The Billionaire's Regret
My reflex kicked in before my voice did, but she had already landed in a seated position with a soft thump and a giggle that was far too pleased with itself.
“What did I say.”
“I’m still alive,” she said proudly.
Adrian laughed again, this time rubbing his eyes. “That is not the standard we’re aiming for, Pop.”
“For Mommy, it is.”
“I’m deeply offended that you both know me this well.”
A few minutes later, Poppy finally calmed down, not because she had run out of material, but because her small body had started remembering what time it was. She crawled back toward me, leaned her back against my stomach, Bunny on one side, Barbie on the other, and kept talking from there.