways on the sofa. The navy ribbon stays perfectly in place. This child can fall like a sack of potatoes and somehow still look cut

Morgan murmured in her daughter's ear, watching her fight to stay awake, even if she wasn't being very successful " That's right, my princess... Get some sleep to recharge your energies and be able to play a lot more tomorrow. "As if she needed to recharge…" Charlie chuckled softly, when he finally managed to lay Poppy down in her crib without her waking up, "But at least now we can take a nap too…" She was stretching her back, when his eyes met her. they suddenly stopped at the entrance to the babies' room, narrowing in immediately “There you are! Confused, Morgan turned his head in the direction he was looking and saw Sawyer standing nearby, backing away as soon as he realized they'd seen

He looked at Sarah first, then at me, with those dark eyes that had learned very young to check adults for damage before announcing themselves. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Everything’s fine,” Sarah said. She held out her hand and he took it without self-consciousness, which a few weeks ago would have been unthinkable. Poppy appeared from behind the bar, drying her hands on her apron. She looked at us both with the sharp attention of a woman who had seen too much of the world to be fooled by composed faces. “That bad?” “We’re fine, Poppy,” I said. She made a sound that indicated she found this neither convincing nor satisfying. “I’ll put something together for the boy. He didn’t eat much.”

"Have you been crying?" Poppy rolled her eyes and turned away, suddenly occupied with something in the sink. "No." "Mm-hmm, let me just pop a couple of these so I can feel human again." He shook two tablets into his hand, popped them in his mouth, and slugged them back with a gulp of water. "So now, doll, tell Auntie Roxy what you haven't been crying about. Is this about the whole work thing? Because girl, you were fierce."

She calls out as soon as she answers the phone. "Merry Christmas Eve! How's our little guy doing?" I ask as I settle in to the couch. Rhode sits down beside me and leans his head over so he can see the screen as Poppy changes the direction of the camera. Benjamin lies down in a crib beside Poppy 's bed, which she is currently sat in. He's fast asleep and shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. "He's great. Hey Mr Billionaire, Merry Christmas Eve!" Poppy says excitedly as she catches sight of Rhode on the camera.

And he hated seeing him upset. Fuck when did he turn into such a damn pussy. Snap out of it .. he told himself. An hour and a half later he was stuffed full of popcorn and chips and chocolate .. and knew everything there was to know about Laura Ingalls and Ma, Pa, Mary, and Carrie. Sawyer was obsessed with the show almost as much as Despicable Me. And that shit was hilarious. He even wanted Quinn to tuck him in. Clearly something his sister often did. So he went in and told the kid goodnight… tucked him in even though he’d never tucked anyone in to bed before once in his life. Apparently he did good because Sawyer was smiling ear to ear.

“Can you look in the first drawer on the right side and bring me the small manila envelope please?” Samuel retrieved the envelope and handed it to me as he returned to his seat next to Poppie. I opened the envelope and pulled out a picture of three children - a boy and two girls. I turned it around and showed the picture to both of them. Poppie’s eyes instantly widened. “I have that same picture!” Poppie said pointing towards the picture. I smiled as I had known she would respond first. Sam not so much, he had never seen it before. “That’s me and Shayla when we were little. I can’t remember the little boy.”

I tease. “I don’t sniff,” he protests. “You do,” Ryder, Remy, and Callen reply in perfect unison. Before Parker can argue, the front door opens, and my heart leaps into my throat as Poppy’s cheerful voice shouts, “Hello.” She walks in wearing a bright sundress and cute sandals. She is so pretty, just like our mum. She looks at me as if she hasn’t seen me in years. Then her eyes flick to the four men flanking me, and she raises her brows.

“Ash, look. Rest assured, I’m so proud of you and how well you guys played. If I’m going to lose to anyone, I’m glad it’s you.” I bite the inside of my cheek, still feeling a boatload of nerves coming off of me in waves. “Are you positive?” My brother laughs. “Yes, dumbass! Now, change the call to video. The girls want to say hi to their favorite uncle.” I don’t think twice, as it’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen AJ’s kids and his wife. The first thing I see is his oldest daughter, Payton. I laugh, the six-year-old waving her hands at me.

Trust me when I say Drystan is so obsessed and I can barely go a day without going back to read some chapter and giggle at every scene. I am saying a very big thank you, once again. Bye!!!