Chapter 34

Poppy

Daddy was actually home!

I yanked up my skirt and raced down the stairs to the living room just in time for the front door to open, and there he was. He had his black jacket on, his tie slightly loosened, looking exhausted and beautiful and like everything I had been missing for nine whole days. His eyes found me, and my breath snagged.

"Hi baby,"

I crossed the hallway and pressed myself into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist, face buried in his shirt. He smelled like his cologne; I took in deep drags greedily.

His arms came around me. "Did my little Poppy...