Hey guys! This is BlackArtWhiteVoice here with another One-Shot! This one is also after the movie however has no connection to the previous one and instead of following Tough Love this one follows the movie as there is no Juniper. Depending on your guy's opinions I may make a sequel for it. So tell me what you think in a review and as always feel free to leave a review with ideas!

NerdAlert: I miss Juniper already.

BAWV: She'll be back in no time. This particular one shot just didn't have to do with her

NerdAlert: Well I'm sure it's filled to the brim with broppy!

BAWV: Most definitely. Always. Is there any other thing for it to be filled with?

NerdAlert: Hmmmmmm, meaningful story with a flowing plot well developed characters and good dialogue?

BAWV: Sounds like Broppy…

NerdAlert: Awesome then we're doing it right!

BAWV: Good. Could use more angst though...

NerdAlert: Always with the angst. We hope you all enjoy!

BAWV: Yup, remember to review with suggestions!

Booming thunder and a crack of lightning streaking across the inky sky is what awoke Poppy from her peaceful sleep. Blinking tiredly, she sought out what woke her so suddenly only to find the sound of a light rain hitting the outside of the former Princess now Queen's pod. Her mind slowly going through the process of waking up completely.

In a flash of movement Poppy was sitting ramrod straight and listening with perked ears for the awaited sound to confirm her hazy minds suspicions. After three minutes of silence the Queen of the trolls disappointedly laid back down to slip back into her sweet oblivion...CRACK! Only to immediately sit back up when the light rain outside of her pod turned into a torrential downpour.

A grin that covered the entirety of her face made it's appearance when the rain didn't immediately let up. Throwing her covers off and racing over to the window, she watched as waves of water washed down the window one after the other not appearing like they were going to stop anytime soon. In a trance like state Poppy watched as wave after wave of rain washed down her window.

As she watched the rain her mind drifted to a certain formerly grey, now her boyfriend, possible future King of the Trolls. The sudden thought of dancing in the rain with her beloved took root in her mind and refused to leave. Grinning madly, decision made, she gathered the necessary gear and after making sure she was well bundled, bounded out of her pod with her destination firmly in mind.

Branch knew there was going to be a big storm that night. As he lived underground he had to keep track of such things. He had already dug a series of smaller tunnels and divots around his bunker to lead all the water away and prevent flooding. He had a backup plan if that didn't work of course but he highly doubted he'd have to use it.

Not that there was really much left in his bunker that needed to be sheltered from water damage. After going to his old bunker to take stock of what was left from the over exuberant troll village's uninvited stay, he confirmed what he had already figured. His stock was supremely low and would need to be regathered over an unforeseeable amount of time.

Thankfully now that the Bergens were no longer trying to eat them, most of his weapons and traps were no longer needed, meaning he didn't have to carry the heavy metal on the return trip to the Troll Tree. There was only one thing in his bunker that couldn't be replaced which was why it was in the most secure room, in the most waterproof container, and under the best protection in his bunker.

Thanks to his quick thinking before he left to join Poppy on her journey not a single troll had found his stash of all the invitations Poppy had ever given him. Now safely tucked away at the heart of his new bunker. It seemed fitting that the deepest, safest, and driest part of his home was where his most prized possessions stayed.

He was broken out of his musing by a familiar pounding on the door, accompanied with an even more familiar sounding voice that had his ears perking up in equal parts delight and confusion. What would his sunshine be doing out in this kind of weather?.

"Branch! Hey Branch let me in! I've got something I want to show you!" Quickly moving toward the entrance to his new bunker he opened the door, Poppy was so proud when he actually put in a door instead of an eye slot and a trap door, and was welcomed to the sight of his girlfriend. Whom was dressed head to toe in warm clothes but still looking for all the world as if she had just jumped in a lake.

If she had walked from her pod to his bunker in this mess then that wasn't surprising, but that still left why she had braved the weather to come see him. Branch's thoughts drifted to different scenarios from something as simple as Poppy not wanting to be alone during the storm or just wanting to make sure he was okay and not getting flooded, to the extreme of the storm managed to injure someone but as she was smiling he figured it wasn't anything bad.

"BRANCH!" The impatient shout snapped him out of his thoughts only to realise he now had a soaking wet and mildly irritated girlfriend on his door step. "Were you listening to me at all?" asked an exasperated Poppy. Branch flushed a deep violet but stepped aside to allow her in as he retreated to get towels, throwing a short, "Sorry, I'll get some towels. Wait right there.", over his shoulder.

The door to his bunker made a loud slam against the howling winds outside. Poppy's violent flinch went unnoticed by Branch as he left the room to get some towels to dry her off with.

As she watched Branch's retreating back three things became startlingly clear to her.

1. Besides helping him move his things from his old bunker to this new one she had never seen the inside of his home before.
2. This bunker looked more homey than the one he had lived in for 15 years and he hadn't even been living here a week.
3. Both his old and his new bunker had one thing in common that before she didn't notice, what with trying to recruit Branch for her journey to save her friends, and that is bunkers being underground naturally felt a lot smaller than pods.

The air felt thinner and it felt harder to breath down here. She was feeling a-starting-to-become-normal-feeling whenever she was in a cramped space.

Poppy doesn't remember when it first started but she does know what it originated from. The Trollstice that never happened. When they were all stuck in that pot expecting to be eaten she had felt like the walls were closing in. She had turned grey shortly after, but Branch had brought her out of it until Bridget had set them free so there had been no time to dwell on the feeling.

Ever since that day she had been having a problem. It was a recurring problem and it always happens under the same circumstances. Always in a small, enclosed area she would start to feel short of breath, light headed, and anxious. Like if she didn't get out to open air immediately she was going to suffocate.

As had become the norm lately she started to feel her head spin from lack of oxygen and she immediately started shakily backing toward the door, feeling that if she didn't leave in the next few minutes she'd never breathe again. Her hand rested on the doorknob and twisted only for Branch to choose that exact moment to come back in with a stack of towels.

"I think these should be enough but if they're not there are some emergency blankets that could work as a towel if it's needed…" Branch stopped his sentence when he looked up and saw Poppy, back to him, with her hand on the door handle looking like she was about to walk back into that torrent.

Thoroughly confused now, Branch deposited the towels on a nearby crate filled with not yet unpacked personal items and took a concerned step forward. "Poppy, what do you think you are doing?"

Poppy flinched when she heard him ask something that was relatively simple but she had no answer to. All the while all she could think was a constantly repeating stream of Gotta Get Out, Gotta Breath, Can't Let Him See Me Like This, Gotta Leave like a broken record skipping in her head.

Poppy froze, unsure how to proceed. She didn't take her hand off the knob but she didn't turn it either. She still felt the overwhelming urge to run away from the enclosed walls and thin air but it seemed to be minutely smaller with Branch standing right in front of her looking concerned for her well being.

Even with the small comfort his presence brought she couldn't make herself relax or even turn to face him since that would require releasing the knob which was something that her steadily panicking mind refused to even consider.

Branch, sensing that something was wrong but not knowing what it was, slowly started to walk over to stand next to Poppy. He decided to try to talk to her again despite his first attempt being met by silence.

"Poppy, why are you leaving? You have to be able to hear that storm. It's not safe for you to go out right now. How you even got through it the first time without getting hit by lightning is an impressive stroke of luck. You can't seriously be thinking of going back out right now. Besides didn't you say you wanted to show me something?"

Unknown to Branch, Poppy was waging a mental war between her mind which was screaming for her to run,to ignore the storm and her own safety, and her heart which desperately wanted to stay with Branch and tell him everything.

All the times this had happened and she had been alone with no one to comfort her or help her through it. Not telling anyone out of fear of how they'd react to their happy go lucky queen being afraid of small spaces. They wouldn't understand. They hadn't been in the cage like her and Branch had been.

Her heart told her that Branch would understand and wouldn't judge. That it was okay to tell him but she was still too paralyzed by fear to actually open her mouth not to mention actually force sound out of her dry cracking throat.

She turned her helpless, pleading eyes on him in the hopes that he would somehow magically know what was wrong with her without her having to say anything out loud.

Poppy was firmly certain that if she actually managed to get her voice working enough to speak all that would come out was an unintelligent chorus of PleaseLetMeLeave IHaveToGetOut ICantStayHereRightNow PleaseMakeItStop PleasePleasePlease ICantBreath!

As if her last thought summoned it her breath left her body in one massive WOOSH and suddenly she couldn't get any air at all into her lungs. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was Branch's face set in a terrified expression as he lurched forward to try to catch her.

Branch was officially terrified out of his mind. One minute Poppy is looking at him with what he can only describe as pure terror, which sends freezing chills down his spine because he has absolutely no idea what caused it.

The next her eyes are pleading, pleading with him for something but he doesn't UNDERSTAND and something inside him snaps to full attention because something is scaring her but he isn't seeing it no matter how much her eyes BEG him to.

Then without warning and before he could react her eyes are rolling back into her head and she is falling as if she is boneless lifeless, his mind is a scrambled screaming mess because NO! She Can't Be! and it is all he can do to throw his body weight forward and try to catch her before she hits the floor.

By some miracle Branch managed to just barely slide his body between Poppy's falling one and the hard floor. With his body still recovering from the impact with the floor, his mind started tearing itself apart from fear for her life.

When he finally manages to make his body and mind act as one the first thing he does is shoots a shaking hand up to her throat to check her pulse. To this day Branch could honestly say he had never felt relief quite as potent as when he felt her pulse. Weak but there and that's all that mattered to him.

His entire body practically melted into the floor with it's relief once his mind acknowledged that her heart was still beating and she was breathing. Now that his mind wasn't overwhelmed with mind shattering panic he could think straight.

First thing he needed to do is find her a comfortable spot to lay while he tried to figure out what caused her to black out. Feeling one thousand times stronger now with adrenaline running freely through his veins he gently slid his still slightly quaking hands under her knees and her shoulders to slowly pick her up.

After balancing her against his chest and adjusting until he could walk without worry of dropping or injuring her, he began walking toward his room. The bed in there would be a good spot for her to lay down until she woke up and could hopefully explain what happened before.

Once he was standing outside his door he realised there was a problem. He couldn't open the door with both of his arms full of Poppy but he refused to put her down after the scare from earlier. He'd be surprised if she left his sight for the next week for the amount of worry she caused him.

After a few minutes of juggling he managed to shimmy the door open without disturbing his lover in his arms. Allowing himself a minute to be proud of that feat he then set to slowly and gently shifting her onto his bed and pulling the covers over her still form. His mind pitched in, "Too still. She's never still."

Branch felt his panic sharply spike again. Before it could throw his mind through a loop again he lurched forward and put his ear on her chest to hear her heartbeat.

Once he had been reassured that she was still breathing fine he looked around for something for him to sit on so he could keep watch over her only to come up empty handed. Branch looked at the other side of the bed and immediately shook his head.

If they shared a bed it would be because Poppy willingly agreed and not when she was unconscious and couldn't voice her opinion on the matter. So seeing no other option Branch settled on his knees next to Poppy and laid his head on her chest in a position where he could not only hear her heartbeat but also feel her breath on the back of his ear.

Unable to make himself go to sleep he took hold of one of Poppy's hands, interlocked their fingers, and resolved to wait right where he was until she woke again.

Slowly Poppy came back to consciousness. At first there was only vague impressions of sounds until they started solidifying into more recognizable things. The most prominent being someone else's breathing and it was very close to her. If she didn't know any better she'd say it was right on top of her…

Feeling was coming back to her now and the very first thing that snared Poppy's attention was a weight on her chest right above her heart. It wasn't disturbing her in fact for some reason the weight was comforting. It didn't seem to intend to move anytime soon either.

A familiar scent wafted up from the weight, a foresty scent mixed with a deep earthen soil. Her mind knew that scent. She just couldn't remember who it belonged to. Poppy knew it was important, that whoever that scent belonged to was important but it was still slipping through her mind like water through her fingers.

Her curiosity fully ignited now she forced her eyes to open just enough to see what the weight was. The second her eyes landed on blue skin and dark blue hair it all clicked into place. Why the scent was familiar and why the weight was comforting.

It was Branch and he...was sleeping on her chest? Now confused, Poppy tried to sit up to survey the situation more only to come to the realisation that her body felt like cinder bricks were tying her to the bed. She could feel herself start to panic again with the new development of not being able to move. She must have made some kind of sound because Branch sat upright immediately.

Branch hadn't meant to fall asleep but he wasn't asleep for more than 30 minute he guesses from the lack of marks on his face from where he was lying against Poppy. His head swiveled around to check on her only to find what woke him.

Poppy's eyes were open a slit and looking right at him. She looked as exhausted as he felt but he was relieved to see that sickening terror wasn't in her eyes anymore. However now that he actually had the time to stop and look he could see the building panic in her eyes.

It kind of reminded him of himself whenever he started thinking too deeply about the Bergens… His groggy mind snapped awake as it pieced everything together. The terror in her eyes, how she was paralyzed at the door trying to run away, her blacking out, her eyes pleading with him to understand…

Of Course! How Could I Be So Stupid! She Was Having A Panic Attack! But What Set It Off? Branch thought as he slowly stood to pop all the bones that are stiff from kneeling for so long. Only for him to freeze mid movement when Poppy, apparently under the impression that he was leaving, started desperately trying to move closer to him.

Seeing the panic building in her eyes he immediately sat next to her on the bed and after a minute of hesitation took her hand again and started stroking it to calm her down. It seemed to have the effect he was aiming for because she relaxed marginally. He was slightly relieved that she doesn't seem as scared now. Pride warmed Branch from the inside out to know that Poppy instinctually felt safe around him.

Poppy almost dropped into another panic attack when Branch went to stand but as soon as he sat back down next to her she understood that he had simply been stretching. Ashamed Poppy tried to avoid Branch's eyes as her own welled with embarrassed tears.

Branch seeing the tears started to panic, "Are you okay? Why did I ask that? You're crying of course you're not okay! Are you in pain? Are you having another panic attack? Is there anything I can do to help?!" Poppy, shocked at his worried ramble, squeezed his hand to gain his attention.

Once she had it she tried to speak through her dry and hurting throat. After a few failures and a dozen swallows she managed to whisper, "I'm sorry."

Branch, now thoroughly confused as well as worried asked, "What are you sorry for? If it's about you using the bed I don't mind. It'll probably smell like you now. Wait that sounded creepy didn't it?! I just meant that you have a very comforting scent and that if my bed smelled like it I'd have no problems going to sleep. And I am not making this any better am I?"

Branch broke off mid-ramble to blush deep violet and put a hand on his face to muffle his groan. Poppy, seeing his blush and hearing his adorable ramble, giggled and croaked out, "It's fine. You smell good too. It's not the bed although I'm sorry about that too, kneeling couldn't have been comfortable. I'm sorry you had to see me like that." Poppy looked down as she finished explaining. Branch, now understanding why she apologized, immediately started shaking his head vigorously back and forth.

"No! Poppy, never apologize for this. This isn't something you can control. Don't hesitate to come to me if you're ever feeling anxious or just want to be away from everything. You can take a nap on my bed if you want. Don't you remember what I sang to you? Just call me up and I will always be there. I meant it then and I mean it now. If you need anything, even if it's just a hug or someone to vent to I am here. Isn't that what relationships are? Two trolls who rely on each other when they need to?"

As Branch finished his reassurances Poppy, with tears in fogging her eyes, replied, "Okay. I'll come to you but only if you do the same. Deal?" Branch smiled and held his hand out for a handshake, "Deal." Poppy looked at the hand and let loose an impish smile. "I know of a better way to seal a deal."

Branch raised one of his eyebrows, "Oh? And what is that?" as he retracted his hand. Poppy ushered him closer and once he obeyed she rallied all of her strength into pushing her torso up and wrapped her arms around Branch's neck pulling them both back onto the bed. Before Branch can pull away all flustered Poppy jumped forward and kissed him.

Branch froze solid for a good two minutes. His mind fighting to comprehend what was going on. Slowly it dawned on him that Poppy was kissing him and he wasn't reciprocating so he gently pressed back. Not knowing what to do he tried to follow Poppy's lead.

Poppy, understanding this, pulled him closer still so he was kneeling over her for easier access for kisses. Using his arms on either side of her head to brace himself above her he lowered himself until they were a hair's width between their lips. This time Poppy waited for him to start it. And start it he did only much slower than Poppy.

He took his time as if he expected this to be the last time he would ever experience this. Slowly memorizing everything about the moment, Poppy's unique taste, her scent, her touch, everything ingraining into his memory so he can replay it whenever he wanted. After a languid few minutes they reluctantly parted.

Even now Branch could still see a faint spark of panic in her eyes. Even though he didn't want to, he asked, "What happened earlier? I know something set you into a panic attack and a bad one by the looks of it. If you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I understand. I just want to know how I can help you through it."

Poppy thought hard about it before lifting herself up until she was sitting. Branch moved forward, "You shouldn't be moving yet. If you don't want to answer that's fine." Poppy finally having gotten herself into a sitting position turned to Branch and said, "I don't mind telling you but I have one request."

Branch tilted his head curiously and nodded his head in the universal sign of proceed. Poppy flushed a bit, "Can I lean against you for this conversation? I really just want to be held right now." By the end of the sentence she was flushed an even brighter pink than normal. Branch flushed violet again before answering, "That is fine by me. I actually prefer you to be close for a bit. You really scared me."

Branch shifted until he was behind Poppy and pulled her so she was sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around her and his head resting languidly on her shoulder.

Poppy wiggled back into him until she found her comfy spot with her head leaned against his chest where she could listen to his heart. Now as comfortable as she was going to get for this conversation she let out a content sigh before answering.

"I didn't realise that your bunker's rooms were so small. This has happened a few times before. It started that day in the Trollstice Pot. Now if I'm in a small room I will start to panic. It's happened a few times but I managed to hide it from the others. Thankfully. They wouldn't know what to do. I'm embarrassed that you had to see me like that but I'm glad it was you. You've always been my hero in the past so why not now?"

After hearing his newly dubbed nickname Branch smiled a shy smile down at Poppy. "Your hero huh? I can get use to that title." Poppy's smile fell as she took a deep breath, "Branch I still feel scared. Can we please leave? I don't know how much more I can take. I'm exhausted and I really just want to go find a secluded spot outside and cuddle for a week. Please?"

Branch hating hearing Poppy sound so weak and defenseless and he hated even more that he couldn't do anything about it because the storm was still raging outside so they couldn't leave yet. A quiet whisper at the very back of his mind said it was worth the risk if it wiped the fear from her expression, but he couldn't listen to that whisper as much as he wanted to.

He'd never forgive himself if Poppy got sick out in the downpour. He met Poppy's pleading eyes with great difficulty and answered, "I'm sorry Poppy. We can't leave yet. It is still too dangerous for us to go outside. You've already been out in it once and I'm not sure if you'll be sick from it. If you go back out in it and you are already sick you could make your condition much worse. I know that you're scared but please think of how I'd feel if you got pneumonia or the flu? I'd be lost if something happened to you. " Branch wrapped her tighter into his arms, trying to chase off her demons and fears in the only way he was able at the moment.

He felt sickeningly guilty that Poppy was terrified of being in his bunker and he couldn't let her leave until it was safe to do so. Watching his Poppy be sick with anxiety and fighting off a panic attack while he could do nothing about it but try to comfort her by holding her as close as physically possible made his heart rage at the unfairness of it all.

That she had to suffer like this when under different circumstances this could easily be fixed. That right now he was absolutely helpless to do anything for the love of his life who had done so much for him.

It made frustration boil in the pit of his stomach while slowly making it's way through his veins with every beat of his heart. Right then and there Branch made a vow to himself. He would help Poppy through this in whatever way he could and every time in the future when Poppy needed him he would help in whatever way she permitted him to. She would never have to face this alone again if Branch had any say in it and he was set and determined that he did.

Poppy shuddered at the thought of being stuck underground for any longer but understood the logic behind it. The thought of Branch turning grey again if something happened to her made her feel physically sick to her stomach. He needed her to be healthy and strong for him because he loved her just as she loved him and if she put herself into his position she would be devastated if anything happened to him.

So with that thought in mind she took a deep breath through her nose and held it in her lungs until she had to release it. She slowly released the breath and repeated the process until she was breathing almost normally. Feeling the panic still bubbling away in her stomach she turned her body so she was sitting sideways on Branch's lap with her legs hanging over the bed and she replaced her head back onto his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

She found if she focused entirely on his heartbeat and the sound of his breathing she could almost completely block everything else outside of their little bubble and right now that is exactly what she needed.

Branch, who had gone very still the second that Poppy started shifting in the effort to not knock her off accidentally, wrapped his arms around her again. Only after lifting her up and placing her more securely in the middle of his now crossed legs did he rest his chin on top of her head and breathed in the scent of her hair.

It was an odd mix of some flowery smell and some kind of baked good that mixed together was just Poppy. A chill swept through the room making Poppy shiver harshly against Branch. Noticing this he immediately scanned the room for a warm blanket. After only finding the one that was on his bed he shifted to pull it off the mattress only for Poppy to start squirming worriedly thinking he was leaving.

"It's alright. I'm just getting the comforter off to wrap around you. I'm use to the cold down here but you aren't and you don't need any added stress until this is over and you've gotten at least 8 hours of sleep." Branch soothingly explained as he succeeded in pulling the comforter off with only one of his arms what with the other still being snugly wrapped around Poppy.

Now with his prize in hand, he tried to shift his torso away from Poppy enough to slip the blanket between them. Key word being tried, Poppy adamantly refused to be separated from the source of heartbeat even for a moment.

Branch heaved a sigh and tried to talk sense into her, "Poppy, I'm only trying to wrap the blanket around you. It'll only take a minute to slip around you. Can't you let go for just a minute? You'll be a lot warmer." His answer was for her to bury her face further into his chest and shake her head side to side.

As if to make her point that she wasn't moving anytime soon she wrapped her arms even tighter around his middle. Branch heaved a tired sigh, but stopped trying to separate her from his chest. Relaxing back onto the wall behind his bed he settled down to try to find a way to wrap her in the blanket without removing her from her chosen perch.

After a few minute of a shivering Poppy in his lap that refused to be wrapped in the blanket an idea struck him. He shimmied his arm out of its spot around Poppy and wiggled it under her dangling legs. Once he was sure he had a secure hold on her he lifted her legs so they were curled up with the rest of her body in his lap.

Poppy unburied herself enough to look up at him curiously only for understanding to dawn when he used his still free arm to wrap the blanket around the both of them and tucked the edge under Poppy's chin. Then he returned his arm under the cocoon to wrap back around her shoulders which was quickly becoming that arms normal place.

Feeling the blanket trapping both her and Branch's body heat around her had her instantly feeling warm and toasty all the way from her hair to her toes. Poppy shot a weaker version of her normal beaming smile up at Branch as she nestled back into the new cocoon blanket he had made around them.

Once he saw that Poppy was warm and relaxed he rested his head against hers and prepared himself for what was probably going to be a few more hours of wait time until the storm was over.

When morning rolled around it found the two still wrapped in their blanket cocoon although at some point in the night Branch had slid from his sitting position into a lying position with Poppy still firmly stuck to his chest. The blankets which just last night had resembled a tight and cozy cocoon now resembled a loose nest wrapping around their twined bodies.

Slowly Branch blinked his tired eyes in the attempt to drag himself full into the land of the waking. The first and most dominant thought he had was that he was both very warm to the border of being sweltering and that he had just gotten the single best night of sleep he had since his grandma was taken by a burgen those many years ago.

A sudden shifting on top of him led his attention to the reason for both the good rest and the extra warmth that he could definitely get use to. Poppy, whose hair was now messed and sticking up in every which way, looked like she hadn't twitched from her position right over his heart once the entire night. An impressive feat as she was usually a restless sleeper, or so she had been on the night they camped outside of the troll tree.

Branch took a good long look at Poppy sprawled out on top of him looking for all the world like he was the best mattress in the world. As he watched her a thought squeezed into his mind and made itself at home, "I could get use to this." After thinking it the thought refused to be uprooted from its new home front and center in Branch's brain.

Waking up to Poppy like this every morning, sleeping entangled with her all night, being the only one to see the usually put together and collected Queen in the early hours of the morning, these were all thoughts that crossed his mind as Branch worked himself up to waking her up. Each thought bringing with it a mental image that was too sweet to ignore, each picture filling him with an unfamiliar longing for something he had never even dreamed possible.

That one little thought opened a whole new world of possible opportunities to Branch and all he would have to do is ask Poppy one simple question. Well it wouldn't be that simple he knew. If they did move in together he would have to leave his bunker behind. He would never ask her to live here when it causes her the amount of panic it does.

Maybe he could turn it into storage space for the village's stock of supplies? Not to mention he had been living alone for 20 years now, would he grow tired with Poppy's chipperness and closeness? Just as that thought started to darken his excited thoughts Poppy shifted again and released a comfortable sigh along with a single happy hummed word, "Branch".

When she said his name like that it was all Branch could to not to spontaneously combust from all of his blood rushing to his cheeks in the biggest blush he had ever felt and his heart feeling like it was expanding to fit his entire ribcage wasn't helping his situation. In that instant

Branch realised that he would never be tired of Poppy and the fear that he might was too ridiculous a notion to consider. In that instant, Branch realised that this moment was the single best moment of his life and if the price to pay for seeing this moment every day was giving up his personal space then so be it.

It was more than a fair tradeoff for the gift he would be receiving each and every morning and that's not even factoring in the many amazing moments they would have along the way. Yes moving in together was an amazing idea. Now the important question. How will he ask Poppy?

The day Branch decided the best sight he had ever seen was Poppy in the morning intertwined with him was the day he resolved to ask to move in together so he could see his favorite sight every morning every day for the rest of his life.

BAWV: And voila! It is done and in a weeks time too! Alright guys I hope you enjoyed it and as always I hope to hear from you. Cyber HighFive!