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.
Okay! Good thing I decided to write this on a Thursday. Post it on a Friday. Update it all weekend. At this point I don't care if you review. I just like seeing that you've read it. That's what matters. So thanks for reading.
--Doctor's appointment--
When Buttercup woke-up she was alone on the couch. Alone in the house. She felt like she was alone in the world.
The couch pillow she had been sleeping on had now become her tear catcher. She was pregnant with a baby that could very well not be her husband's. Even if it was his, he didn't want a kid right now anyway. Of course she could always take the chickens way out. Too get rid of the baby before anyone aside from her and the baby knew.
Now she nauseated herself. She could never kill her baby. Even if it wasn't Butch's it was still hers.
"I'm in a hole that has turned into a sinking sand pit!" She grumbled into her pillow, "I'm p-"
"Buttercup?" Butch's voice made her bite her tongue.
She sat up and looked from where his voice had come from.
Butch was sitting at the dinning room table. Going through some mail by the looks of it.
"I thought you were at work. You scared me." She smiled.
"Ugh, its about eleven o'clock at night." he rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the papers in his hand, "I'm off for the next few days anyway. Which is good because tomorrow you're going to the doctor and I'm taking you."
DOCTOR?!
"I don't need to go there! Why do I have to go?" She protested her objection the idea.
"Because you're sick. You were twitching constantly and burning up in your sleep. It sounded like you were gagging as well. I don't know what's wrong with you but I don't like it." Butch retired from the table and rejoined her on the couch.
"I don't wanna go." Buttercup grumbled as he sat down.
"Its no use. You are." Butch sighed.
Buttercup didn't want to argue with him over something so pointless as a doctor's appointment. She looked at her husband. Such a strong man, yet worries over such small things.
"Butch?" she touched his shoulder.
"Yeah" He took her hand in his.
"Are you okay? You don't look so well yourself."
"Just tired." He smiled.
"I'm sorry. I made you worry over me. I wish you would've just slept as well."
"Nah, I'm fine." He smiled and pulled her into him so he could kiss her.
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"I can't believe you still made me come." Buttercup felt stupid sitting on the excuse for a patient bed/table. Butch got to sit in one of the two normal chairs. He refused to let her sit there because he thought she looked cute getting mad about sitting where she was supposed to.
"You're sick. I wanna know what's wrong." Butch smiled at her.
Buttercup knew the truth though. He didn't want to know the reason. He would flip.
"Hey. When I fell asleep yesterday I had a dream I was pregnant." She dropped the word carefully. She saw the corner of his mouth twist, "What would be so bad?"
Butch was silent for a second, he then hunched forward to break off eye contact with her, "Buttercup. Do you think we would make good parents?"
"Reasonable. We wouldn't let our child run around and kill people. Or pee of buildings, Butch." Buttercup laughed at the memory she had recalled.
"I was young." He laughed for a short second then went back to his solemn tone, "I know you would be great. Then you wouldn't be alone anymore. I wouldn't have to get up in the morning and start worrying about you as soon as I get out of bed.
"Did you know that's my biggest fear? That you're lonely and scared. That something might happen and I might lose you." He was now looking up at her through his dark bangs.
Buttercup was taken back for a long second. She knew Butch loved her, but he spent his days worrying about her?
"I'm not lo-"
A knock at the room door made Buttercup's mouth clamp shut.
"Come in." Butch called.
A pale faced balding man came in and quietly shut the door behind him.
"I have good news." He said in a happy voice, "A lot of good news really."
He stole a quick look towards Buttercup as he went to sit in his special doctor chair. She was incandescently shaking her head. He winked at her.
"You're completely fine. Just some stomach turns." He smiled.
"So she's not sick at all?" Butch didn't look convinced. He knew Buttercup better than anyone else, he knew something was wrong with her.
"Nope. Good news for you as well Buttercup." He turned his full attention to her, "You're in perfect health."
"No medicines to make the 'stomach turns' stop?" Butch quizzed.
"Nothing you can do really. Just wait." the doctor's eye shot over to the worried girl on the table.
She sighed in relief. The doctor didn't blow her secret.
"Well thank you, doctor, but we must be on our way." Buttercup hopped off the table and gathered her things.
"No problem." The doctor smiled as Buttercup forced Butch out the door.
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Buttercup knew it would take a lot to convince Butch she was okay. But as long as she is away from anything that might give her secret away, she would feel better.
"Finish what you were saying." Butch instructed after a few minutes of silence in the car.
"What I was saying when? That I told you I was okay?" Buttercup turned her eyes to look out the window.
"No. What you were going to say before the doctor walked in."
"Oh. I was just going to say you don't have to worry. I'm not lonely."
"Why do you say that? I know you're lonely. Why do you try to lie to save my feelings when I already know the truth?!" Butch's temper flared.
"Because I'm not lonely!" Buttercup shot back, "Why do you oppose to having a baby so much?!"
Butch didn't respond. He just gripped the stirring wheel tighter. Focused on the road. Acting as if he hadn't heard her question.
"Butch, answer me." Buttercup was getting irritated as well.
He still didn't answer.
"Butch!"
"I don't think I'd be a good father! Boomer and Brick aren't good dads. Sure they're kids have fun with 'em, but they don't know what to do! I was the worst emotionally of the three of us. You know that. If we had a kid, I just don't think I'd be able to connect with it. That it would see me as a stranger. Just someone who lives in the house but doesn't exist.
"There is no doubt in my mind that you would make a wonderful mother. Plus the baby could keep you company. But what happens when you grow more attached to the baby than me? I'll just be the outsider who comes in every night and leaves every morning!" Butch stated in sharp words.
Aww! Butch doesn't think he would make a good father! He thinks a baby would take his place in Buttercup's heart. Do you think he would make a good father? I'm keeping my opinion to myself or else there goes my whole story line. ;) Hope you enjoyed. I'll write more tonight. This chapter was just a hour and thirty minute thing. RAWR
