These are short stories with Broppy and their children! Because I'm obsessed! (It all takes place after TBT)
You can write requests in the chapter called
"|Requests/Ideas/...|" and I explained some other relevant things there.
Warning:
Partially...
"I'm sorry Queen Poppy..." Doctor Moonbloom looked down, seeming sad.
Poppy immediately thought of worst case scenario and shook the doctor around questioning, "W-WHAT?! Is my baby dead?! Am I miscarrying?!?!"
"What no, I'm sorry your insurance has expired," the doctor held the clipboard with a piece of paper in Poppy's face, which showed an expired insurance.
The pink troll perched at the edge of the lounger with her anxious thoughts remaining, "Oh- but my baby? Is it okay?"
"Your product is perfectly fine. Steady and strong heartbeat, the eggshell is thick enough and such," the Doctor told her and showed her some test results.
Poppy breathed calmly out in happiness, "Phew, I was really scared there for a sec."
Doctor Moonbloom added, "And you're three months pregnant."
"Three months? Hmm, weird but okay," Poppy thought of how she only experienced symptoms this day and never before.
"Also, you should keep the egg in your hair at all times. Especially until month eight it's important that you mostly keep it in there for it to incubate," the doctor made clear as she spoke in a deadly serious tone.
Poppy blinked and her eyes widened with worry, "So I can't take it out at all? BUT I JUST DID WHEN I SHOWED YOU THE EGG!"
"You can take it out for short times, but it should never be longer than an hour," Moonbloom warned her.
The pink troll asked, "What happens if it's longer than an hour?"
"Then your baby could get malformation or die," the doctor said walking towards the door.
Poppy blinked startled, feeling how beads of sweat formed all over her body, "All right, I will definitely keep that in mind!"
"Good. So now that was all from me," Doctor Moonbloom opened the door to leave but was stopped by Poppy.
"Wait, I need advice, emotional advice!" the Queen grabbed the doctor's arm in desperation.
"I'm a doctor, I don't know anything about emotional advice," she told Poppy, brushing her hand off her arm.
"I know, but you're also the only person who knows I'm having a baby," the pink troll explained, hoping for the doctor to help her. "I don't know how to tell my husband, I'm scared he'll reject me." Poppy continued by telling an imaginary scenario she made up, "I mean, I can't just walk up to him and say to him 'OOO LOOK HUSBAND!!! YOUR BABY I NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT HATCHED!'"
Poppy imagined that exact scenario in her head, including what her baby could look like, and it looked something like this:
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