So I was planning out the plot for the request KarenaMay2005 gave me, but then I thought: what if, I made her request the third part of Coup De Foudre? The request is almost exactly what I had in mind for the ending, so I decided to do it. 

It has been a few months since the bunker incident. Poppy was been preparing invitations for the biggest, loudest, craziest party ever, when suddenly she felt a wave of nausea flood over her. Immediately running to her bathroom, she got there just in time for her to throw up over and over in the toilet. I'm probably coming down with the flu, She thought. Sighing as she cleaned up her face, she walked-well, crawled back to her bed and covered herself with the sheets. What was wrong with her? Was she sick, or was it something else? A possible answer flickered in the back of her mind, but she ignored it, and instead concentrated on finding a reason for the sickness. Usually she would jump out of bed and start the morning song the second she woke up, felt exhausted for some reason, as if all her energy had been drained out. Meanwhile, her father had been waiting for Poppy to come down for breakfast, but she never did. So he went upstairs to her room, hoping to get answers. Peppy stood before her door, deciding whether he should knock. But before he could, the door swung open.

His daughter stood before him, with bags under her eyes, her face tiresome, her eyes cold and lifeless. Poppy looked like she hadn't slept for days. Peppy was about to question her but then she rushed to the bathroom, throwing up again. "Poppy, are you alright? Are you- oh my, you are!" She stared at him. "What do you mean, Dad?" He took in a deep breath. "Okay, this might be hard to take in, but you are pregnant. When your mother was pregnant with you, she had sickness as well. Now the only question I have is, who is the father." Her eyes widened. She never told anyone about that night. But she trusted her father, and he'd find out eventually. "Well, do you remember that night when I was at a sleepover with the Snack Pack a couple of months ago? I wasn't at a sleepover." He nodded. "Mm. Please wait here, I have to go get something ." He went off and returned with his walking cane. "Okay, please continue." Poppy took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself, before continuing. "Okay well, months ago, I went over to, to-" Oh god, should I say his name or not? Dad could go crazy if he knew it was Branch! But what would Dad say if he found out that I've fallen in love with him and he's the father? Oh, who am I kidding? If I lie, I could get into even more trouble. I might as well tell the truth. 

"Okay, well, I went over to Branch's bunker to invite him to a party, but then a storm came. We figured that it would be better for me to stay at his bunker, so he let me stay. When it became dark, he offered me his bed, saying he could sleep on his couch. But I said no, and told him that he could sleep with me. It took a while to convince him, and when he finally did, he laid down next to me.....without his vest." She mumbled the last part, but Peppy heard her anyway. "So, I thought he was asleep, and without thinking, I accidentally...kissed him. But once I did, he woke up, and everything went crazy. Now Dad, this might be hard to take in, and please don't be mad, but we, um, had.....sex." She hung her head, too embarrassed to face him. King Peppy, on the other hand, had the biggest grin on his face. She was confused; Why would he celebrate this? He threw his cane to the side and ripped his clothes off, and began dancing in his underwear. Finally, there was a chance for Branch to be happy! "Oh Poppy, is this why you didn't want to tell me before? It's okay, because I 100% approve! Wait, have you told him?" She rubbed her arm sheepishly. "No, not yet." "Poppy, you have to. He is the father of your child. He deserves to know." Poppy smiled confidently. "You're right. I'm going to tell him. I'll be back okay? But first, can you put your clothes back on? Eh, who cares anyway? Well bye Dad!" Poppy zipped past her father, who smiled as he watched her run out. "Ah, young love."

Poppy ran as fast as her legs could take her, until she finally made it to his bunker. She repeatedly knocked on his door, if you could call it one. "BRANCH, BRANCH, BRANCH ARE YOU IN THERE?!!" He finally opened his "GO AWAY" "What is it Poppy? You haven't talked to me in months. Is something wrong?" "Uh, no, not really. It's, uh, I kinda......." Now that she was actually telling him, it suddenly seemed a lot harder than she thought. "Well, it's kinda important, so can we talk about it inside your bunker?" "Fine," he opened his mat, jumping inside before pulling her in. "So what did you want to talk about?" "Well, um, I-I just, wow. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be." She stared at the floor, not wanting to look at him. Why is this so difficult? I can't tell anyone without getting embarrassed. Ugh, why do you do this to me universe? Before her thoughts could make her run out the door, he gently gripped her chin and made her face her. "Poppy, you can tell me anything. There's nothing that you can say or do that will anger me. Well, besides coating me in glitter." She giggled slightly, despite being pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in his attitude. "Well, I don't think words can help in this situation, so just give me your hand. Confused yet interested, he did as he was told. She placed it on her stomach. He didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt a small kick. That's when he noticed it: a small baby bump.

"So what I'm saying is-" "You're pregnant with my child." He finished. "A-are you mad?" "Mad, why would I be mad?!" He looked exactly the same way Peppy did, with the biggest smile he could make. Branch was clearly very excited- so much that he smashed their lips together, before he realized what he just did. Stammering over his words, he quickly pulled back, trying not to show how purple his face was. "I-I'm so sorry Poppy, I didn't mean to.... do that." She smiled. "It's okay. But I have a feeling that there was a meaning behind that kiss." He groaned. "Fine, so maybe there was. And the "meaning" is that I love you, even if you don't love me, and that I'm excited that we're going to be parents. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Poppy smirked, with a blush reddening her cheeks. "Well, kind of. But it's okay, because I love you too and I'm excited as well." He stared at her in disbelief, unsure if he heard that correctly or if his ears were tricking him. Is this a dream or reality? Branch thought. He decided to slap himself to see if it was a dream. So he did, and the only result was him groaning in pain. That's when he realized, this was no dream, this was real, this was really real.

"Uh, would you excuse me for a moment?" He asked, and quickly covered her eyes and ears with his hair. Once he did, he began dancing around and pulling victory fists. " YAYYYYY!!!!!!!! Yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" He whisper-shouted. Unfortunately for him, Poppy took a peek and saw him celebrating. Heh. What a dork. Can't help but think how cute he is even if he is acting this goofy. Soon enough he stopped and uncovered her. "Okay. So you're going to have my child. Maybe you were right. We should have used protection. How far along are you?" She took a moment to think. "Well, I just started having morning sickness today, and it's been a few months, so I'm guessing 7 months." "Well some Trolls give birth early, so we should start preparing. Does anyone else know about this?" "Just my dad. Don't worry, he's not gonna kill you. Should we tell the Snack Pack?" Branch shrugged. "I don't know. They are your closest friends, and they might be able to help." Poppy was about to argue, but then thought of a plan. "Is it okay if I tell them to meet here. So we can tell them together?" "Okay fine. I'll wait for you here." "Yay! Thank you Branchie!" She quickly pecked his cheek before running back to the village, but unfortunately for her, she would not make it all.

Poppy was running at full speed, occasionally using her hair for support, trying not to put too much pressure on herself. When she was halfway there, another body slammed into her, knocking her off her feet. She looked up to see Creek. "Creek? What are you doing here?" He walked closer to her, with a displeased expression on his face. "I have been watching for a while. And let me tell you this: I am very unhappy with you. I know you are pregnant with that gray Troll's child. I heard you telling him that you love him. Well too bad, because you're mine and mine only. He can't have you." She rolled her eyes. "Okay first of all, why were spying on me you creep? Second, yes I'm having Branch's child. And no, I will not be yours because I've already fallen in love with a Troll whose name is Branch. Yeah, you heard it. I love him and he loves me. You got a problem with that?" Creek narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I do have a problem with that. Because you have to be with me. I don't want you near him. He doesn't deserve you, but I do. You will be with me, you will marry me, you will make me king. Love me or not, you will be mine." He wrapped his hair around her body, and knocked her out with the first thing he could grab. 

Meanwhile, Branch was still waiting for Poppy. It's been half an hour since she left, and he was starting to become worried. "I wonder where she could be. " Not wanting to wait any longer, he headed towards the village. Using his hair to swing from branch to branch, he arrived in a fair amount of time. Once there, the first thing he saw was King Peppy and the Snack Pack, concern and worry displayed on their faces. "Uh, guys? Have you seen Poppy?" The second he asked, the Snack Pack all ran up to him, surrounding him and interrogating him. "Did you take her?" "Where is she?" "Is she tied up somewhere in your bunker?" Luckily King Peppy came to his rescue. "No. If Branch is here, then he doesn't have Poppy. And since none of you know what is going on, Poppy is pregnant with his child. Don't ask how it happened. The only thing that we should worry about is finding out where Poppy is. When was the last time you saw her Branch?" "About half an hour ago. She said that she was going to tell the Snack Pack about her being pregnant. I last saw her in the forest, so that's where we're going.

Poppy woke up with a pain in her head and her vision blurry. She was tied As her vision cleared, the first thing she saw was a purple blob. She recognized it immediately as the meditating freak. He opened one eye to see that she had awoken. "Awake now, my dear?" She held back a gag. "Do. Not. Call. Me. That." "Well too bad. Now, do you wanna have some fun?" He asked, brushing his hands over her body. "If that hand moves one inch lower, you're gonna pay." She warned. He smirked and his hand went lower. "Oh look, it moved lower and nothing happened." The second he said that, a voice screamed, "POPPY!" She recognized the voice. It was a voice she loved, one she wanted to hear every day. "BRANCHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, before he slapped his hand over her mouth. Oh, no. Don't even think about it." Just then, the bushes parted and out leaped Branch, her father, and her friends. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRL!" Branch screamed. Creek pulled out a knife and inched it closer to her skin. "Not so fast Branch. You move, she gets it. Then again, since you'd do anything to save her, you're not gonna do shit. Oooh that could be a song!" He began singing, "You ain't gonna do shit! You ain't gonna do shit! You....ain't....gonna.... do shit! You ain't gonna do! You ain't gonna do shit!" Creek was so busy singing the same thing over and over that he didn't notice that Branch had gone up to him and punched him in the chest, sending him flying into a tree while DJ and GD were untying Poppy. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" No, YOU'RE the bitch! You're an idiot if you think I'm not gonna punch you! Branch hollered. "What with all the sc- OM MY FUCKING GOD! Branch! Yes Branch kill him!" Poppy screamed.   

Branch smiled. "With pleasure!" He began punching Creek in sensitive areas, such as his face, stomach, ribs, crotch, and even a kidney shot. Creek, being the coward he is, tried to run away, but before he could, Branch used his hair to grab onto his ankle, dragging him towards him and he kicked the purple Troll right in his crotch. He then flipped him over and over, slamming his face into the dirt. Throwing him into the air, then slamming his knee deeply in the other's stomach. Branch then pulled out a knife, and the Snack Pack and Poppy stared at him in shock. Before he could stab him, He gripped Creek tightly by his throat, but still allowing him to breathe. Huffing heavily, he looked at them. "Okay, who wants me to kill him?" Satin, Chenille, Poppy, and Guy Diamond raised their hands. "Alright. Who doesn't want me to kill him?" Biggie, Smidge, Cooper, and DJ raised their hands. "A tie. Hmm" Just then, King Peppy arrived. "Branch? What's going on?" "Oh, we're just debating if we should kill Creep." The king eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? What were you thinking?" Branch gulped, thinking he angered Peppy. "Kill him!" Peppy screamed. Everyone gasped. "Why are you surprised? All he ever does is meditate! That's a waste of time and it's boring and dumb! I always hated him, so kill him!" Everyone grinned. "I'll do that with ease." Branch stabbing him in his chest, causing blood to shoot out, then launched him into the air, far, far away.

Looking over to Poppy, he examined her for bruises or any injuries. "Are you okay Pops? Did he hurt you?" "It's fine Branch. The only-AGGGGH! She suddenly collapsed. "Oh-h B-branch, I-I think, t-the baby's coming!" "Okay Poppy, push! You can do this! PUSH!" Poppy did as she was told, and pushed and pushed until the baby finally came out. Branch lifted the baby up, pulling a blanket out of his hair and wrapping the baby in it. A smile wider than a tree trunk appeared at first. "It's a girl." The Snack Pack quietly squealed at the sight of her. She was a pastel violet (which slightly angered Branch, given what just happened) and had blue hair that faded into purple then pink and deep purple eyes. All of a sudden, he could see blue sparks began traveling from where he held his daughter to his chest, then his arms and legs, and finally to his hair. They were all amazed. Branch finally had his colors back. He pressed his forehead against Poppy's, trying to take all of this in. "Oh Poppy, she's beautiful. Just like you. I love you so much." She smiled weakly, having little strength. "I love you too. What should we name her?" He thought for a moment. "How about Madeline?" "That's beautiful Branch. To be honest, I couldn't imagine a better father than you for her." He smiled and kissed her forehead, his electric blue eyes gazing into her magenta ones. "And I couldn't imagine a better mother than you."