Poppy Playtime Characters Novels & Stories

I continued my barrage of jokes, moving my body to face Poppy, “Wanna play sticks and talk?” “You had me at ‘Wanna’, girl.” Poppy replied, sticking out her fingers, as we engaged in an intense tournament of sticks, while talking about all of the different clothing combinations I could have. As I expected, Poppy annihilated me at sticks once again, and I didn’t win a single game. Thankfully, once Poppy and I had finished our very cathartic reminder of the good things in our life here, it was around lunch time, and we had gathered enough of a drive to actually get something to eat.

“We need more formula for Michelle and get the toddler one for Poppy and Clover. They need more than just juice.” “Yes captain.” He said as he walked back and got the formula cans for Michelle and the toddler powder they had talked about getting Henry a few times. When he walked back he saw another set of older woman getting ready to go in for a few comments at Deanna and the kids. He swore under his breath. When he got to the cart he placed everything else in and then looked around at the toys and blankets. He picked poppy up first and then walked over to the selection. “Which one do you want princess Poppy?” Poppy didn’t understand what he was asking so he picked one off the shelf and he a

Kara said as she pouted like a little kid. “Please, Ellie!” Liam said, trying to copy Kara’s expressions. I chuckled at his horrible attempt at looking cute. “What’s in it for me?” I asked as I looked between Kara and Liam. Liam opened his mouth to say something but closed it when he realised that he had nothing to offer. “We can discuss our boy problems and do each other’s hair and nails!” Kara told me in an excited voice. “You are having boy problems?” I asked her as I glanced at Liam. Liam was looking questioningly at Kara.

one of them sneered, kicking the back of Dante’s knee. He hit the floor with a grunt. I swallowed hard, refusing to get even more attention by causing a fuss. The one farther away—the same one with the stinky mouth, was spinning a metal rod over his shoulder. His grin widened when our eyes met. “Well, look at this. I didn’t realise we were babysitting royalty,” he said, squatting beside me to show a picture of me and Dante’s side profile taken by paparazzi. “A billionaire and a washed-up model. Y’all gotta be worth something.”

"Nicole, this is my birthday present for you! Happy birthday! I hope you stay pretty every day." Nicole took it, already smiling, but paused after a closer look. Something about it felt…off. "What did you draw?" she asked. There were circles, triangles, and rectangles all over the page. It looked a little abstract. Then again, Poppy was five. Expectations had to stay realistic. Poppy leaned in to explain. "This is Zeph, this is you, this is me, and this is Cola. We're all holding hands and living happily in the same house."

I tease. “I don’t sniff,” he protests. “You do,” Ryder, Remy, and Callen reply in perfect unison. Before Parker can argue, the front door opens, and my heart leaps into my throat as Poppy’s cheerful voice shouts, “Hello.” She walks in wearing a bright sundress and cute sandals. She is so pretty, just like our mum. She looks at me as if she hasn’t seen me in years. Then her eyes flick to the four men flanking me, and she raises her brows.

Theo was explaining goat ownership plans. Poppy was drawing family pictures. Harper rested against Noah. Daisy rested against Roman. For a while nobody spoke. The comfortable kind of silence. The family kind. Then Poppy suddenly looked up from her drawing. "I forgot something." Everyone looked over. "What?" Harper asked. Poppy held up her picture. There were stick figures everywhere. Noah. Harper. Theo. Herself. Roman. Daisy. Lillie. And several tiny new figures. "What are those?" Noah asked.

"I really appreciate you indulging her." Cyprus merely nodded. "It wasn't a problem." Dani gently touched Poppy's shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart." She smiled warmly. "It's time for your nap." Poppy looked down at Octopus, gave the toy one more affectionate squeeze, then nodded. "Okay." She turned back toward Cyprus. Unlike Hazel, she didn't barrel into him with reckless affection. Instead, she simply lifted one small hand in a wave. "Bye-bye." The shy smile on her face was enough. Cyprus surprised himself by lifting his own hand in return. "Goodbye, Poppy."

Poppy was almost nine years old and though she knew she was not a boy, she was still hell bent on acting like one, not wearing anything that Rhea bought her, rather preferring to steal Theo's clothes. Fortunately Ivy was a very different from Poppy, she actually acted like a flower, her last daughter had glided into the world with grace and at three years old, she still acted like she was the first princess to grace the land. She cried at any sight of dirt and fighting, and in house full of boys - all of Rory's entire army and girls who tried to act like boys, she was always crying. The mere sight of Ivy annoyed Poppy and Rhea did not know how to handle it, the two girls basically opposite p

she replied "I don't hiccup like you in hiccup shirt remove it hiccup" what this girl is doing is she having any idea she pouted her lips aww my cute princess I removed my shirt her face is glowing like anything she is caressing her name iam just looking at her cute antics she is playing with my abs by counting and poking this girl really childish I asked "do you like them"