11 Poppy and Ozzy
Waking up Together
The sun's rays peeked through the window of the cobbled together home of the Commander and her new spouse. After the hell that was the survival of the Metalocalypse, Project Falconback, and the Reign of the False King, the two of them unanimously agreed that they needed a while to recover. Their relationship had been more mature one than what they had when they were younger. Instead of empty promises on her end and an unrequited yet exciting recognition on his, there was a sense of peace between them that fit like a glove. Maybe they both needed to grow up a little. Poppy blinked awake, staring at the bushy hair that covered the face of the man she loved. She didn't deserve him. She knew she didn't. She could make try to make it up to him over a thousand lifetimes and she still would never deserve him. But he chose her anyway. Walked through the fires of hell just to be here.
Ozzy opened his eye, tightening a grip on her hand with his remaining one before letting out a soft, contented sigh. "Mornin' Pop."
"Morning, Käraste." She muttered back, taking the moment to memorize every inch of him.
A small bundle shuffled between them, making the both of them break into a laugh.
"There's my little monster." Ozzy teased, as Poppy let go of his hand to scoop the little girl in her arms. "What are you doing, Bean? Pretending to be a bedbug again?" She tickled her, causing the child to squeal in laughter.
"Mamaaaaa I give, I GIVE!" She whined, trying to wiggle out of her grasp.
Ozzy chuckled and booped her on the nose before giving his stepdaughter a kiss. Then he moved his head upward to give his new wife a kiss.
This was heaven. He was sure of it.