"Rachel! How's Mollie?"
"She's okay. Is Poppy ready?" Rachel answered, striding through Eddie's front door.
"She should be, but knowing her she's not."
"Has she been okay?"
"Yeah, very quiet though."
"Not surprising. She was probably very worried about her friend."
"Maybe… Look, Rachel. I don't think that it's a very good idea to leave her with me again. Least, not until we've gone more public together."
Rachel spun around on her heels. "It was 1 night Eddie. 1 single night! You know I wouldn't have asked if I really didn't need to."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
"Apology accepted. Now where's Poppy? We're going to be late picking Olivia up!"
"Here I am!" Poppy called from the doorway.
"Oh good! Have you got all your stuff? We need to get going. See you on Monday, Eddie," Rachel called as she ushered Poppy out.
Poppy didn't stop asking questions until she got home. "Was Mollie okay? Why was the baby born early? Was it okay?" Rachel tried her hardest to answer Poppy's questions as truthfully as possible, but even she didn't know how to answer some of them. "Poppy, why don't you save these questions for Mollie? I'm sure she'd like to answer them. Anyway, your social worker is coming over this afternoon. She's got a very special project for you."