Little Dreamer- Poppy and James
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James walked into the sitting room to find Poppy curled up on the couch in one of his shirts. It was way too big on her fragile frame. But she still looked beautiful to him. She looked beautiful in no matter what she wore. Poppy was James' beautiful girl.
"I'm not beautiful James," she told him, looking over her shoulder at him. James smiled. He'd forgotten that since Poppy was a witch that she could read his thoughts without touch if she wanted to. But that meant she must have known he was there.
James walked around and sat next to her. Poppy crawled across the couch and onto his lap. He pulled her close as he ran his fingers through her soft hair. He'd stopped aging last year so he could stay eighteen while Poppy had to stay seventeen. James wanted to stay with his little dreamer for eternity. They belonged together, he couldn't live without her and she couldn't live without him. "I love you," Poppy murmured, snuggling closer to him. James smiled and held her close.
"I love you too little dreamer," he told her, knowing she would be the only one he ever said that to and he didn't plan on letting her go ever.