Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. That was Ms. Bellum's train of thought as she stared into the bathroom mirror at the reflections of three very sleepy, confused little girls. That hadn't wanted to be that couple, the one who reveals their relationship to their partner's children by being caught staying over. It had been going so well, too. They'd been dating secretly for a few months, agreeing not to tell the girls until they were certain their relationship would work out, and they hadn't been caught yet. Until now.

"Ms. Bellum? What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Bubbles asked with a yawn.

She knew she should have gone home the night before, but they were both buzzed and the sex had been so good, not to mention the bed so warm, that she just couldn't force herself to leave. The Professor hadn't minded in the least, she recalled, especially not when he realized her staying meant more than one round of "private time". She had meant to wake up earlier than she had, get dressed, and leave, but unfortunately that plan had gone down the drain as soon as she opened her eyes and realized it was six-thirty. So there she was, dressed only in a pair of panties and one of the Professor's shirts, leaning over the bathroom sink with toothpaste around her mouth. She spit, as dignified as she could be half-naked and panicked, and turned to face them properly.

"Good morning, girls."

"Good morning," Blossom responded, ever polite. "Why are you here so early?"

"Yeah, and why aren't 'cha wearin' any pants?" Buttercup asked.

"Well, you see girls, the Professor and I-" she stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

"Ooh, did you have a sleepover?!" Bubbles squealed, much more awake now.

"Um yes, exactly, a sleepover," she agreed, if only to save their sex education for another time, preferably when they were several years older.

She was saved from anymore conversation by the Professor's sleep-laden voice calling for her.

"Sara? Are you still here?" Professor Utonium called, stepping out of his bedroom with her dress in his hand. "If you are, you'd better get dressed before..." he trailed off as he noticed his daughters standing in the doorway to the bathroom, Ms. Bellum blushing brightly behind them.

"Uh, good morning, girls. You're up early," he said nervously.

"Morning, Professor. Ms. Bellum said you had a sleepover," Blossom said.

"Wha? Uh, yes, a sleepover," he quickly stuttered.

This was definitely not the way he pictured them finding out. Buttercup's eyes narrowed, darting between the two nervous adults.

"Wait a minute..." she said, slowly figuring it out. Her eyes widened as she pieced everything together. "You didn't have a sleepover, you're dating her!"

'Shit!' both adults thought as all three stared at them. 'This could have gone so much better.'