Poppy and Branch started dating a couple of weeks after they came home from befriending the Bergens. This story takes place a few months after that. And yes I do know that my characters are a little off track, and I don't own any of them except for the originals. I will call out originals at the end of chapters. The majority of this belongs to Dreamworks.
The sections will be called out in bold to explain what point of view the following section is in. The first little part is in the narrator's point of view.
CHAPTER ONE
Poppy had been feeling sick lately. Her stomach has been on edge and she has barfed a couple of times. Smidge was starting to get worried.
"Poppy," Smidge said, "You should go see Dr. Moonbloom."
"Smidge, I don't think so." was Poppy's reply.
Smidge snapped back, "You have been sick for a couple of weeks Poppy, go to Dr. Moonbloom or I'll drag you by my hair."
"Fine Smidge let's go to Dr. Moonbloom." Poppy replied to prevent Smidge dragging her in public.
Poppy and Smidge started the small trek to the troll hospital and arrived shortly. When they entered, they were the only ones in the waiting area so Smidge called out for Dr. Moonbloom.
"Queen Poppy, Smidge. Pleasant surprise but what could bring you here?" Dr. Moonbloom said upon seeing them.
"POPPY'S SICK!" Smidge half yelled.
Poppy interjected, "She's over exaggerating. But I haven't been feeling as well lately."
"Very well. Smidge, wait here. Queen Poppy, come with me." Dr. Moonbloom said.
Poppy
I followed Dr. Moonbloom. I mean, I feel a little sick, but it's not too bad. I haven't exactly felt like my same self, but everyone gets sick. Right?
"Sit on the chair please Queen Poppy." Dr. Moonbloom asked of me. I did as she asked and she did her examination. After asking me several questions and asked me how long I've been feeling sick, she raised an eyebrow and went to fetch something. I didn't know what it was, so I decided to ask.
"What's that Dr. Moonbloom?" I asked.
"You don't need to know right now." she replied. That kind of worried me a little. She then said, "Go to the bathroom over there and pee on this end." I didn't know why or what it was. So I just figured it was a new way to figure out if I had the stomach bug. So I went to the bathroom and studied it first. There was kind of a white little box on it, so I figured that was where it would tell me if I had the stomach bug or not. So I peed on the end she told me to and took it back to Dr. Moonbloom after flushing and washing my hands. "Queen Poppy, would you like Smidge to come back here for this?" she asked me.
I replied, "That only tells me if I have a stomach bug right?"
She laughed and inquired again, "Want me to go get Smidge?"
She started to worry me and made me feel even more sick to my stomach, so I replied, "Yes please."
She called for Smidge and Smidge came running back. "Is she okay? Is she going to die? What will she wear at the funeral?!" Smidge blurted out at once as she came to a stop.
Dr. Moonbloom gave off a weird laugh and Smidge and I looked to each other with concern in our faces. Trolls are supposed to be happy and now I was going to die and she was laughing?
After she stopped laughing, Dr. Moonbloom replied to both Smidge and I, "She's not going to die." Smidge and I relaxed and calmed down. Then Dr. Moonbloom said, "And yes Queen Poppy is fine, she is just pregnant."
"OH. MY. GUH!" was Smidge's response while I freaked out and half yelled, "PREGNANT? How?"
Smidge just looked at me with a weird expression while Dr. Moonbloom just asked with a weird face, "Do you know where babies come from?"
I felt embarrassed. "Of course I know where babies come from."
Smidge replied, "That's good Poppy. If you didn't, I'd take you to King Peppy and let him give you 'the talk'."
I ignored her and came up with a plan. "Smidge, Dr. Moonbloom. You can't tell anybody. I need to, but first I'll talk to Branch."
Dr. Moonbloom interjected, "Poppy, based on my medical opinion, that is the most strategic decision that could be made."
After I acknowledged that I'd agreed, Smidge and I left after saying our goodbyes.
"Smidge, I need to go and speak to Branch in private."
