The sounds of giggling suddenly flooded the underground room as the elevator lowered down into the bunker, Azalea and Twig running off of it as Poppy watched them with a smile.

"You two go get ready for bed," she told them kindly. "I'm gonna go check on your father."

"Ok, mommy!" Azalea giggled, both children quickly running off to their rooms as instructed.

Poppy chuckled at how adorable her two kids were before heading deeper into the bunker, going straight to her's and Branch's room.

"Branch, honey. We're home," she called out, opening the door to peer inside. "Branch?" But to her surprise, the light blue pop troll was nowhere to be seen, the bed still completely made up nice and neat as if he had never been in it at all...

Well... that was strange... where could he be?

Slowly, confused and concerned about where her husband could possibly be, the queen of pop walked out into the kitchen, a small smile forming on her face as she began to shake her head with a quiet chuckle.

"Oh, Branch..." she sighed, seeing the light blue troll sleeping peacefully at the dining room table which was beautifully made up with still steaming hot dinners for the whole family.

     The thing she noticed first however, was the black hoodie Branch was wearing. The same hoodie the mystery troll who had done all her chores earlier that day was wearing...

     With another sigh, Poppy walked over to the table, looking at the food Branch had taken the time to prepare for them. It was all their favorites... it was so like him to know every little thing about his family.

"Branch..." the queen of pop whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Wake up, Branch..."
"Hugh... wha..." the little pop troll muttered softly, lifting his head off the table to look around in confusion. "Oh... hi, Poppy..."

With a yawn, Branch stood, giving Poppy a welcome home hug.

"I made dinner," he informed with a smile, but Poppy didn't smile back. Instead... she just gave him a disappointed look, crossing her arms in anger. "What?"

"You were supposed to stay home and rest today..." she stated firmly, Branch's eyes widening at her words, his heart sinking down into the pit of his stomach.

"Um... I... uh... I was..." he lied, smiling innocently at his wife. "I actually just woke up a few minutes ago..."

"Oh really?" Poppy questioned, taking a small intimidating step closer to him. "Than tell me, Branch... why are you wearing your Giver's outfit?"

"Uh..." Branch started. "I... I was... cold?"

Again, he smiled innocently, hoping she believed his blatant lie. Needless to say... she didn't...

"Ok, ok... I admit it..." he sighed, looking away from Poppy as her disappointed look finally got to him. "I'm sorry, Poppy. I just... I couldn't stand to let you do all those chores on your own..." He looked back up at her, her anger seeming to have faded into sadness at the sound of his words. "You work so hard and... and I just wanted to help..."

"Branch..." she sighed, placing both hands gently on her husband's shoulders as she gazed into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. "I appreciate the thought... I really do... but you work harder than anyone in this village..."

"Psh..." he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "No I don't..."
"Please, Branch..." Poppy sighed, rolling her eyes at the modest troll in front of her. "You do everything. You built the Metroll, designed and created the Fabloid... make sure the village is safe on an everyday basis, and still make time for your family. You're the most hard working troll I know. And sometimes... you just need a break... I mean, look at you, Branch! You're exhausted! You're gonna burn yourself out if you don't slow down a bit..."

Branch sighed at Poppy's words, looking away from her in shame.

"I just don't want you overexerting yourself again, Poppy..." he muttered softly. "I love you..."
"And I love you, Branch," she replied, giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. "And it's my job to take care of you, even if you think it should be the other way around..."

He couldn't help but smile, looking back at her as she wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Now..." she started, pulling away from him with a slight smirk. "Get your blue butt into bed. I'll take care of the kids."
"But, Poppy..." he started, the queen of pop quickly cutting him off.
"Now, Branch," she stated firmly, pointing off towards the bedroom.

With a slight chuckle, Branch kissed his wife goodnight, before heading off to bed as he was told...