Chapter 2: It's A Boy(friend)

Bubbles' POV

All five of us heard the massive commotion from downstairs, so naturally, we investigated. We saw the professor on his knees, facing the wall with his back towards us.

"Professor, is everything alright? We heard a giant explosion coming from downstairs!" Brick asked as we floated down the stairs towards him. He began to quickly scoop something up off the floor.

"Oh, hello kids! I didn't even hear you. How are you doing upstairs?" He turned to face us, smiling nervously. Whatever he had scooped up was now being held behind him.

"Is something the matter, Daddy-O?" Buttercup asked as she glided down the banister.

"No no, I'm alright. I'm perfectly fine... however, I'm not so sure if I can speak for your friend."

"What happened to Boomer?" I asked, worriedly.

"Don't worry, Bubbles. He's quite alright... just very, very different."

You're damn right, I'm different! What the hell was in that stuff? Boomer thought.

"What do you mean, professor?"

"I can't exactly... explain," he told me. He looked down and brought his secret to our view.

"Woah!"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Why?"

"Oh my God, it's so cute!" I squeaked. In his hands he held a little infant with blonde hair, like mine. It's loins were wrapped in a dishcloth, so I couldn't tell whether or not if it was a boy or girl. It had piercing blue eyes, like the kind of blue that you can only find from deep inside a glacier, and for some reason, fixed his sights on me. "What does this... random baby... have to do with what happened to Boomer?"

"Well, Bubbles-"

"Can I please hold him, professor?"

"Um, sure Bubbles... I don't think he'd mind." Professor extended the baby out to me, and I gently cradled him against my breast. The infant nuzzled his head into my chest, a giant smile brewing as he continued to rub and gaze back into my eyes. It was almost devilish.

"He's so adorable!" Suddenly, I came to a frightening realization. "He kind of... looks like... Boomer." With that, all of the color drained from my body. My boyfriend was now a tiny, adorable, vulnerable, incompetent, simple-minded baby boy (I'm pretty sure that this is considered pedophilia in some countries)! Boomer however didn't really seem all that concerned, as he fluffed my bosom like a pillow and took a graceful little slumber... the deviant smile still plastered to his face... Bastard.