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Haze
Everything seems foggy. Foggy and disoriented.
Bert grins, twirling in the ruined chalk drawings. Rain pours down, sending dyed chalk-water sloshing around the sidewalk and into the gutters. His hair is soaked but he couldn't possibly care less.
Thunder claps overhead and he vaguely wonders if Mary made it home alright. He shakes the thought from his head. It's Mary. Even if she were caught out in the storm, the rain would never dare fall on Mary Poppins' head.
He grins just thinking about her. Mary. His Mary.
Yes, his.
Well, inasmuch as Mary would allow herself to be anyone's, and he is most certainly belongs just as much to her.
She had kissed him. Reached right up in the middle of his chalk drawing and pulled his lips to hers. Not a word of warning, not even a look. Just a sudden gesture and suddenly he was in heaven.
Mary Poppins had kissed him. She hadn't run away after, just allowed him to grin like an idiot and wrap an arm around her waist, though she had shrugged out of his grip the moment they had approached the children.
But that didn't matter. It doesn't. Mary Poppins kissed him.
He spends the rest of the day and a good chunk of the next in a haze of happiness.