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It's never been an easy task to pull something like this off. But with enough finances and kickass time management, the restaurant is going to be up and running by the end of the week.

I'm holding a bouquet of lilies when I open the door to our house in New York. It's an early Tuesday morning and I know that Poppy is going to be really anxious and overwhelmed.

"Baby?" I call for her, already assuming that she might be upstairs getting ready. But to my surprise, she's in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water and reading the newspaper. Her headphones are against her ears, and her focus on the words in front of her makes me smile. Fuck, I've missed this—I've missed her. Waking up to her snoring at two in the morning is something I look forward to everyday, even though it's one of the most annoying things in the world—having her hogging the covers, and taking up all the space on the bed—I really miss all of that. But what I miss the most is watching her sleep. It's the most innocent thing in the world, when her body slowly moves with each breath, and her mouth hangs ajar with every snore. She's not the perfect sleeping companion, but she's my beautiful wife, who I can't live without.

"Scarlet?" She smiles at me and rests the newspaper onto the counter. Standing up, she walks closer, the glimmer in her eyes making my heart melt.

"Hey baby, I've missed you," she pulls me into a hug and holds me tightly, causing the flowers to slip out of my grasp.

"I missed you more," she's almost suffocating me. But I love it.

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