I'm, so, sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! The long-awaited sequel to Life Song! It took a lot longer for me to type this out do to computer troubles but I was finally able to use my parents' computer and type out the chapter. Furthermore, I now doing four different stories at the same time, so my updates will be long at times but I will not stop writing this story. I promised a sequel and I never turn back on my promises.

This chapter is like a prologue of Heart Song but don't worry, I'm already working on the next chapter! I hope this story turns out to everyone's liking. This chapter was inspired by the song Daddy's Home by Cliff Richard. ~AR~

Declaimer: I don't own any characters from the Powerpuff Girls. All the rights belong to the rightful owner. The only thing that I own is the idea and my characters.

Daddy's Home

Brick opened the door to his home, his army bag in hand. It's been a year since he's been home and a year since he's seen his wife. Not only has it been a year, but it's been four years since he's been married and within those four years, Brick and his brothers were called off to war. He didn't want to go but when the president himself asked for all three of them, he found he had no say.

They needed to go because of their skills in battles but to keep their true identities safe, they had to wear a patch on their arms at all times, to prevent them from using their powers. And unlike his brothers, Brick had to wear blue contacts to hide his eyes. The patch they had to wear, were the very same ones that Buttercup used to wear for sports back in high school and sometimes Butch. Each patch had a very small douse of Anti-Chemical X, which, was design by no other than the belated Professor Utonium. Now, with the war finally over with, he was home for good.

Closing the door, Brick placed his bag down and headed towards his room. Opening the door, he didn't see his wife's sleeping body in the bed. Confused, he closed the door and turned around. A dim light glowed from under a closed-door down the hall and Brick made his way over. As he got there, he gripped the handle and slowly opened.

There he saw Blossom, rocking to and fro, as she spoke soft words. Her hair was down, brushing her lower back. She never grew it out as long as it was in their high school years, but she kept it some what long.

Walking over to her, Blossom smiled as Brick came near. She already knew he was home. She heard the front door open and waited until she was found. Without a word, Brick's lips found her own and it wasn't until they heard a soft whimper did they pull away.

His blood-red eyes looked away from Blossom's face and down to her arms as she cradled a new-born. "May I?" Blossom only grinned as she passed him their child.

This was his first time seeing their daughter. Her little head had a small patch of red hair that was the same color as Brick's and he even noticed that she had his nose as well but when the little bundle opened her eyes, he saw nothing but Blossom.

The baby only smiled at him as her pink eyes stared up at him. It was almost of if, she knew who Brick was and began to giggle as the baby's arms shot up towards him. Brick brought his little girl closer to his face and for some strange reason, nuzzled his nose to her soft face. "My sweet little girl, thank you for waiting for my return."

Blossom stepped away, giving Brick sometime with their gift from Heaven. He missed everything. The nine months pregnancy, the day she was born and even the first three months. She has sent him pictures but seeing his daughter and being able to hold her were two different things altogether. Blossom watched as he rocked her gently, never wanting to let go. The sight brought joyous tears.

"Daddy's home, Bunny, Daddy's home to stay."

...***...

Boomer walked in his home, looking for wife of two years. It was hard being away for these past four years, only able to come home on major holidays and the occasional, rarely, short visits but, somehow, Boomer and his blue-eyed wife made it work.

When Boomer married his wife, they didn't have much of a honeymoon but they made do with what they did have. A year later, he and his brothers received letters saying they were going to be fathers. Boomer wanted to fly home but he couldn't for two reasons: one, he couldn't use his powers unless he revealed himself along with his brothers and two, he wasn't scheduled for a lease. Soon, his letters were followed by pictures and he couldn't believe how much he had missed. Even his baby's first three months of life.

Closing the door, he made his way to his room and found Bubbles sleeping soundly with a baby boy next to her. Boomer smiled as he sat on their bed and gently shook Bubbles up. Her baby blue eyes blinked before seeing him on the bed. She gasped as she shot up and held him close. Boomer returned the gesture, kissing her soft, gentle lips that he missed so much. A soft cry made them pull away and Boomer reached for his son.

The baby boy cried softly as Boomer held him awkwardly in his arms. He had never held an infant in his life and Boomer didn't know what to do. His uneasiness only made the baby cry even more causing Boomer to worry as he looked at Bubbles for help. Bubbles lightly giggled and gave him a helping hand and showed him the correct way to hold his son.

Giving her a smile, Boomer looked back down and began lightly bouncing his son.

"Shh, don't cry, it's okay, now. I'm here now, Daddy's home for good, Devin. I'm here to stay." Boomer whispered as he switched to rocking his son back to sleep.

It was amazing, simply amazing. Boomer smiled as he gave the now sleeping bundle of joy a butterfly kiss on the top of his head. As he watched Devin's sleeping body, tossing slightly in his arms, Boomer looked at Bubbles. "When I got the letter about you expecting, it wasn't on a Sunday. Monday and Tuesday morning came and went before that Tuesday afternoon for me to receive that letter. I wanted to come home, honest, and help you, Bubbles but just knowing that I couldn't, it was heartbreaking."

"It's okay, Boomie," Bubbles' soft eyes stared into Boomer's as she placed a hand on his cheek, "you're home now. That's all that matters to me, Boomer. You being here with your family and knowing that you are safe."

Boomer closed his eyes as he leaned into her hand. Home. She would never know how wonderful that word sounded coming from her.

...***...

Ever so slowly, Butch opened the front door and walked inside. He placed his bag down as quietly and gently as he could because he wanted to surprise Buttercup. Finally, his four years were up and he was able to come home to his beautiful wife of three years. Though, Buttercup surprised him first when he received a letter saying she was pregnant. Even more so when his brothers told him that they were becoming father's too.

Butch remembered as he sat on his bunk, doing some quick math in his head. If he was right, the babies will be born sometime around June. Who would have guess that the Powerpuff would get knocked up at the same time.

"Stop sneaking around already. You look like you did something wrong."

Butch turned around at the sound of her voice. Damn, he should have known sneaking up on someone who could see the future was a bad, very bad idea. He liked it better when she wasn't able to control her new power. Buttercup stood behind him, her arms crossed but a smile was on her face. She had missed him just as much as he missed her.

"What if I don't want to," Butch asked as he copied her movement.

"Then I guess I will just have to kick you ass."

"Really?" Butch pulled her into his arms, both of their smiles never leaving. "Missed you too, Butterbabe," he whispered into her ear before giving her a kiss. Pulling away, he placed his forehead on hers and looked her in the eyes. "So, where's the little monster? I mean our precious gift."

She only laughed as she grabbed his hand and led him to the baby's room. Buttercup was glad that the man she fall in love with was still the same. Placing a finger on her lips, she motioned him to stay quiet. He had no IDEA on how a light sleeper their kid was. Opening the door, the proud parents walked in and Buttercup moved just a little for Butch to get a better look.

Sleeping away in the crib, Butch stood next to his daughter as he ran a hand over her soft, black hair. "I can't begin to tell you how long I waited to see you, little one." His large hand was bigger than the baby's head and he couldn't help but smile. A father. He was a father, something Butch thought will never happen in his lifetime. Boomer, yes. Brick, maybe. Him, never.

"You know, Butterbutt, Robin wrote me and told me how you cried to her one day. She told me how you were afraid Sam would have to grow up without her dad because I could have been killed."

Butch felt Buttercup wrap her arms around him, her head resting on his back. "Yeah, well, Robin needs to keep her head out of my business," she mumbled but Butch just smiled. Same old Buttercup he knew and loved.

Sam started to toss and turn, her peaceful face turning into a scowl as she began to have a nightmare. Butch resumed to running his hand over her hair as she settled down. "It's okay, my little Sammy. I'm here now and this time Daddy's here to stay."

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