Broppy Oneshots 💕

Anniversary

| Poppy wants to give Branch's the best anniversary that he deserves (duh-) |

The rain was dreary, cold, and yucky. Puddles were everywhere Branch stepped, and he couldn't help getting his clothes dirty from the mud as well.

Branch paused on his trek to check his cape. "Blugh." Mud was all over that as well. He hoped King Peppy wouldn't ask him about before he had it cleaned, though Branch knew how highly unlikely that was.

Peppy was always asking about his cape and crown since he had given them to Branch, but you would think he would understand when you couldn't keep them clean all the time.

Of course he didn't though. Sighing, Branch continued on his hike through the rain and muck.

It was Friday night. Tomorrow, Saturday, he would have a day off from his kingly duties. It had been harder since Melody, their new baby daughter, had been born, since Poppy had needed to stay home and take care of her, leaving more of her duties to him than usual.

Branch didn't mind that part as much-- the problem was that Poppy never rested as much as she should have been, so he was spending more time worrying about her and hoping she and the baby were alright than actually focusing on his work.

This caused him to be done at around dinner, 5:30 or so, and he was always excited to get home. Usually he would find King Peppy there with maybe Viva and Clay, offering to help Poppy with Melody, and he would always find a hot meal ready for him.

The meals weren't the best. Poppy still hasn't perfected her cooking skills and usually burnt the food, but he was always too tired to notice.

This particular day he was definitely exhausted. He was ready to eat whatever Poppy had for him, then dive under the covers and sleep.

Man, that sounded so good right then.

Quickening his steps, he finally reached The Royal Pod he and Poppy had been persuaded to move into when they were and when Branch became king. Branch didn't like it at first, but within the past year, they had managed to make it into a cozy little home.

Up the small stairs he went, and then he stopped at the door, wiping his feet. He noticed how quiet it was inside.

That was unusual.

Slowly he entered, peeking in cautiously. He stepped inside fully and called out gently, "Poppy? Are you home?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he hoped the baby hadn't been asleep. Wouldn't be the first time he walked in and woke the baby accidentally.

No answer. No baby cry, no shout of greeting, nothing.

Branch frowned as he wrung out his cape into a bucket near the door. Water dripped from it, and when he was done, the cape was all wrinkled and ruined.

He sighed and hung it on the hook right beside the front door, along with his crown. Then he entered the kitchen to see if his wife was possibly in there.

She wasn't. But that wasn't what alarmed him. The kitchen was not only sparkling clean, but cutely decorated. Small candles burned everywhere, on the table, on the counters, a few strands of lit different colored paper lanterns were strung overhead, and a nice tray of food was set in the center of the table.

Branch lifted an eyebrow. A fluffleberry cake sat on the far edge of the table, set aside for later, as well.

Okay, something fishy was definitely going on.

"Poppy?!!" Branch shouted , walking out the kitchen towards their bedroom. "Honey, where are you?!"

 "Branch?"