Hello there! Well, here it is. I finally was inspired to do a multi-chapter fic of sorts, so I hope you enjoy!

As always, nothing belongs to me - just putting ideas onto paper.

Onto the story! :)


Butch practically ran into the bedroom when he got home from work. His beautiful, sexy as hell wife texted him on his lunch, informing him that she has a "surprise" for him when he got home. And that could only mean one thing:

She'd purchased another hot little number from that boutique in downtown Townsville when she was out shopping with her sisters this past weekend.

He'd be more than happy to take it for its first test drive this afternoon.

Sitting on the end of the bed, his left leg bounced with pent-up energy. He'd almost left his Escalade behind in his eagerness to get home, but he knew the guys at the site would give him hell for it. (And possibly fuck with his ride. Which Butch wanted no part of, lest one of his coworkers had a death wish.)

When Buttercup finally appeared, Butch frowned. She stood in the doorway wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, looking every bit like the cat who got the cream.

Though it certainly wasn't the type of cream he'd wanted her cat to be getting.

"Welcome home."

He looked at her for a second, waiting for her to start playing music and do a sexy strip tease or something. After all, her hands were clasped behind her back, obviously hiding something. Maybe all hope was not lost?

"Thanks, baby. I couldn't wait to get home when I heard about your surprise for me."

She chuckled. "Are you ready to find out what it is?"

"Born ready," he intoned in the husky tone he knew she liked.

Buttercup's face, to his pleasure, did tinge slightly pink "Not that kind of surprise. In fact, that kind of surprise is probably what led to this surprise."

Almost faster than he could blink, she tossed something at him. No packaging. No bow. Just some…stick thing?

"Uh, what is this?" Butch eyed her for a moment before picking up the stick from where it had fallen onto the bed next to him.

And why was part of it damp?

He held it up to his eye level and promptly realized what it was as one little word stood out to him.

Pregnant.

"Wha - ?" Butch couldn't even formulate a sentence. Did this mean – was she – huh?!

"Surprise, motherfucker." His beautiful Spitfire smiled at him. "I can say that literally now. How's that for a surprise?"

"Seriously? You're…I'm?" Nope. Words were still not coming to him.

"Yup. I picked this up this weekend because I've been randomly puking my brains out." She scowled. "Turns out 'morning sickness' is a misnomer. Assholes."

The pieces clicked together, and Butch stood up, crossing the room to her as his brain finally decided to form words. "We're gonna be parents?!"

She nodded. "Look out, world! A new Green is gonna be entering the scene!"

He scooped her up in a hug, and she released a laugh. "I can't believe this! That's awesome!" Suddenly, something occurred to him. "Wait a minute – did you throw your pee stick at me?"

She patted his hand. "Let's hope the baby gets my brain and not yours."

"Ew! I TOUCHED IT!"

Buttercup cackled as he recoiled from her. "Yup!"

"You couldn't just tell me?!"

"Nah. This was way more fun."

Butch thought for a moment before smirking and approaching her again "I didn't know you were into such kinky shit, Spitfire."

With a roll of her eyes, she said, "You're gross."

He kissed along her neck, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her. "Hey, I mean, we have cause to celebrate, right?"

"You're insatiable, you know that? You just find out you're going to be a dad, and this is how you want to celebrate?"

But Butch certainly didn't hear any protesting as they celebrated the news the same way they brought it about in the first place.


As the months passed, Butch watched Buttercup's belly expand. He couldn't believe it, honestly. Butch had attended all those health classes in high school, but they could never prepare him for the real thing.

Plus, at the first ultrasound, his kid looked more like a peanut or an alien than a person.

Somehow though, it had been enough to make his tough as nails wife shed a tear which almost made this all feel more real.

But today! Today was the day. They could find out whether their baby was a boy or a girl. Both of his brothers had a boy apiece already, so it seemed in his Rowdy blood that he'd have a mini-me running around soon just like them.

As he drove them to the appointment, he noticed Buttercup remained eerily silent. Not wanting to rock the boat, Butch stayed quiet, waiting for her to speak first.

Once they pulled into a spot and he put the car in park, she grabbed his hand.

"Butch, I want it to be a surprise."

What?! Where did that come from. They'd agreed to find out today!

Before he could protest, she rambled on. "I just don't want to plan on anything. They're our little surprise, right? So it just seems right not to know."

He tried very hard not to let his disappointment show. He'd been looking forward to this, dammit! And now he was going to have to wait months?!

However, Butch caught the look in his wife's eye as she cradled her bump in both hands. That lovely, soft look on her face that so rarely appeared shone through.

"It won't make a difference," she whispered. "I will love them no matter what."

And how could he possibly argue with that?

"Okay, Buttercup. We'll do this your way. Keep it a surprise."

She turned her dewy lime green eyes to him, and his heart about stopped as she thanked him, looking just about the loveliest he'd ever seen her.

"Let's go make sure our little surprise is doing all right."

Buttercup beamed and slid out of the car.

Butch followed behind her, admiring his truly glowing wife. He never bought into that particular rumor about pregnant women before but seeing her now he realized that maybe, sometimes, the rumors are true.


A month left to go until the due date, and Butch couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know! Buttercup was right – it didn't matter. Boy or girl, he'd love them the same.

But if there was one thing Butch hated, it was other people knowing a secret he wasn't in on. Especially one that affected him. He hated being left in the dark.

If he was going to uncover the answer, now was the time! Buttercup finally managed to drift off into a nap after several back massages and a snack of pickles dipped in peanut butter – one of the many new staples in her diet. Butch learned after questioning the combination once that it was not worth asking about. Just give the lady what she wants.

To make matters worse, his asshole brothers had been visiting (with their also quite pregnant wives) and witnessed the entire debacle. It was Butch's first pregnancy! How was he supposed to know?

This was the important shit that got left out of those health classes.

At any rate, the snack lulled her to sleep, so the time to strike was now! Butch could still act surprised the day of. She'd never have to know, and his curiosity would subside! It was a win-win.

Butch snuck into the kitchen and dialed the old school corded phone his wife insisted on keeping (something about childhood memories? Another thing Butch learned long ago not to question.)

After two rings, someone mercifully picked up.

"Dr. Levi's office."

"Hi. My name is Butch Jojo. My wife is Buttercup Jojo. I'm calling to find out if we're having a boy or a girl," Butch hurriedly whispered.

There was a pause. "Sir, I'm going to need you to confirm some information for me before I can share anything with you. Now, what is Mrs. Jojo's date of birth?"

Butch groaned before hurrying to tell her the answer, keeping an ear out for the sounds of Buttercup stirring.

"And her social security number?"

"What the hell? Why would I know that?!"

"Standard procedure, sir. I can't release medical information to just anyone."

He slammed his head against the wall. Buttercup always took care of all the paperwork bull shit for them. She probably knew his social security number, but he honestly wasn't sure he even knew how many digits were in one.

"Look, I just really want to know about my baby. Please?" Butch was not above begging. He'd been anxiously waiting for months to find this out, and he didn't want to wait one more minute.

The nurse on the other end sighed. "Mr. Jojo, didn't your wife want this to be a surprise?"

"Yes, she did," came another voice through the phone line that made his blood run cold.

Whirling around, he saw his very pregnant (and very pissed off) wife holding the cordless phone in the doorway to the kitchen. Butch released a sound that was most definitely not a shriek before shouting, "I told you to stop calling here!" and promptly slamming the phone back into its cradle.

Buttercup glowered at him. "Thank you, Judy. I knew he wouldn't know the answer to that." She paused before barking out a laugh. "You and me both. Have a good rest of your day."

The beep as she hung up the phone sounded like a death knell if Butch ever heard one.

"H-hey, baby! I thought you were napping."

Couldn't get comfortable." Buttercup scowled. "And I had to pee. Little bugger keeps making a punching bag out of my bladder."

Then the silence settle over them again before Butch began cracking his knuckles under her stare. To make matters worse, tears began to well in her eyes.

"If you weren't okay with it being a surprise, why did you tell me you were?" she asked.

"I just –"

"You lied to me!" Buttercup cried. "I'm having a baby with a liar. Oh God…this baby's life is going to be a disaster! What poor little sadsack got stuck with us as its parents?

Aaaand full scale hormonal crying. Good job, Butch. "Hey, that baby is damn lucky to have you as a mom." He gently embraced her. "It's just the dumbass dad you have to worry about."

"Tell me about it," Buttercup grumbled with an undignified sniffle.

"I'm sorry, Spitfire. I'm just…" Butch paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I'm really excited to have this baby with you. I wanna know everything about it! Because, yeah, I'm terrified I'm gonna be the shittiest dad on the planet, but it doesn't make me less excited to have a little family with you. This definitely isn't the last time I'll fuck something up, but…I'd like to fuck it up with you."

Her lips pursed, but her eyes lightened to the soft lime green they turned whenever he got something right.

"You're a dick," she murmured while nuzzling further into his chest.

"I know." He kissed the top of her head. "And I promise I'll wait now."

"Thank you."


Remember the waiting? God, Butch missed the waiting.

Now, sitting in the delivery room with Buttercup swearing up a storm and practically breaking all the bones in his hand, he longed for the waiting.

"God dammit!" Buttercup roared. "COME OUT OF ME, YOU LITTLE BUGGER!"

Three hours so far of this. She'd been in labor for three hours. And she still wasn't fully dilated (whatever the hell that meant.)

"Whose fucking idea was it to do this?!" Buttercup screamed. "Don't get a C-section, she said. It'll scar, she said. I WILL RIP THE BITCH APART AFTER THIS."

Butch knew Buttercup would regret saying such mean things about Bubbles later, but, after gazing at the eye beam scorches along the ceiling, he wisely didn't mention it.

Dr. Levi, bless this woman, rode it out with her. "You're doing great, Buttercup. You're almost there."

"You're amazing, Spitfire," Butch encouraged, dabbing more sweat off her forehead. "I could never do what you're doing."

"Damn right you couldn't!" However, the brief smile that was flashed his way was encouraging.

That's right. Stroke the pretty lady's ego as she shoves a person out of her.

"And our kid is going to kick ass right out of the womb. The older cousins don't stand a chance against our kid."

Buttercup snorted. "Blaine couldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it anyway. His mommy would be too upset."

With a chuckle, Butch nodded. "And Bryson will just try to boss them around."

"For a two-year-old, that kid sure is a bossy little – SHIT!" she rasped out. "Ow ow ow!"

"We've got crowning!" Dr. Levi exclaimed.

"What the hell does that mean?!"

"It means the head is COMING OUT OF ME, YOU IDIOT!"

Oh…Oh God! Was it really time?!

"Come on, dear. Just a couple more really big pushes, okay?"

"Okay." Well, that came through gritted teeth.

With a grunt, his beautiful (angry and sweaty though she may be) wife did so. There were a few more of these back and forth commands and –

OW. Yup. There went Butch's pinky finger. Well, who needed fingers to be straight anyway? If the baby didn't come soon, He'd have to re-break his finger to set it back to normal anyway.

"GAH!" Buttercup shouted. "Come on!"

Then, suddenly, instead of one scream, there were two. Butch made the mistake of immediately looking toward the doctor and saw some wriggling, red screaming thing in her hands.

It took a minute for him to realize that was his baby!

"Wanna cut the cord, daddy?" Dr. Levi asked as one of the nurses held out a small pair of scissors.

"Uh…" He took the scissors and stepped closer. Now he could more clearly see that it was in fact a human shape Dr. Levi was holding.

"Say hi to your baby girl."

Baby girl.

They had a girl!

A grin started to creep along his face until he realized he was still holding the scissors. "This isn't going to hurt her, right?"

"No, of course not."

Being the most careful he'd ever been doing anything in his whole life up to now, Butch snipped into the cord that still…went into…his wife.

Oh God. Thank God he was created with a dick.

His wife – all mothers, really – were saints. That whole experience could not have been pleasant.

"Let me get her cleaned up, and we'll be right back."

"But wait –"

His wife let out an exhausted chuckle. "Chill, Butch. She'll be back."

"But they're taking our baby!"

"This is normal. Just sit." She patted the bed beside her.

Suddenly, a pain jolted through his hand as Buttercup reset the alignment of his finger.

"Thanks," he murmured, eyes still locked on the door the doctor disappeared through.

"Thank you for not whining like a bitch when I broke it."

"Psh. You pushed another person out of you. Like hell you'd let me live if I bitched about a broken finger."

"Glad you know how this works."

The door opened then, and Dr. Levi had a little bundle in her arms. "Congratulations on your perfectly healthy baby girl."

She handed the little bundle to Buttercup who cradled it like the most precious thing in the world. The first thing Butch noticed was a shock of dark hair sticking out of the blanket. He hadn't expected a baby to have so much hair!

The second thing he noticed was a pair of striking green eyes, not unlike his own, staring out at him from within the delicate face that had Buttercup's cute pixie nose sticking out of the middle.

She was, without a double, the single most beautiful human he'd ever seen.

"Have you thought about a name for her?"

Butch tore his eyes away from his baby girl's to look at Buttercup who, to his surprise was grinning and slightly blushing and just positively glowing still.

"Belladonna."

He laughed. A deadly, beautiful flower? A name that would have suited his wife too?

Yeah. He could get on board with that.

"I like that." Butch turned toward his baby and grinned. "Hey Belladonna. I'm your daddy. And I'm gonna do my best to take real good care of you and your mommy."

And Butch would have sworn that beautiful baby, his little Belladonna, smiled at him right then. (Fuck those crocks who said it was gas. They didn't know!)

And that was the day Butch realized just what love meant. In that moment, he felt the deepest and purest feeling of love he'd ever known.

Belladonna captured his whole heart in mere moments. And, just like that, Butch knew he was in huge trouble.


And there it is! The first installment of what I'm affectionately calling my "Dad Butch" series. I've had a number of ideas for what Butch would be like as a dad (with a daughter being his firstborn in particular), so I'm eager to see what people think!

Additionally, if anyone has any requests of something in particular they'd like to see, I'd be glad to take it into consideration! Right now any infant to toddler requests would be best as I do have an "end entry" planned for this series, and I plan to keep it in chronological order. So all baby stories will be done first! Once we hit kindergarten, there's no turning back! (etc., etc.)

So, with that in mind, leave a review if you have the time and/or if you'd like! I always love to hear your thoughts!

Love and Rockets,

Stranique