To Narwhalpuppy, thanks for the review!
Butterscotch slams the door. A magazine slips out celebrating 1970's female chic. In anger he takes it off the floor and throws it down the hallway.
"Who the hell is subcribing for this crap! I don't want the boy picking up one of these and thinking it's normal. No boy of mine is turning into a sissy!"
"Enough of the amateur dramatics Butterscotch. You're queer enough for the three of us in this house. You don't think I saw you charming Creamerman's secretary by the water fountain? Seducing her in front of "office help?" Why did you make it your mission to smear the Sugarman name?" She asked looking for her cigarettes.
"Your name isn't the issue you should be worried about. You should be more horrified about your thighs, hips and bubble butt. If you kept on top of those, I wouldn't be distracted elsewhere"
"You're an ass-hole, you know that!" Beatrice barks. She sees the smirk on his face and rushes to little bojack's room. Like she told him, despite "ruining her body" Little Bojack was her baby. He'd never tell her that she was a shitty cook, or that she was wearing too much make up on. Plus his room had a full lengh mirror.
It was dark so she opened the curtain a little to get some lamp-light. The smug bastard was right. She was thicker around the middle, she could still see thin stretch marks on her stomach.
"I ruined me. Didn't I Bo?" She asked.
Bo was a little nick-name. A little nickname that she never told her child about or her husband. She'd been dressing Bojack when he was little, in, Sailor ribbons and red suit bows and she began calling him Bo one day and it stuck. She walked over to him and patted his mane.
It was so soft and silky, unlike his fathers. Here she could relax for a few minutes and imagine what Little Bo was going to be. Maybe he would be into fashion, to his father's horror. Maybe he's join the forces...as a marine. A marine was safer. Maybe he'd become a teacher, firefighter, a lawyer.
She'd stand there at whatever graduation and cheer and clap while Butterscotch got hammered on lite beer, soda, and scotch in his pocket.
"You'll make me proud Bo. But first I'm going to make you proud. I'm going to lose weight without the pills, and you're going to help me" Beatrice said, tucking him in even more, she kissed him on the forehead and left his room.