A/N

Oh. Mah. Goodness. 19 Reviews for chapter two? You guys move me to tears!

Thanks to 1000GreenSun, anim3luvr, l0vetakesnoprisoners, ppgrulz123, spiceypepper, My Silver Wings18, Fairytale Perception, NAWHdinosaurs, Ikuni Hattori, JayJayBrownie, kadienewberg, Joydream, Adork4cartooncouples, I'm Nikolai's wifey Natasha x, piercing-green-eyes, animeskullgirl16, and . :)

And also, I've still got Writer's Block for Another Kind of Revenge… Oh, well. Hope I'm keeping you entertained enough here while I figure out what's goin' on over there, heh.

Anyway, glad to hear that ya'll liked the Greens. And the Blues.

Soooo, I guess I don't want to disappoint. Here are the Reds my good people. :)

BUT I tricked you! Because this aint pre-relationship. :

Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls.


Reason 3: How cute they look when they sleep.


Reds- In-relationship

The ceiling was white.

The sheets were white.

The walls were white.

But the bedspread was pink. Her bedspread was pink.

This was all hers, and I felt like a dirty, dirty person as I helped her inhabit her bed.

As I lay on my back with my arms folded behind my head, looking up at her white, pock-marked ceiling with her sheets tangled up around my naked lower-half.

As I thought my selfish, selfish thoughts.

See, we were twenty-two years old, both of us. Been dating since we were just out of high school, freshmen year in college to be exact.

We went to the same one, obviously, and she'd invited me over to her sorority for a graduation party last night, as we'd just graduated that afternoon.

I really shouldn't have come; seeing that I had a job interview early the next day and it probably wouldn't make me very appealing for the job if I had a hangover.

I couldn't resist her though, with her long, luscious red hair and her wide coral-colored eyes and lips. She was seductive, but the nerd didn't even know it. She was a proud virgin, and she loved to boast about it.

Notice how I said was, but we'll get to that in just a second.

Anyway, I came over to her sorority for her stupid party. I did it for her because her housemates were just… ugh.

There was lots of alcohol, but surprisingly, I didn't touch half as much as I usually did. Maybe it was the thought of throwing up halfway through the interview the next day that got to me.

But shockingly, little miss wholesome-genius got a teeny bit tipsy.

I'd been in the kitchen, sitting on a barstool in front of the island, mingling with some of the other girls' and their boyfriends. Some guy named Mitch and I were debating about sports when she flounced up. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of the night. Some of her friends had dragged her away, giving her shit about what she was wearing. It wasn't that bad, honestly, it's not like I didn't like rose-colored sweaters and jeans, but catching a glimpse at the things they were wearing quickly changed my mind and I realized that it might be best for her to go with them, so I told her I'd see her later.

As I was saying, she flounced up in this sexy little number. It was a cherry red dress that hugged her figure and reached her mid-thigh. That wasn't the first thing I noticed, though, I'm not that pervy. The first thing I noticed was that she was slurring my name and that she had alcohol breath. Obviously, clothes weren't the only things her buddies had thrust at her.

Unable to take my eyes off of her, she'd simply taken the opportunity, giggling and hiccupping as she did it. She took my arm and dragged me up the carpeted stairs to her sizable room.

Before we'd even reached the doorway she was unbuttoning my red button up shirt and breathing heavily, and my eyes were probably as big as saucers.

She was hammered, and she had no idea what she was doing!

I'd grabbed her hands gently, prying her off of me. She took this the wrong way and went limp in my arms, pulling our hands toward the bottom of her dress as she stood on tiptoe to almost slobber all over my mouth.

I stepped away, putting my hands up in front of me as I released my hold on her wrists.

"Blossom," I had said, "You have no idea what you're doing."

She'd come towards me again, but this time slower, lowering her lids to blink her long, curled eyelashes at me. I couldn't resist, as she stood on tiptoe again, but this time, more graceful as she captured my lips with hers in a lingering kiss.

It was then that she whispered, "Yes I do," Against me and she uh… Let me… y'know.

But those events lead up to this one: Us naked in bed together, me realizing not for the first time that I'm a sick, awful person as I think even more sick, awful thoughts.

Because about an hour ago (Yes, I'd been laying there for an hour) I had realized that I hadn't even thought to use a condom.

Why would I even bring one? I mean it was Blossom.

And there were so many consequences that came with going without one.

1. A kid, or, well, kids. Hopefully just a kid, though, because, eesh. I didn't like kids.

2. A kid.

3. A kid.

4. A kid.

Might I go on?

And I couldn't handle it.

I'd finally decided upon that right now at this very moment, actually. It was the entire reason I was even laying here, staring up at something that wasn't mine, laying in something that wasn't mine, lying next to something that could be mine, but after the decision I was about to make, it was very unlikely that something like that would happen.

I'd been warring with myself for an hour about whether I could handle taking care of something that was mine, that I'd helped create. If I could handle changing diapers, or rocking things to sleep, or picking things up from daycare because mommy and daddy were working all day, or if I could handle talking about problems at school and…

I… couldn't handle it. As I've said before.

And as that thought crossed my mind, it was then that I quietly sat up, disturbing the sheets that had been tangled around my legs. I managed to silently slide out of bed and pull on my boxers and then my jeans. I left my shirt for last, holding my breath as I picked it up, and slid my arms through the short sleeves.

I breathed out quickly, thoughts rushing through my mind.

Blossom could handle it. She was strong; she'd be a great mom. I could just go and never look back or see her again… after all; it was my last week here! My roommate would probably vouch for me if she came to the dorm and knocked on our door. He'd tell her I wasn't there. And then I'd leave, change my phone number… she'd met my mom a couple of times, but there was no contact information, and she probably hadn't paid enough attention to know my childhood home's address.

I could avoid her, she could raise the kid by herself, find a better guy to be it's father, one that could put up with hormonal women and children like it was his occupation, and we'd all live happily ever after!

As I was sliding my black cell phone into my pocket, she suddenly started murmuring a sentence. And the last word of this sentence was my name: Brick. Said dreamily and lovingly.

A pit grew in my stomach and I unwillingly felt tears itch at the back of my eyes. Breathing deeply I turned around.

Don't be awake, Blossom, please… it'll make this so hard, I thought as I scrunched my nose up in preparation to face her bleary eyes and turned around.

But, there she was. On her side, facing me, asleep.

Feeling like even more of a douche, I just watched her, even though I had basically relinquished my claim on her and she was no longer mine. I just let myself indulge one last time.

Her eyes were closed, her face was pale and blotchy, her full lips were parted just a little, allowing me to see her perfect, white teeth. Her hair, which had been in a ponytail the night before, was now down and most of it was flowing across her pillow while some of it stuck to her face in curly strands. She gripped the sheets about her body, hugging them to her in a possessive fashion that also didn't allow me to see any part of her below her shoulders.

She mumbled something, turning over and allowing me a glimpse of her slender back.

She slept like an angel…

The tears were starting to shove through my eye sockets, like persistent children dragging their parents by the hands into a candy shop, and they wouldn't stop.

UGH! AGAIN WITH THE CHILDREN!

Breathing hard, I forced myself to turn around. I could barely see, as my eyes were tearing up, so I hope that that's a good enough explanation as to what I saw through the blur: A small little child, looking up at me.

It was sitting on the floor; it's legs off to the side as it stared up at me, one tiny fist rubbing one dark pink colored eye. Its hair was dark red, but in some places it was lightening with age. And it was a boy. A tiny, baby boy. That looked like both me, and the woman lying in bed behind me. So… I guess it was… my baby boy.

This stopped me in my tracks, as it would any other person, because it was a small child that probably wouldn't belong in a sorority house.

As I stared at it, it smiled up at me. Unable to believe my hazy eyes, I blinked them rapidly. But, with the first blink, the baby was gone, only to be replaced by my red and white Reeboks that cluttered the floor where it had been.

Almost filled with relief, I stooped to pick them up, shoving the first one on my right foot before kneeling down to tie it.

She moved again, but this time, it was her leg. It made the bed shake slightly, and she mumbled my name. Again. Like she knew in her sleep that I was leaving, and that I was leaving her with a burden, and that I'd never, ever see her again.

I looked over my shoulder as I finished the bow with shoelaces, and let my red eyes rest upon her face once more.

In her face I could see that baby boy's features. Our baby boy's features. That alone, and the fact that she slept so beautifully, made up my mind. Again. But differently this time.

Cursing myself inwardly, and realizing that I'd probably regret this next decision, I pulled my shirt over my head, and kicked my shoe off. Shimmying my pants down my legs again, I crawled back into bed, replacing the sheet over my body where it had been.

Taking a deep breath, I scooted closer to her, wrapping my arms around her small, shapely body.

At my contact, her eyelids fluttered open and she breathed against my arms as she leaned down to kiss my hand.

"Can I sleep some more? I feel really… awful," She said groggily, her voice scratchy and tired.

I chuckled deeply and kissed the top of her head. "Of course you can. Go back to sleep, beautiful."

She nodded blearily, and within seconds, her breathing was deep and rhythmic.

I stared at our hands, hers hugging her own body right above mine, and realized for the first time, that it wasn't all me. I wasn't alone.

We were in this together, and hopefully that was how it would stay.

A/N

Not as mushy as you're used to, and I honestly don't really like this one… sorry if I disappointed anyone!