Broppy Oneshots 💕

Good Morning

|Poppy needs to get up for work, but she isn't moving|

Branch walked into their shared bedroom that morning, smirking as he heard the alarm clock beeping on the small shelf beside Poppy's side of the bed.

Poppy's form under the covers and blankets didn't move from the noise.

Branch went over and turned off their alarm clock. Then he reached out for his wife and have her back a gentle caress. "Poppy. Time to get up and ready."

 "Mhm," was the answer, still not moving.

Branch sat down on the bedo. Poppy was asleep on her stomach, and he leaned over her back to pull out a small strand of her hair from her ponytail and gave it a gentle tug.

 "You have a birthday for to go to, a few errands to run, you have to do the morning song still, and you haven't-"

 "Branch," Poppy moaned from under the pillow. "I know what my routine is."

 "Then why aren't you standing up?" he asked, grinning.

 "Because," was her answer. He watched her nose dig deeper into the pillows and blankets .

Branch waited. But after a bit he heard her soft light breathing, a sign she had fallen asleep. Again. 

 "Hoo boy, can't believe I have to resort to this," he sang, actually not minding in reality.

Poppy shifted slightly from the sudden sound of his voice. Then her eyes shot open and she gave a squeal as Branch climbed into the bed beside her, snatched off the blankets covering her head, and have her neck a quick yet tender peck.

She giggled and turned to him, her eyes all red. "Branch, don't."

 "Don't what?" he asked innocently.

 "You're not as funny as you think you are." But she didn't hide her tired yet giddy smile.

 "And you aren't as tired as you think you are," he stated back. "Why don't you get out of bed?"

 "No." The answer was quick and curt, and she slid back under her blanket again.

He knew what she was doing. She just wanted him to kiss her again.

Branch sat there, not giving it to her. After thirty seconds, she peeked her head out, wondering if he was still there.

As soon as he saw the flash of magenta, he leaned over and kissed her nose.

She giggled again and quickly hid right back under the covers. 

Branch wasn't just sitting there again. He climbed over her to the other side of the bed, his side, and took a few of his pillows and threw it over on the floor of Poppy's side. Then both of his hands reached over and began to push against her left hip.

 "Branch!!" Her face came out again, realizing what he was doing. She looked giddy, excited, yet a bit scared. "Don't you dare--!!"

 Branch ignored her. Staring straight into the eyes that often made his knees weak, he grinned and kept pushing and pushing, and she rolled over and-- 

With a squeal she tumbled into the floor, straight into the pillows he had placed on the ground.

Branch laughed and Poppy sat up, her smile bright but her voice indignant. 

 "Help me up," she said as if she was grumpy and irritated with him.

 Branch reached out his hand to oblige, but as soon as her fingers wrapped around his habd, she gave a tank and he came tumbling down as well, right on top of her.

He rolled off and they both were laughing now, hard, and full of joy. This was only a kind of fun they could have with each other.

Poppy turned to Branch, her laughter slowly dying down, and her smile never fading, watching him as he continued to do his low chuckle that she loved so much.

Branch noticed her watching him, his smile becoming more gentle, and he reached over, pressing his hand against the back of her scalp while his fingers ran through her hair, and gently brought him towards her while he leaned over as well.

The kiss was gentle and tender. Loving and sweet. Soft and-- Poppy sighed happily through it-- everything.

How did she ever live in a period of her life where he didn't kiss her at least once every day?

Slowly Branch pulled apart, smiled, and whispered, "Awake yet?"

 Poppy giggled. "Even if I wasn't, there's no way I could go back to sleep." And she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him closer, her eyes closed not to fall asleep, but from comfort.

 "Good." His chuckle bubbled up again. "Nice to know I'm doing my job correctly."

And they stayed there for another ten minutes, on the floor, on top of the pillows, just cuddling until Branch told her that they'd better get up now before they never got up again.

And still, they waited another fifteen minutes after that.

I don't know, this was just fun to write. These two are so silly, and they'd be even sillier married, I feel like, and do things like this. Love'em 💕.