═══𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 ;
𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 💚
𝗖𝗢𝗗: MW2 2022
Oc female x Simon Riley!
Started: 1st November 2022
Completed: 27th January 2023
Edited: 5th October, 2025
(I don't own any of the C...
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╭──────────╮ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 ╰──────────╯
The only time in Poppy's life that she recalled ever freezing in fearsome shock was when she gave birth to her newborn daughter.
She had taken the familiar inhale of a clean breath and had exhaled in a couple of seconds to somewhat relax her shaking body. Her midwife had revealed that her baby was almost here, she just had to take one last strong push and it would all be over.
She would be able to hold her infant against her perspiring chest. Her skin was currently glossed in a thin layer of sweat which made her flesh glow golden at the ceiling lights that hung over her scintillating.
Dark strands of her hair that had escaped her bun had glued themselves to her damp temple at some point during pushing. The heat her body had produced and was enshrouded in was making her hair stick up in all sorts of directions.
To anyone who may have looked at her, it might've just appeared as though she had just woken up from a deep sleep and had a serious case of bedhead.
If only she could say it was that. Sadly, it wasn't. It was simply the fact that she had been up for hours with stabbing contractions making her sharply inhale and squeeze her eyes shut to alleviate the pain.
All the sergeant wished for was to hold her baby in her trembling bare arms. She would soon cradle her vernix caseosa-covered little girl against her cozy chest with a loving hold. She would hear the piercing cries of her Alba ring in her eardrums.
Her mother Kirsty had been by her side the whole time she had been pushing. Each desperate suck-in of oxygen and every expiration of a breath was praised as she pushed. Her mum's words were encouraging and powerful to motivate her to bring her daughter and her mother's granddaughter into the world.
When the pressure got too unbearable, Poppy would audibly groan. Her face would twist into a scrunched expression of a grimace. It was always noticeable as her nose would squidge and her eyebrows would weave together.
Her knuckles turned a snow white as she curled her hands into iron fists and prepared to take her final push.
Seconds ticked by as she groaned lowly and blinked her eyes shut, preventing the room of people around her from seeing her shimmering hemlock irises. Tears burned her eyes and clouded her vision.
She crushed Kirsty's hand in her very own as she tucked her chin close to her collarbones and brought her thighs closer to her attired chest.
