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Our Boy

Brick wasn't sure of where he was. There was a darkness that surrounded him, swallowing up all sound and light. It was just like when he and his brothers were first destroyed. He and his brothers floated in darkness until the heard the beginnings of effeminate laughter.

"No. This isn't real."

"Oh, isn't it?" said a voice that brick hoped to never hear again.

Spinning around in search of he who should be dead, Brick was ready to heave a sigh of relief, when he felt claws slither against his skin. Before he could move, arms encircled him, holding him in an unbreakable bind.

"Did you think you could ever be rid of me?"

"We are rid of you!" Brick declared. "I defeated you myself."

That demonic chuckle sounded in his ears and it rose the hair on the back of his neck. "Yes, but do you think your troubles are over simply because I'm no longer here."

Brick inhaled deeply. "This isn't real. You are dead. I'm at home with Blossom, with our son."

"Your son." H.I.M laughed in his ear as he spun them around. "Will be mine." The demon then spun Brick around, only to be impaled by a dagger.

Red eyes traveled up the arm to the face of his murderer. For a moment, he thought he was looking at his own reflection, but then his own eyes widened as he took in the feature that he'd seen in one other face—Blossom's. But the eyes were red, and the person holding the dagger was clearly a boy. So who could it—

"No." Brick tried to shake his head, but it was held firm by claws.

"Yes."

"No!" Brick gasped. "This isn't real."

The dagger was yanked from Brick's abdomen, letting blood spill. He was released by H.I.M to fall into the arms of his killer. He was caught and gently brought to his knees.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way…Dad."

Brick woke with a gasp and sweat dripping down his body. It was raining outside, and the thunder was crashing loudly.

No wonder, I'm having crazy dreams. With fire being his power, the rain didn't agree with him. Looking to his left, he noticed that Blossom was still sound asleep. Brick couldn't help but smile at her. Ice was just another form of water, so of course she'd be sleeping soundly beside him. He leaned over her and placed a kiss to her temple. There was a spark of warmth to it and he trailed his hand over the length of her body. His hand had just cupped her swollen breast, when soft cries reaches his ears.

"Great timing, Fireball." Brick reached a hand down and patted Blossom's behind, before carefully getting out of bed. She sighed and rolled over, but otherwise remained asleep.

Leaving their room, Brick walked the dark hallway to the room at the end of the hall. He listened again outside the door, before he heard a soft whimper. Opening the door, he looked around the room adorned in red, black, and white, before settling on the crib. Walking towards it, he looked over the bars and smiled gently at the small bundle within.

The youngest of the Rowdy Ruff Boys noticed his daddy and raised his feeble arms, reaching for daddy. His cries grew in volume when he wasn't picked up like he wanted to be.

"All right. All right, Fireball. I have you." Brick reached into the crib and picked up the small bundle that made such a big change in his life. "You can't sleep either can you, son?"

The crying lessened once the four-month-old baby was in the warm embrace of his daddy. The thunder crashed loudly outside the window and caused the young boy to cry louder.

Brick rocked him gently in his arm, using his inner fire to warm the boy and his fire. This was the first rain since his son had been born and the effects it had in his powers were stronger than ever. Brick remembered the first time he felt the draining effects of the rain. He remembered being groggy and unable to be coherent enough to tell Mojo what was wrong. At eighteen, the effects hardly bothered him aside from a minor headache and distasteful dreams.

"I couldn't sleep either little man." Brick murmured as he sat in the rocking chair, Blossom insisted they buy for the room. "I had a nasty dream."

Brick looked down at the baby with a face full of drying tears. He wiped the remaining tears from his dark pink eyes and stroked his fiery red hair. He then moved his pacifier hanging from the puppy clip on his shirt to his mouth. His son looked up at him with wide eyes and reached for the loose strand of hair that had fell in his sights. When he got it in his grasp, he yanked as much as his strength would allow.

The action wasn't painful, but it didn't stop Brick from pulling a face. He stuck his tongue out and closed one of his eyes. When his son giggled around his pacifier, he yanked again waiting to see another face be made. This continued for a good five minutes, until one particular yank actually hurt Brick.

"Ow, ow." Brick tugged his hair back and out of reach of the little fireball. "You're strong. My fire and your mother's heart, you little fireball."

The smile that tugged at his lips fell as the dream he had come back to mind. His son mumbled around his pacifier more awake than he should be at the late, or early hour.

"You have your mother's heart. Thank god for that, because I know you won't ever fall prey to H.I.M." Brick then lifted his son above his head and gave him a gentle sway. "That and your daddy beat the mean ole lobster man." He blew raspberries into his stomach making the infant burst into a fit of giggles. Brick also caught a whiff of pee and brought his son down into his arms.

"You need a diaper change, little man." Standing up, Brick walked over to the changing table and with a careful hand began to unsnap his onesie. Brick made sure he was at the ready with another diaper, as he learned quickly that his son was a great shot. It put him off diaper duty, but Blossom was quick to remind him that as father his struggle of bringing their boy into the world was less than hers. Nine months of carrying exempted her from sixty, maybe if she was having a bad day sixty-five percent of the diaper changing.

Brick cleaned him quickly and replaced the dirty diaper with a clean one. After refastening his clothes, he took him into his arms and left his room to go sit on the couch of their living room. He set his son on his chest and warmed his body to a soothing temperature that would put his son back to sleep.

The ran continued to pelt down and when the lightening flashed and a crack of thunder sounded, the little Rowdy Ruff Boy whimpered against Brick's chest.

"Hey, it's okay B—."

"Brick. Is he awake?" Blossom walked into the living room of their small apartment and sat on the couch beside Brick.

"Yeah, I'm trying to lull him back to sleep now." Brick answered. "The rain woke him up. Can't say I blame him. I hate it when it rains."

"I love it."

Brick chuckled before looking back at Blossom. "It's our fire. The rain makes it weaker."

"I didn't know that." Blossom mused aloud. "Is that why you're up too?"

The terrifying images that held no real threat other than one sleepless night passed in his mind. Brick shook his head and gently patted their miracle's bottom. "I heard him crying."

Blossom rubbed a hand over their son's back and smiled when he raised his head to look at her. Brick urged him to rest his head against his chest and warmed his body with an exhale of heat over him. He sighed and relaxed into his father's chest. It took but ten minutes for him to fall asleep. Blossom stroked her fingers over his head. Brick stood up with him in arm, Blossom following close behind them.

The two walked down the hall with Brick intending to place their son back in his room when Blossom gripped his shirt. "Wait."

"What?"

"Let him sleep in our room tonight."

Brick considered it for a moment, before shrugged and following Blossom back into their room. Blossom sat down and took their slumbering fireball as Brick got settled into bed. She then laid him between them and laid on her side. Taking one of his hands, she placed a gentle kiss to it and rubbed it gently between her hands.

"I'm so glad he's here." Blossom gushed. "Nine months and almost twenty hours of labor was all it took."

"Don't forget the sex we had that induced your contractions." Brick smirked at her over their baby.

"Brick!" Blossom whispered with a glance between them.

Brick rolled his eyes. "He's asleep, and even if he wasn't. He's not going to know what sex is."

"Doesn't matter. Keep a censor on that mouth of yours around B—."

Maybe you should reserve that demand for Butch. He's more foulmouthed than I am." Brick cut her off.

Blossom grumbled, but turned her eyes back to her baby. "You know, I can't believe we made this."

A wistful expression came across Brick's fac as he stared down at his son and the girl of his dreams. "Yeah. He's perfect."

Blossom chuckled and reached over to take Brick's hand in her own. "Are you saying that because he has penis?"

Despite himself, Brick laughed and shook his head. "No, despite him getting his big dick—penis from me. I'm saying it's because he's your boy."

"Our boy."

"Yeah. Our boy."

Happy Holidays, my beloved readers. Here's a little bit into the life of Brick, Blossom, and B-I mean, Little Baby Red. Sorry, about not revealing his name yet. We're just going to have to wait until Growing Up Is Hard. I hope you all enjoyed this little slice of life.

Until next time.