Chapter 21
Buttercup's POV
After my little incident, Bloss drove me home and Bubbles sat quietly next to
me. I'm pretty sure the doctor told them what was up but they chose to stay
quiet. For the first time in year, I felt like crying. There was no way in hell
I would be able to do this. It was not like me.
"It's okay," Bubbles grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
I gave her a small smile. Bloss had this disappointed look on her face. She's
had it since we left. I focused my attention outside the car window. There was a
lot of families at the park today. I watched the kids squeal loudly as they
played with their siblings and friends.
Butch was going to kill me. But not before I kill him. My fists clenched. I am
so stupid! Of course, that's all he wanted! The asshole couldn't even put on the
damn rubber! If this wasn't Brick's car, I would have snapped it in half.
"B, calm down," Bloss ordered.
I tried to. I bit the inside of my cheek as we pulled into the driveway. Bubbles
gave me a warning look that meant I shouldn't do anything stupid. I ignored it
and stormed out of the car and into the house. Butch was lounging on the couch
with a game control in his hands. Boomer was sitting in the arm chair sleeping
and Brick was in the kitchen.
I stomped over to Butch and slapped him right across his face. I didn't do it
very hard because if I did he might die or something around there. He stood up
and glared down at me.
"You fucking asshole," I yelled at him.
"What the fuck did I do?" Butch asked.
Brick came in the room with a bowl of popcorn and sat down to watch. Bloss
grabbed my arm but I shrugged her off.
"Calm down," Bloss grabbed my arm again.
I pushed her away from me with such force she hit the wall hard. A crack
appeared on it and I didn't give a damn.
"Calm down? I don't understand why the fuck you aren't freaking out! Not after
this asshole knocked up your little sister! Because if Boomer knocked up
Bubbles, I would fucking castrate him!" I yelled at Bloss.
Everyone was quiet. Bloss avoided looking at me and Bubbles was silently crying.
Butch's jaw practically touched the ground and Brick nearly chocked on his
popcorn. Boomer seemed a bit uncomfortable after I said I would castrate him.
I walked to my room and slammed the door shut. Fucking pregnancy hormones. Tears
flowed out of my eyes controllably and I wiped them fiercly. There was a knock
on the door before Butch poked his head in.
"Are you crying?" He asked as he walked completely in and shut the door behind
him.
I shook my head and laid down on my bed. I pulled the green comforter above my
head. I can't imagine what he must be thinking.
Butch's POV
Help me, Lord. I didn't know what to say. Me? A dad? You're fucking kidding me.
This is how the guys on 16 and Pregnant felt like. Bubbles was addicted to that
show and often cried watching it. I let out a huff of air before sitting next to
B.
I saw how she shook. She must be sobbing. I wasn't good with crying girls. I
awkwardly patted her back and she peeked out of the covers. I was scared
shitless. I couldn't be a dad. That just wasn't something I think I'm capable
of. It's like Boomer becoming a hit man. It won't work out very well.
"You don't want it, do you?" Buttercup finally spoke.
Abortion was out of the question. I know B will never follow through with it.
Not only her; Bubbles might freak if either of us thought of it and she might
start this whole against abortion campaign. Adoption wasn't really appealing
either. The kid will obviously turn out with super powers and some normal human
won't be able to take care of it. Keeping it seemed like the only solution.
"Well... It's a big shock. I don't know what the hell I want. You want it?" I
asked her.
Buttercup looked me right in the eye. I felt as if she was looking right through
me. Slowly, she sat up and wiped her tears. I never thought in my life I would
see Buttercup cry. It seemed impossible. She was so strong and stubborn. The
idea of her crying seemed ridiculous. Now she was sitting and blowing her nose
into Puff's extra soft tissues. Her eyes were puffy and honestly, she looked
like crap.
"How do I know if it's mine?" I regretted the words once they left my mouth.
That sentence has to be the biggest dick headed move I ever made. Buttercup
cried some more and I had no idea if I should comfort her or not.
"I knew it. I knew you wouldn't think it was yours. You're a complete asshole.
You were aware I was a virgin when I slept with you?" It was a rhettorical
question.
"I know. But it was about a month ago. You could have done something during that
time with someone else," I suggested.
Buttercup pushed me off her bed. She must have thought something else because
she was the one that left the room instead of kicking me out. I didn't follow
her. Instead I watched her walk away.