Dr Sawyer Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Ever since he got back, Draven had been tied up with a mountain load of work and only came to visit when I was already asleep. I wouldn’t have even know he’d come at all if Nellie hadn’t mentioned it to me in passing one morning. “Who’s he pretending to be busy for?” She snorted coldly. “He’s obviously feeling guilty about getting involved with someone he shouldn’t have.” My heart came to a crashing stop in my chest and I stared at her for two seconds before asking, “what?” “Poppy!” She announced, her voice taking on the tone of someone eager to share gossip. “I saw the both of them together a few days ago. The way she was clinging on him, you would have thought she was in heat.”

Sarah stood there, her black dress clinging to her curves, her blonde hair loose, her eyes sharp with that calculating glint I’d come to dread. “Ethan,” she said, her voice syrupy, fake. “You’re up. Good.” She held a folder, her manicured nails tapping the edge, a smile playing on her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. “What do you want, Sarah?” I asked, my voice flat, my casted arm aching as I shifted on the couch. She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood, and tossed the folder onto the table, papers spilling out. “I need your signature,” she said, her tone light, but her eyes hard. “It’s for our baby, you know.”

“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."

I ask her as I open my fridge, absolutely nothing, will need to do a food shop as soon as possible. "Terrible; I'm trying to be a good student and start studying a little ahead of time for my exams but it's just not working. Please tell me you can come and hang out with meee?" I grin at her desperate plea. "I won't come and hang out, but I have just been given my first payment from Daddy Whitlock and I'm in the mood to have a bit of fun. Want to shop for food and furnishings with me" "I'll be there in 20 minutes, be ready downstairs" Her serious tone makes me laugh, there is nothing that Poppy loves more than a little bit of retail therapy, whatever the kind. If there were things to be bough

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.