I'm back. I got to thinking after my last story. I want to write about someone getting a happily (n)ever after. Once again. I'm all Buttercup and Butch. The others might make an appearance or two but don't hold you're breath. (Seriously). I think I'm going to have as much fun writing this one as I did my last. I won't get to update it everyday do like I did the last one though. I am back in school. (Please feel free to issue complaints if you think it might help). I'm so ready for you guys to read and review. This time I would like reviews. Thank you to the ones who did review. You guys are excellent. So please enjoy. RAWR

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"No way." That's what Buttercup repeated over and over to herself. She had the truth sitting in her hands. The swell in her body. The ache in her mind. The proof, just sitting in front of her. It was a mixed emotion. She did believe she was pregnant, but to see that she really is? How was Butch going to react. They'd only been married for a few months.

Then again, it could have been that incident a few days before the wedding. That time when she was walking by herself…

Buttercup shook her head. No, this was Butch's baby. He was going to be happy about it too. When and if she told him about it anytime soon.

Butch had been really busy lately. Working so much it was rare Buttercup saw him. Of course she would always wait-up for him, but she usually fell asleep on the sofa and woke-up in his arms.

Buttercup examined the test stick in her hand again, it might have changed. No. After five tests, she was pregnant.

She started to panic in on the bathroom floor. Was it too soon for a baby? Money wasn't a problem, but there were so many things Butch and her wanted to do. They couldn't very well travel when a baby is in the picture.

Suddenly her head felt dizzy. Sounds went off in her head that weren't really there. Door slams, baby cries, car revvings, voices screaming, and shattering glass. She tried to pull herself up onto the sink. If she were to faint, having all these positive pregnancy tests laying around wouldn't be a good thing.

Struggling she gathered the tests and boxes. Put them in the garbage. Put that bag in another bag, and then threw it out. That's when a nauseated feeling swept over her. She rushed back to the bathroom and proceeded to vomit.

After she finished she leaned into the bathtub to wash her mouth out. Standing would only make her wanna puke more. It was a good thing Butch hadn't been home a lot lately. She had been vomiting an awful lot. For about a week now.

The cold tile felt good when she laid against it. Sure the bed would have been more comfortable. But in-order to get to the bed, you must stand up. Just the thought made her wanna hurl again.

She played with the ends of her long black hair. She needed to trim it up. Dead-ends are just an eyesore to everyone.

One minute she was deciding how short to trim her hair, the next she was waking-up on her bed. Something draped over her stomach.

Startled she sat up and panicked. It was when she heard a soft snore next to her she calmed down. Butch must have come in and found her. Drat. He'd wanna know why she was asleep on the bathroom floor when he wakes up.

Butch's arm tightened around her stomach when she tried to wiggle out. He was even protective of her in his sleep. She smiled and petted his black hair.

He needed to sleep more then anyone she knew. Working as many hours as he could, refusing to let Buttercup get a job during the first year of their marriage. On his days off all he wanted to do was please her. Take her to places she wanted to go or just stay at home and keep her company.

She wasn't a prisoner here. She could leave and go without him anywhere. But she didn't like going out alone.

Carefully, she wiggled back down into the blankets. She didn't want to sleep. Right now all she wanted to do was look at his face. He looked so much more peaceful whenever he was asleep. No stress filled sighs, just soft snores. No worry lines across his forehead, just smooth skin.

"You're being quiet today. You're stomach is warm too." Butch mumbled, catching Buttercup off guard.

"Well Doll, you've been holding and snuggling it." Buttercup laughed.

"I'm not snuggling." Suddenly he shifted and laid his head and her very slightly bulged stomach, "now I'm snuggling." His eyes still hadn't opened.

Buttercup pulled in an easy breath, trying to flatten out her stomach. Butch wouldn't notice it, but then again, he might just pick up on it.

"I'm sorry that I leave you alone all the time." Butch was starting his day-off speech. Besides she wasn't alone. "Today is all about you."

Buttercup played with a few strands of his hair, "I don't want it to be about me."

Butch's eyes slid open to this, "Please Buttercup. I leave you alone all day everyday. Let me have at least one day to make it up."

"I just wanna stay home today. You know I don't like going to into town." Buttercup felt a wave of nausea rush through her.

She had never told Butch, well never told anyone, what had happened the night two days before she married Butch. Never told anyone that was why you never see her anymore. Because of a fear she didn't even know she had. The fear of history repeating. Also, the fear of this baby not being Butch's.

"Town was the only place to find you before we got married. Its like you've become a hermit. You don't look well. I would also like to know, why were you passed out on the bathroom floor last night?" Butch sat up and eyed his wife.

She tried to laugh off his question, "This is gonna sound really lame, but I was having cramps and a headache. I laid down on the floor to see if it would relieve the pain any and it did. So much so that I just passed out."

"You're a never-ending mystery." He laughed and kissed the thin fabric of her shirt, over her convincingly flat stomach. Chills ripped through her.

All the feeling from yesterday rushed over her again.

"Excuse me." She jumped off the bed and swiftly darted to the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Buttercup?" Butch jumped up behind her. He couldn't hear anything though. Well nothing aside from the water faucet rushing. After about twenty second there was a flush and there water turned off.

Buttercup exited and was greeted by Butch's worried face.

"It tried to be creative yesterday in the kitchen." She lied, "Turns out my stomach doesn't like it and wants it out. So I just went to go throw-up."

Butch scanned her profile, "Food poisoning, eh? Sorry."

"Its okay, I'm just gonna brush my teeth now." She skipped back into the bathroom and proceeded to do what she said. Butch joined her. Might as well brush his teeth since he was here.

Sitting quietly on the couch, cuddled together, watching an old black and white TV movie was enough. Neither could think of anything better to do. With Buttercup's stomach being uneasy, Butch didn't want her stressing too much.

"What do you think about having a baby?" Buttercup spoke-up.

She had been quietly lying next to Butch on the couch for long enough. Sooner or later he would have too know.

She felt some of his muscles tighten against her back, the hand that had been petting her arm stopped.

"Buttercup are y-"

"I'm just asking." The movie had provided her the perfect opportunity. The main character had just had a baby with the love of her life. They were just getting to the part where they chose a name.

"I thinks it's a little early to be honest. Not to say I wouldn't be--happy?" his tone dropped some.

Buttercup listened to his every word. Hating herself more with each one.

Of course he would think it was too early.

"Okay," she did everything in her power to prevent her voice from cracking on that one word. Only one tear slipped out of her eyes. It burned a trail from the corner of her eye, over her nose, and across her cheek. Until it finally dripped into the couch fabric.

How do you like it? Oh my God! I was so into writing this, Of course there will be more. But what do you think of it so far? I didn't see any fan fictions of Buttercup and Butch having a baby so I was like, gotta write!! Of course you I might have over looked something. Review if you please. Thank you for reading. RAWR