Exactly 10 days, 20 minutes, and 2 seconds later.
May 22nd 7:22:16am, Tuesday.
Today is the day.
It is Buttercup's due date.
The doctors have warned her that she will probably have her baby quite early in the morning, but it hasn't happened yet. Bubbles has been following her around the house the entire day, just to make sure she's always okay. Boomer is at his part time job and Brick is at their school, explaining to their teachers why they might have to miss a day or two because of the pregnancies.
Butch is sitting in the living room. His eyes lazily watching the TV as Buttercup sleeps on his shoulder. Bubbles is staring at them, keeping a watchful eye on Buttercup from beside them on the couch. Blossom is in the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water. At four months, her stomach is larger than Buttercup's was, but that's normal because of the twins.
Suddenly, a pained scream rings out. "AH!"
Bubbles and Butch immediately look towards Buttercup, expecting the sound to be from her. Buttercup lazily opens her eyes,
"That wasn't me…" she says slowly, lifting her head off of Butch's shoulder. Bubbles tilts her head in confusion,
"But if that wasn't you, than who would...?"
"AH!" Another scream rings out, promptly followed by the sound of breaking glass.
"Blossom," they mutter in unison before rushing to the kitchen. Bubbles arrives first to find Blossom hunched over on the ground, clutching her stomach tightly. Butch and Buttercup arrive soon after,
"Blossom," Butch whispers, "what are you doing? You're not supposed to go into labor, Buttercup is!" Buttercup slaps him across the face.
"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES, BUTCH! GET HER IN THE CAR AND CALL BRICK!" she yells. Butch nods, giving her a sarcastic salute before helping Bubbles carry Blossom to his car. Buttercup joins her in the back while Bubbles takes the passenger seat in the front.
"Bubbles," Butch commands as he pulls out of the drive way, "call Brick and tell him what happened, then call Boomer and tell him the same." Bubbles nods, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She quickly dials Brick's number and holds it by her ear as it rings, once, twice..
"Hey, Bubbles, what's up?" she hears his voice ask trough the phone.
"Brick, listen, Blossom is in pain and we're taking her to the hospital right now," she explains.
"What? Why? What's wrong with her?" he asks, growing in hysteria.
"We don't know, just that's very painful stomach pains."
"You don't think it's the babies, do you?" he asks, already knowing the answer but not wanting to hear it.
"We don't know… I'm sorry, Brick, but I have to call Boomer now and tell him what's going on… Be at the hospital."
"I will." With that the line goes dead. Sighing, she enters Boomer's number into her phone as fast as she can.
It rings once, twice, a third time, a forth time.
"Come on, come on," Bubbles mutters, holding her phone tighter. Finally after the phone rings a fifth time, he answers.
"Hey, Bubs. Sorry about the wait my boss wouldn't give me my phone," he explains. Bubbles takes a large breath, his voice relaxing her.
"It's okay, listen…Blossom is in major pain and we're taking her to the hospital."
"Don't you mean Buttercup?" Boomer asks confused. Blossom screams suddenly in the background.
"No, I mean Blossom… We don't know what's wrong with her, is there any chance you could get to the hospital?" she asks, a tear falling as the thought of Boomer not being able to comfort her enters her mind. She hears him sigh,
"Just a sec." She waits, almost breaking the phone with her anxious grip.
…
"Yeah, I'll be there soon," he speaks after a few minutes.
"Okay," she whispers, wanting, needing him to hold her. "Boomer?"
"Yeah?"
"Hurry."
"Don't worry, Bubs. Everything is going to be fine, I'll be there soon. I promise." She soaks up his soothing words as he hangs up and repeats them to herself, trying to block out the sound of her sister's screams and cries.
"We're almost there," she hears Butch mumble as they turn onto the high way. "We're almost there."
…
They arrive at the hospital about 5 minutes later. Rushing the now breathing heavily Blossom into the emergency room as she clutches her stomach in pain. All eyes stare at them as they enter, Buttercup gives Bubbles a little nod, as Bubbles has the loudest voice. Quickly wiping her tears on her sleeve, Bubbles glares at the nearest nurse.
"WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE! MY SISTER IS IN PAIN! GET HER HELP! NOW!" she yells. The nurses rush around, getting Blossom into a wheel chair, and pushing her down the hall. Butch, Buttercup, and Bubbles begin to follow her but they are stopped.
"You can't go with her right now, we'll let you know when she can see visitors," a man states sternly. Bubbles sighs, sitting in the nearest chair. Buttercup glares at the man before taking the seat beside her sister. Staring blankly ahead, Butch takes the seat beside Buttercup. As soon as he sits down, Brick comes rushing in. Finding them quickly, he sprints to where they are sitting in silence.
"Is she okay? Where is she? What's going on?" he asks, endlessly worrying about Blossom and the twins. Butch sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"They just took her in, they won't let us in with her until later, something about she can't see visitors right now," he explains. Brick takes a deep breath, sitting beside his brother with his head down. Butch pats his shoulder,
"Hey, it's alright. I'm sure Blossom and the kids'll be fine, it's probably just a fluke or something, a painful fluke," he says, sort of reassuring. Brick sighs again, closing his eyes in thought.
"If you're not right, Butch, I'm going to fucking murder you," he mutters, opening his eyes to stare in the direction they took Blossom.
Bubbles stares at the entrance, tears flowing freely down her pale face. She's so scared and so worried and she just wants Boomer there to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay. She just wants Boomer… What's taking him so long?
Boomer pulls over, allowing the cop to walk over to his window.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asks, Boomer sighs in agitation.
"I was speeding 100 miles over the speed limit, started driving on the side walk to avoid traffic, ran three stop signs, 4 red lights, almost ran a group of kids playing hopscotch over, drove away from you when you first turned on your lights, and crashed your backup's car." Boomer states as quickly as he can. The cop raises an eyebrow,
"Can you tell me why you did all of that, son?" Boomer taps his foot impatiently,
"Look, man, I got to go! Now!" He yells, the police man shakes his head.
"You're not going anywhere for a long time, drivers license and registration please," he commands, a hand outstretched towards Boomer's window. Boomer glares at him.
"Oh, fuck no!" he shouts, stomping his foot on the gas as he speeds away.
"Hey, get back here!" the cop calls after him before running back to his own car. He quickly grabs his radio, calling it in as he starts his car and speeds off after Boomer.
An epic car chase ensues. Boomer in the lead due to his head start, faster car, and advanced driving skills. He drives on the sidewalk, avoiding people, runs stop lights and stop signs without being seen, avoiding cars and stuff with expert practice.
The cop is not so lucky.
He almost crashes several times and doesn't have the skill of avoiding things at such a fast speed as Boomer does. However, back up soon arrives and joins the chase, surrounding Boomer as he continues down the road. Boomer only drives faster.
Finally, a sigh of relief escapes Boomer's lips as the hospital comes into view. He speeds right up to the door, jumping out of his car and running into the building, the cops not far behind him. As soon as he enters, Bubbles runs into him.
"BOOMER!" she cries, desperately clinging to his shirt. "I was so worried, what took you so long?" He rubs her back in comfort, holding her tighter as the cops burst in.
"Alright, freeze! The car race is over, jack-wipe!" a cop hollers at him. Boomer turns around to face them, his eyes livid as Bubbles clings to his arm, holding his hand tightly in hers.
"Look man, do you see my fiancé over here? She calls me, worried to death about her sister, who is like a sister to me, because her sister's in the hospital, here, with stomach pains and you know what's so bad about that?" he asks darkly, the cops shake their head silently.
"She's freaking pregnant! With freaking twins! We don't know what the hell is going and we're worried to death about it, SO I'M SORRY IF I WAS SPEEDING A LITTE!" Boomer screams, beyond pissed off. The cops awkwardly stare at him.
"We're still going to have to give a tic-"
"Fuck off, leave it on my car!" Boomer responds bitterly, holding Bubbles close again, letting her soak his shirt with her tears. The cops stand and put their guns away, awkward leaving the building, and placing a very expensive ticket in the windshield of Boomer's car.
Boomer softly takes Bubbles' hand, guiding her back towards the seats. He sits in one of them and pulls her onto his lap. Bringing the hand he's holding to his mouth, he kisses it softly.
"I so sorry I took so long, Bubbles," he murmurs into her ear as she leans into him. More tears fall down Bubbles face and he kisses them away.
"It's okay," she whispers, "you're here now. That's all that matters." Smiling slightly, she closes her eyes as Boomer kisses her head. He wraps his arms snugly around her waist, keeping her close as they wait in silence.
…
13 long minutes pass.
Finally, a nurse appears.
"Family of Blossom Utonium, you can see her now." The nurse is barley able to finish her sentence before Brick is up, asking what room.
"Room 13, I'll show-" Before she finishes her thought, Brick is already gone. Only a long red trail left behind. Two blue trails quickly follow him. Butch and Buttercup follow, Butch helping Buttercup along as she's very pregnant and can't quite run at super speed anymore.
Brick nearly kicks the door off its hinges.
"Blossom!" he shouts, rushing to kneel beside her on the floor as she lays in the bed.
"Brick," she whispers, a few tears falling down her face. Brick leans towards her and kisses her deeply.
"I was so worried," he whispers, resting his forehead against hers.
"I know," she sighs, brushing her nose slightly against his.
"Are the twins…?" he leaves the question hanging, not wanting to finish that thought.
"They haven't told me yet," she responds, Brick wiping away her tear as soon as it falls.
"Blossom!" Bubbles yells, running straight towards her. "Thank god you're alright," she whispers, hugging her sister tightly as Brick stands and leans away from Blossom. Boomer sighs in relief upon seeing her. Turning to Brick he asks,
"How are the kids?" Brick stares at the floor, grabbing Blossom's hand and giving it a squeeze.
"We don't know." He answers as Butch and Buttercup enter. Hearing his statement, they figure what it means and both of them sigh. Butch puts an arm around Buttercup and rubs her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
The doctor enters,
"We know what happened," he announces, gathering the attention of everyone in the room.
"And?" Brick asks, Blossom nearly squeezing the life out of his hand.
"Your children are fine." The room lets out a breath no one knew they were holding.
"Thank god," Brick murmurs, rubbing Blossom's fingers with his thumb.
"They were fighting for space in the womb. This happens very rarely in pregnancies and when it does happen it's never this intense. We believe the reason for the intensity is the chemical X, though we can't be sure. We recommend bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy, avoid lifting heavy objects and sudden movements. If you feel anymore pain, be sure to come back," the doctor explains.
"Okay, thank you, doctor," Blossom smiles, weakly sitting up in the bed. The doctor nods in response.
"Oh, and one more thing, we discovered the gender of the babies, if you wish to know." Brick glances at Blossom.
"It's up to you, baby," he says.
"Okay, we wish to know," she responds, smiling brightly.
"Twin boys," the doctor announces, "congratulations." Boomer smiles widely while Blossom falls back onto the bed.
"Dear god," Brick whispers, intently staring at her stomach.
"Wow, now won't that be fun!" Butch exclaims with a smirk.
"Yeah it will!" Buttercup adds with a smile. Bubbles giggles, giving Boomer a large hug and a kiss on his cheek.
Blossom sighs as Brick continues to stare at her stomach in awe.
"When can I go home?" she asks.
"Anytime you want, just remember you're on bed rest, okay? No sudden movements," he explains again. Blossom nods.
"Thank you."
"Anytime!" He calls as he exits, leaving them alone in the room.
"HA! Bed rest! Sucks to be you!" Buttercup teases, sticking her tongue out. Blossom rolls her eyes about to respond when she notices that Butch is now making out with Buttercup, the conversation long forgotten.
"What the hell, Butch!" Buttercup yells, pushing him away and smacking his arm.
"You stuck your tongue out," he says with a shrug. "I decided I wanted it to be in my mouth again!" Buttercup smacks his arm again and turns around.
"Whatever, let's just go." That said, they head out, Boomer growing more and more nervous about the expensive ticket he knows is waiting for him at his car.
Exactly 10 days, 1 hour, 28 minutes, and 34 seconds later.
June 1st, 8:50:50am, Wednesday.
Buttercup still hasn't had her baby yet, making her grow angrier and angrier every day. Blossom is on bed rest, just as the doctor said, and hardly every leaves her room. Brick is with her almost every second of the day, getting her whatever she needs, whenever. However, today he is running to the store for her, Buttercup tagging along just for the heck of it. Butch had told her it wasn't a good idea, to which Buttercup slapped him and told him it wasn't a good idea to not wear a condom either.
Brick parks his car easily, being sure to the lock the doors as Buttercup slams hers shut. She walks nonchalantly towards the entrance, giving the people that stare at her large nine month belly the finger. As soon as she and Brick reach the door, she feels an odd wetness. Looking down, her eyes widen in shock.
"Oh shit." She mumbles, Brick glances back at her.
"What?" he asks, she look up at him, staring into his eyes.
"My water just broke."
"SHIT! GET TO THE CAR!"
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