Exactly 1 month, 10 days, 21 hours, 38 minutes, and 21 seconds later
April 28th 10:08:09pm Friday.
"Alright, everybody ready?" Blossom asks, placing the movie, 'The Phantom of the Opera,' within the DVD player.
"Yup!" Bubbles answers with a nod, hand resting gently on her fourth month belly, having just found out she is having twins last week. "We're all ready!"
Blossom smiles in response, dimming the lights before taking her spot on Brick's lap.
9 minutes into the movie.
"Wait…what's happening?" Boomer questions, watching in amazement as cobwebs seem to magically lift off the walls.
"They're going back in time," Blossom quietly answers. Boomer looks at her astounded.
"Oh, I was going to say… I mean, that light can sure lighten up the room and clean it and everything…wow. I feel sort of dumb now." He states sheepishly.
"That's because you are dumb, Boom," Brick taunts. Boomer sticks out his tongue at him as the movie continues.
42 minutes into the movie.
"AH!" Bubbles screams, automatically hiding in Boomer's chest.
"Bubbles," Buttercup drawls, raising an un-amused eyebrow, "what could possible scare you right now?"
"He was in the mirror! That's so creepy! How would you react if you saw someone in your mirror asking you to follow them?" Bubbles argues, nuzzling deep into Boomer's neck.
"Fine, fine, that would be sort of creepy." Buttercup agrees, patting her 7th month belly in thought. "Why the fuck is she going with him anyway?"
"Because she's an idiot, now shut up. They're singing," Blossom commands, shushing them.
43 minutes into the movie.
"THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THERE…INSIDE MY MIND!" Butch screams. Buttercup turns to him, annoyed as she crosses her arms.
"Sing with me babe, you be the Phantom, I'll be Christine!" he exclaims, winking as she rolls her eyes.
"THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THERE… INSIDE YOUR MIND!" she sings loudly, rubbing her furiously kicking belly as Butch joins her. He's not at all able to hit the notes that the female actress does, but they have fun none the less…even with their siblings begging them to stop.
78 minutes into the movie.
"She's in love with him," Bubbles coos, leaning against Boomer comfortably.
"Um…no she's not," Blossom argues.
"Yes she is," Bubble pouts.
"No, Bubbles, she isn't. Madame Giry is defiantly not in love with the Phantom. She just has pity and respect for him."
"Nope, it's love."
"No, she just thinks he's genius and stuff. She doesn't have feelings for him, at all."
"Yes, she does. I know, she loves him."
Blossom rolls her eyes, giving up on the logic within her sister, "sure, Bubbles. Sure."
"Well it makes more sense the Phantom and Christine!" Buttercup shouts, suddenly joining the argument. "He's like Madame Giry's age and he's going after Christine? That's just…wrong."
"Well…" Blossom sighs, seeing the point, "I guess, he's a little old for her."
"A little old?" Buttercup scoffs, "he's like 20 years older! That's like pedophile or something!"
"I agree with Buttercup!" Butch adds.
"He's only, like, 10 years older, at most," Blossom states, completely ignoring Butch.
"It's still weird. The Phantom is a creepy pedophile stalker if you ask me."
"Which is why he should be with Madame Giry!"
"Dear god."
99 minutes into the movie.
"Wow, this is lame," Brick comments, watching blankly as the Phantom and Raoul battle.
"Agreed," Butch mutters bitterly.
Boomer exhales slowly, "oh, look, his sword has a skull on it."
"Hm… I like him better now," Brick says lazily.
"Yeah," Butch muses, watching with little interest as the Phantom declares war, "agreed."
123 minutes into the movie.
"Why does he want her to go?" Bubbles asks, not understanding as the Phantom shouts on the TV.
"Because he knows she only kissed him to save Raoul," Blossom explains, eyes not moving from the screen.
"Aw~ Poor Phantom…Don't worry, Madame Giry still loves you!"
"She doesn't love him!"
142 minutes into the movie, the end of the movie.
"Wow, that was…weird," Bubbles muses, twirling a blonde strand of her hair around her finger. "I feel sad for the Phantom…but he was kind of a-"
"Creepy pedophile murderer stalker dude?" Buttercup suggests. Bubbles nods, stifling a yawn as she leans onto Boomer's shoulder.
"Whatever, I liked it," Blossom states, leaning further into Brick's chest.
"Yeah, well, good night. I'm going to bed," Buttercup announces, standing with a yawn. Butch says nothing, but follows her out of the living room and to their own room.
April 29th 12:06:09am Saturday.
Buttercup groans, awakening to the feel of a sudden wetness.
…
Wait a second.
"BUTCH!" she screams, panting heavily as he jolts awake beside her.
"What? What? Who's dying?" he asks, still half asleep as their siblings pile into their room, having heard Buttercup scream in panic.
"My water broke," she whispers, biting her lip softly as she states at him.
"But, but," he mutters, trying to understand the situation, "you're not due for another two months, at least!"
"I know!" she shouts, "but, damn it… just… JUST GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL!" she screams, her panic rising. Quickly, he picks her up, not waiting for their siblings as he seats her in his car and rushes to the hospital. Blossom and Brick rush behind them, Bubbles and Boomer staying to gather the stuff and to call the sitters.
"We probably could've flown," Buttercup comments, trying to keep her mind of the contractions.
"Yeah, but driving is easier. Carrying a pregnant, screaming, biting woman while trying to fly as fast as you can would be very difficult," Butch responds with a smirk, only partly sarcastic. Buttercup rolls her eyes, hand on her stomach as she pants slightly.
"I could fly myself, you know," she retorts.
"Uh huh, sure, how would you handle a mid-air contraction?" he taunts. Huffing, Buttercup doesn't respond, but only stares out the window.
They arrive at the hospital in less than 10 minutes, luckily no one is really on the road at this time of night.
Butch quickly runs to the passenger side, not even bothering to shut off the engine. He grabs Buttercup, carrying her inside.
"GET OVER HERE! MY BABY IS HAVING MY BABY!" he shouts, watching the nurses carefully as they get him a wheel chair to set Buttercup in. She grunts in pain as they wheel her away, Butch following close behind.
A few minutes pass before Brick and Blossom arrive, Bubbles and Boomer only a minute or two behind them. They take a seat in the waiting room, impatiently awaiting word from the doctor.
From down the hall they can hear Buttercup screaming, but it's muffled and unclear.
"BUTCH!" they suddenly hear her yell as Butch is shoved into the waiting room with them. Mumbling strings of curses, he doesn't notice as Brick stands beside him.
"Dude," Brick whispers, placing a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, "what's going on? Why are you out here?"
Butch exhales angrily before answering, "they said the baby was too early and coming too fast. There was too much to check, they feared I would get in the way or some shit, so I can't be there," he mutters bitterly. Longingly glancing down the hall where he can hear Buttercup call his name. He sighs, taking a seat beside Boomer as he buries his head in his hands. Brick glances at him once more before returning to his seat beside Blossom.
Minutes tick by in absolute torture. Buttercup won't stop screaming Butch's name and it's driving him to the edge of insanity. He contemplates going back there, killing anyone who opposes him on his way, when Boomer places a hand on his back.
"Chill, man, I'm sure Buttercup and the kid will be fine," he whispers reassuringly. Butch exhales, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.
"You better be right," he answers bitterly, saying nothing else while Boomer pats his back.
More minutes tick by, Butch taping his foot continuously as his anxiety grows.
"Family of Buttercup Utonium?" a voice calls, shaking Butch out of his thoughts.
"Where is she? How's my baby?" Butch asks, jumping to his feet before the doctor.
"She's fine, as is your son. He'll have to stay here for a while though," the doctor explains with a small smile.
Butch nods, "where is she?" he asks again. The doctor points to a door down the hall and Butch sprints to it, a dark green trail indicating his path as his sibling and Buttercup's sisters follow behind him.
Butch bursts in the room, almost breaking the door behind him.
"Butch," Buttercup whispers, trying to ignore the tears falling across her face. He rushes to her side, kneeling before her bed.
"Sh, sh, babe," he murmurs, kissing away her tears as she squeezes his hand.
"It hurt, Butch… It hurt, I needed you," she whimpers softly. He kisses her gently, resting his forehead against hers.
"I'm here now," he whispers, ignoring their siblings as they stand in the room awkwardly, feeling as though they're intruding on a moment.
The doctor enters, automatically getting all their attention without a word.
"You can see you child now, though you can't hold him. Follow me if you like," he announces, leaving the room with all of them trailing behind.
"There he is," he exclaims, pointing to a small child within a small plastic crib, hooked to a breathing monitor. Bright green eyes stare back at them, not particularly light in color, in fact they were quite dark, but they had a shine in them that could lighten up the sun. He didn't have any hair yet, but that was to be expected at 2 months early. Buttercup smiles, turning to better face Butch as his arm hangs loosely across her shoulders.
"How about 'Butchercut'?" she asks in a whisper, her eyes not leaving her son's.
"Butchercut…" he murmurs. "Butchercut Tom Jojo."
Buttercup smiles, kissing his cheek quickly, "agreed," she whispers against his skin.
"Butchercut Tom?" Brick asks, overhearing part of their conversation.
"Yup," Butch answers, looking towards his son again.
"I like it," Bubbles coos, smiling at Butchercut fondly.
"He doesn't have nipples," Boomer states in observation, Bubbles giggles. Blossom rolls her eyes at them, looking at her nephew with a smile.
Exactly 8 days and 13 hours later.
May 6th 1:17:12pm Sunday.
Buttercup places Butchercut gently in his crib, a tuff of black hair beginning to peak out of his scalp. Buttercup rubs his cheek softly as Butch holds her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he stares at his son.
"Another one," he whispers, his hot breath hitting her neck. She smiles, leaning her head against his.
"Another one."
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. The name 'Butchercut' belongs to The flaming Angel.