Bubbles stood in front of her bedroom mirror and studied her huge belly, which was reflected in the mirror. She lightly rested one hand on her stomach and the moment she did, she was startled a little by the firm tap against her palm, which hadn't happened very much in the last couple of months. The brief feeling of being startled by her unborn daughter's kick was replaced by a wave of love for the child she'd give birth to in three months, which flooded through Bubbles' body. He gaze shifted down towards her belly and she smiled slightly. She suddenly thought of the perfect name for her child.
"I look forward to meeting you in three months, my darling Belinda," she murmured softly to her six month belly.
"Belinda, huh?" she heard from behind her and she turned around, only to see the father of her unborn daughter leaning against the doorframe that led in and out of her bedroom.
"What are you doing here, Boomer?" she asked.
"Just wanted to drop by and see how pregnancy suits you," he replied.
"Oh, really? The last time I saw you, you pretty much told me that I wasn't to bother you with news and updates concerning our child," she snidely reminded him.
He moved out of the doorframe and approached her, but paused when he was ten feet away from her. She folded her arms across her belly and pointedly looked at him.
"Well? Are you gonna give me some lame reason why you're here or not?"
He gave a heavy sigh.
"I've been thinking about how I treated you last month and I've come here to apologize to you for that."
"Yeah, right. A villain like yourself doesn't apologize for anything, Boomer. It's just how you were created. You'll always be a villain."
He frowned.
"I'm trying to change."
"You're six months too late to change anything between you and me. Do you honestly think an attempt to apologize will just reverse the fact that I'm currently six months pregnant with your daughter?"
"I get that you're angry with me over the fact that I got you pregnant with a girl."
"Oh, I'm way beyond being angry with you," she said in an icy tone.
"What are you gonna do? Fight me? That's gonna be hard to attempt, given your current condition. Plus, you don't want to harm the baby," he replied.
"I don't have to fight you, not when I can do this," she added and thrust out her right hand towards him.
She watched, unmoved as an invisible shockwave connected with Boomer's stomach and he got sent flying backwards into her living room, only to painfully slam into the kitchen wall.