Sofia the First Ship Appreciation Week 2022

Summary: Aqua's Shipping Week 2022 Prompts

Disclaimer: I don't own StF. Any OCs you see in here belong to me except Nana and Tanya, who belong to MarionetteJ2X.

A/N: This prompt is for Greylock/Ivy (affectionally known as Greyvy, lol). This takes place when Ivy is pregnant with Zinnia.

Chapter 2: Flowers (Greyvy)

"Just a few more weeks until your little one arrives," Miss Nettle cooed playfully, hovering over Ivy as she tried to work on writing something down. "Are you excited?"

"Excited for the kid to have a bed instead of being my roommate, yes," the princess joked lightly as she sighed. "I hate how kind and maternal this is making me… It's so outside my nature."

"Sweetheart, you've kind of 'been outside your nature' for a few years now. That's what being friends with Princess Sofia will do to you."

Ivy laughed. "True." She looked up when she saw Greylock entering into the room, a pot of flowers in his arms. "Hey, where have you been? I thought you were going to help me finish this list for the baby's room."

"I was, but I got distracted," he admitted sheepishly as he sat down on the sofa next to her. "Here, for you."

She smiled and set the quill and pad aside, observing the flowers before her. "Oh, wow, these are…really colorful." She was getting better at appreciating the different hues around her, though some she still found exceptionally bright. "What are they?"

"They're zinnias, dear," Miss Nettle told her, seeming almost giddy. "Aren't they lovely? They liven up any garden. They symbolize friendship and affection too, which is just adorable, since your darling husband here brought them to you."

"Though I think we're a little more than friends at this point," Greylock laughed, his hand warmly caressing her tummy. "And how is our little flower today?"

"Active," Ivy grumbled, handing the plant off to Miss Nettle so she could handle it. "I swear this kid is going to be a dancer or something. Always active and outgoing." She eyed her husband playfully. "Must take after you."

He smiled. "Don't worry, love." He tugged some of her hair before kissing her cheek. "The next one will take after you."

"Ri—uh, excuse me?" She scoffed as he snickered. "Greylock, you are not allowed within a foot of me for at least five years after this kid is born. Unless you want to carry the next baby."

"I don't think that's quite possible, darling… I'm not a seahorse, after all." He managed to scoot at little closer to her, humming quietly as she rolled her eyes before leaning into his embrace. He kissed the crown of her hair, his lips forming a smile as he whispered, "So much for staying away from me."

"Shut up." She pushed him onto the sofa and against a plush set of pillows, kissing him deeply.

Miss Nettle ignored them as she set the pot on the table, pouring some water onto the soil, caressing the petals tenderly. "There you are, little zinnias. Make yourself at home."

The end

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