Poppy Playtime Smiling Critters Bigger Bodies Novels & Stories

The warmth in her smile chased away the weight of my earlier thoughts. "Hey, Poppy," I replied, stepping closer, allowing the moment's tranquility to wash over me. She looked radiant, her hands dirty from the soil, yet her beauty was untouched. I took a moment to admire her before my gaze fell on Gemma, who was darting around, practicing her skills like a burgeoning little predator. "Look at her," Poppy said, pride shimmering. "She's always so full of life." Gemma was a blur of energy, her laughter bubbling up as she pretended to stalk an imaginary rabbit, momentarily oblivious to the world around her. I chuckled, and my heart swelled at the sight.

What on earth? “You’ll pay for that!” Poppy screeched, shaking her wings and sending tiny droplets of blackberry juice flying. She flew to the bush, picked the largest berry she could lift, then sent it careening towards the raucous laughter of Petunia and her crew. It missed Petunia but landed on a dark-haired pixie wearing a red dress. Chaos descended quickly. The battle was three pixies against one and it wasn’t a fair fight, so Josh joined in. He worked with Poppy, who looked utterly delighted to have him defend her, and barely left his side.

*Isla* Poppy flutters around the sunny sitting room, moving from light filled window to window as she spins in a soft circle. Isaac is in her arms, and seems unphased by her attempts to get any type of reaction out of him. So far, at only three days old, he is a quiet, amiable baby. “He’s too young to really smile at you, Poppy,” I say from the floor where I’m sitting with my legs crossed. I look down at the paperwork littering the floor, my hand aching as I scribble my signature on something pertaining to a grocery order for the kitchen.

The whole room was jam-packed with the whole lot of them and there was no room for any extra movement. The Skibblitz were the size of a palm. Their peach bodies were like small rounded logs with arms longer than their bulk bodies, dragging them into a slouching posture. Puffy noses as red and huge as a tomato almost concealed their small beady black eyes. And their dome-shaped heads blinked angry red neon lights. They were like little devil mushrooms. The little maniacal creatures shuffled angrily on their toeless limbs as they bared their glinting fangs at Alex and Clara. As they parted to the side to make a narrow aisle, a meter taller and puckered Skibblitz tottered towards the pair.

Meanwhile, Momo was playing with his Lego set in the room as he piled up the cute little rectangle blocks into three puppets. One of the puppets was made entirely of red blocks, which would remind one of Charmine who had a bright personality. Another was made of entirely black blocks, much like the firm Anthony. The last one was a little blue puppet, and an adorable one at that. He placed the three puppets together and his mouth curled into a happy smile. Creak! The sound of the door being pushed open was heard. The moment he noticed it was Charmine, Chris shot up immediately. “Mommy, Mommy! I want Mommy to carry me!”

Magnolia cussed. "Yeah that's what I want to say mom." Poppy's voice was heard but now she sounded young, very young. Zion carried her inside and we followed but we needed to stay in the livingroom as Magnolia took our mate away for some cleaning up. When they came back down I almost laughed but bit my tongue. Poppy was cute even if she looked furious. "Don't you dare, Orion!" She said in her very childish voice. She looked to be aroung 8 or 9 years old.

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ “Hi, my Popsieeee!” Popsie? Mommyla greeted Poppy with a huge smile, arms wide open as she welcomed her into the house. Poppy and I had just arrived after being invited over by Mommyla for a barbecue dinner. It was just going to be us tonight—Poppy’s family wasn’t joining us. “Hello, Mommyla,” Poppy responded with an equally big smile, moving in for a hug.

If Smite really wanted to deal with her she would. But unfortunately for her, Poppy wasn’t a trembling little deer anymore. No. She was a panther in training. And just like we practiced, Poppy widened her eyes so big I thought they might pop out of her skull. She didn’t blink once until fat tears started falling down her cheeks. Then she started crying so loud that it made it sound like someone had just murdered her entire bloodline. She was so convincing that even Head Maid Smite froze. Her mouth dropped as she was speechless, like she couldn’t believe Poppy had busted into tears out of nowhere. But before Smite could recover, Poppy was already defending herself.

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.

They were soon going to recognize me as their mother. “I think it is about time we name these munchkins,” Poppy commented as she pinched their cheeks while they giggled at an expression she made. They were so intelligent and I could feel them getting smarter every day. They were pretty hot shots, being born of two alpha parents. “I am tired of calling them baby one, baby two, and baby three.”