Exactly 54 days, 9 hours, 16 minutes, and 51 seconds later.
August 28th 7:08:10am Wednesday.
Bubbles sighs, standing nervously in front of her family. Boomer stares at his shoes under the dining room table while he anxiously twiddles his thumbs. He knows where this is going, he know this would happen soon, but even so…he doesn't think he can bear to hear her say it.
"I can't cook anymore," she announces, gently rubbing her 8 month along, almost 9, large belly, "it's too tiring, I'm sorry, everyone, but I just can't for right now."
"Food?" Boomer whimpers, looking up at her with helpless glassy eyes.
"I'm sorry," Bubbles answers, shaking her head sadly. Letting a tear fall, Boomer dramatically frails his arms in the air before collapsing onto the table altogether, his head landing on his forearm.
"NO! Foood!" he screams desperately, "FOOOOOOODDDD!"
"Boomer," Brick sighs, his arms crossed impatiently, "do you have to be so dramatic? Someone else can cook for a few months."
"Oh yeah? Who?" Boomer challenges, meeting his brother's red eyes with a glare. "Brick, you only know how to make cereal, and sometimes you even mess that up. Buttercup can only make burnt toast, and Butch... Butch, I am never touching anything you cook ever again...those were some nasty years."
Brick shudders at the memories, "agreed."
"And Blossom can't cook, last time she did she set the oven for 850 degrees and almost set the house on fire!"
"I thought it would go faster!" Blossom interjects in self defence, "850 at 5 minutes should be the same as 425 for 10!"
"Foooooooooooddddd," Boomer whines, not really caring about what Blossom has to say. He bangs his head against the table disappointingly. Butchercut stares at his aunt and uncle curiously as Bubbles begins to gently pat Boomer's pat encouragingly. Smiling, Butchercut claps his hands, gathering himself attention at the noise.
"Foooooooood," he murmurs slowly, causing Boomer to smile widely while Butch's jaw simply drops to the floor.
"Stop stealing my kids, man!" Butch groans, though Boomer merely ignores him.
"See?" He yells, suddenly cheerful, "someone understands!"
"FOOD!" Butchercut yells again. Buttercup groans, running a hand down her face.
"Here we go," she mutters, kicking Butch's calf as he whines still about Boomer stealing his children.
"Food!" Butchercut grins, happily clapping his hands in time with Boomer's as they begin to chant, "food, food, food, food, food, food, food, food, food, food, food, food." It gets annoying fast and Brick decides it needs to end. Now.
Rubbing his temples, he screams, "SHUT UP!" at the pair, who silence immediately upon his outburst.
The room falls into silence, leaving Blake and Brett to only stare at their father in wide-eyed amazement.
A few silent minutes pass before, suddenly, Blake bursts into laughter. The room's attention turns to the melancholy boy in wonder and, within a few seconds, Brett joins his brother.
Soon the entire table is bursting into laughter at a joke they neither know nor understand.
A phone erupts through the room, blasting over the gleeful noise of their laughter.
"Hello," Buttercup breathes, trying to calm down from her laughing fit.
…
"Hey, Robs, 'sup with you?"
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"Dude, no! No way!"
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"Yeah but...I mean, are you sure about this? You guys..."
….
"Yeah."
…
"Yeah, I guess."
…
"Yeah, I'll see you at Blossom's wedding, I guess."
…
"Yup, late," Buttercup sighs, tucking her phone back inside her pocket. "Um... Robin and Mitch are calling off their engagement."
Upon the announcement , the room again falls into a silence.
"That's terrible," Bubbles mumbles, soft voice cutting through the silence with surprising vigor.
"Yeah," Blossom murmurs in agreement, "they looked so happy."
"I guess they weren't happy enough," Buttercup adds with a shrug.
"Yeah, this sucks," Boomer mutters, throwing an arm across Bubbles' shoulders, "BUT we have bigger issues! Like, WHO'S GOING TO COOK per example!"
"FOOD!" Butchercut yells, almost in a way of emphasising Boomer's point.
Brick smirks, a wonderful idea littering his mind as he stares down at Boomer from across the table.
"Boomer, I think that you should cook," he announces, noting the way Boomer shrinks away.
"Wha-what?" Boomer stutters, staring at his brother.
"Bubbles? Could you teach Boomer please?" Brick asks, completely and totally ignoring Boomer as he screams in protest.
"Sure!" Bubbles smiles, grabbing onto Boomer's hand and dragging him into the kitchen while he begs and whines in protest.
Once left from the blue siblings' presence, Brick leans to whisper something softly into Blossom's ear, lightly caressing her hair while Butch and Buttercup do their best to ignore the public display.
"Save it for the bedroom," well, Buttercup was trying to ignore them at least, Butch not so much. Brick rolls his red eyes, smiling briefly when Blossom lays her lips against his cheek.
"Come 'ere, dip shit, I want to talk to you," Brick commands as he stands from his chair. Not waiting for a response, he grabs ahold of one of Butch's ears and drags him away into the living room.
"Ow, damn it, Brick, what I'd do this time?" Butch whines, rubbing his ear in pain after Brick had finally released it.
"Nothing...yet...I just wanted to talk to you is all," Brick explains, looking towards Butch, but not quite at him. Brick's gaze is fixed directly at the wall behind Butch while his palms sweat for a stupid reason Brick doesn't even feel the need to think over at the moment.
"Okay," Butch mumbles, shifting his hands into his pockets, "what is it?"
"I...," Brick sighs, shifting his gaze ever so slightly to look Butch straight in his green eyes, "I was wondering if you could walk Blossom down the aisle?"
"Sure," Butch states with a smirk, his mind not on his elder brother's wedding but his younger brother's bet.
"Thanks, bro," Brick smiles, adjusting his hat slightly to cover his sigh of relief.
"Nah, don't worry about it...You're my older brother after all, I pretty much have to do whatever you tell me to."
Brick breathes a laugh, ruffling his brother's black hair for a moment before shaking his head at him and leaving the room with a silent wave.
Once alone, Butch can't help but smile an ear-splitting grin.
"What now, Boomer?" he mumbles, "you owe me forty bucks~ I told you Brick would ask me to walk Blossom down the-wait...Oh shit...fucking, Boomer."
With a final bitter groan for himself, Butch follows his brother's way out of the room and back into the dining room.
"AH!" they can easily hear Boomer scream in pain from behind the door of the kitchen.
"BOOMER! WHEN THE STOVE IS RED IT MEANS IT'S HOT!"
"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!"
"I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS!"
"AH! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! What do I do? What do I do?"
"Run it under cool water." Upon her suggestion, Boomer bolts to the sink, being careful to turn on the cold water instead of hot before letting the water touch his hurting hand.
"Thanks," Boomer breathes, sighing at the feeling of the cool water's touch. Bubbles giggles in response, giving him a reassuring smile when he happens to give her a glance.
"Ok, we are almost done," Bubbles sings with a smile, "I'll go ask Buttercup and Blossom to set the table for us!"
Boomer sighs as she leaves, looking from the food on the stove to his still slightly stinging hand.
Re-entering, Bubbles closely examines the food, wanting Boomer's first cooked meal to be the best it can be while Buttercup and Blossom carry dishes into the dining room.
"Alright," Bubbles murmurs after a few minutes, "it's ready!" Boomer nods, quickly grabbing the pots of food in his hands to carry to the nest room, successfully ignoring the pain in his hand as he curses his chemical x blood for not being faster in healing his hand under his breath.
He sets down the food with a sigh, taking his normal helping, though eating it slower than usual, quite tired from the efforts of cooking.
Having taken a bite, Butch abruptly puts down his fork and simply stares at his food in utter amazement.
"Boomer," he murmurs in surprise, "this is really good...I mean, not Bubbles good, obviously, but ..GOOD."
Boomer rolls his eyes at his surprised tone, "gee, thanks, Butch, I knew you had faith in me."
Butch smiles in response, the table growing quiet until the meal is finished.
Upon it's completion, Butch and Buttercup take their children and head off to their room, Blossom taking the twins, one on each arm, and heading off to theirs. Boomer begins to pick up and wash the dishes, Bubbles helping a little before leaving him for their room, having grown too tired to be of any help.
Brick lingers in the kitchen as Boomer tries to wash the dishes as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Boom," he murmurs in to the otherwise quiet atmosphere, "can I ask you something?"
"Sure, man, what's up?" Boomer answers, drying the last of the dishes.
"Would you be my best man?" he asks, attempting to look indifferent by shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
"Of course!" Boomer answers, smiling brightly at his sibling.
"Awesome, man," Brick replies with his own smile, "well, I'll see you later."
"Yup, later bro!"
Boomer smirks upon his brother's exit, his mind focused on the forty dollars just waiting for him inside of Butch's pocket.
Exactly 22 days, 1 hour, 40 minutes, and 16 seconds later.
September 19th 8:48:26am Friday.
Bubbles sighs as she gets in the car, rubbing her 'ready to pop' belly anxiously.
"God," she whispers as Boomer starts the car, "when will they just come out!"
"Bubs," he laughs, pulling out of the drive way and heading out on the road to follow his brother to their destination of the movie theater at the mall, "you're not due until the 21st, you have a few days yet."
"I KNOW, BOOMER! I'm just so fucking sick of being pregnant!" Bubbles yells, suddenly extremely angry.
"Yeah...heh," Boomer mumbles, not wanting to upset her hormones any further.
A pregnant Bubbles is a scary Bubbles...especially an angry pregnant Bubbles.
They arrive at the movie theater at relatively the same time as their siblings, heading into the theater to buy tickets to the kid's movie 'Cars 2.' Buttercup and Butch walk in carrying Butchercut and Butterfly while Brick and Blossom hold the birthday boys, Brett and Blake.
Butch smirks upon entering the theater.
"Hey, guys, the theater's empty again!" he cheers, happily taking a seat and putting his feet up on the chair in front of him.
"Wow, we must come at the right time," Boomer announces, taking a seat on one side of his brother while Buttercup takes the seat on the other side.
"Whatever," she answers, "we're late anyway, the movie's almost about to start."
Buttercup is right as the lights are already dimmed and upon her words, the feature presentation announcement appears.
16 minutes into the movie.
"Look!" Brett exclaims, overly excited as Lightening McQueen crosses the finish line. Blake merely glances at his brother, seemingly uninterested in the actual movie before him.
47 minutes into the movie.
Bubbles shifts against Boomer's shoulder, fast asleep as he rubs her arms soothingly, eyes wandering around the room, no longer interested in the screen.
Butch yawns, cracking his neck as he blinks his eyes, willing himself to stay awake while Buttercup simply stares at him, but yet, not at him, her eyes vacant and dead.
Blossom rubs Brett's back softly while he smile at the screen, his brother watching the movie with small intest until an explosion happens to appear across the screen. Brick smiles, noticing the way Blake's eyes light up in amusement at the fire.
80 minutes into the movie.
"YES!" Brett screams at the screen, not noticing the way Bubbles jolts awake and glares at Boomer, blaming him for her sleep's interruption. He smiles back at her gaze uneasily, trying gently to coax her back to sleep. Brett, per chance, happens to glance towards her with one of his huge bright smile, she giggles, giving him a smile back.
Yawning, she kisses Boomer's cheek before re-resting upon his shoulder and shutting her eyes once again.
111 minutes into the movie, the end of the movie.
Brett can't help but smile as all the loose ends are tied up and the day is saved, if not the world, by the one and only Lightning McQueen...and his friends. Blake, beside him, smiles smalley to himself both at his brother's happiness and the movie.
Upon seeing the credits out of the corner of her eye, Buttercup is finally able to snap out of her daze she had been in for most of the movie. Looking down, she smiles to see the sleeping Butterfly in her arms, Butchercut sleeping in the sleeping Butch's lap beside her. Buttercup raises an eyebrow, noticing the sleeping blues in the two seats beside Butch. What? Was she the only parent that stayed awake through that whole movie? Gee...
"Can we go now?" a fully awake Brick asks, Blossom wide awake beside him. So she wasn't the only one..cool.
"Yeah, it's just that everyone else fell asleep..." Buttercup replies, standing up. Blossom rolls her pink eyes before reaching down to lightly tug at Bubbles' hair.
Looking back, the pink puff should really have thought more about this action.
But..it was a habit from waking her sisters up to get to high school.
...her sisters were never pregnant in high school...
"AH! BLOSSOM, YOU MOTHER FUCKER, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILLL YOU! You hurt my hair...MY HAIR! For that...you die!"
"BUBBLES!" Boomer shouts, luckily awake from Bubbles' loud outburst. He grabs onto her large waist, preventing her from jumping onto of Blossom, something that would hurt Blossom and their future children.
"LET ME GO!"
"Whoa...Butterbutt...you're sister is crazy when she's prego," Butch murmurs, holding Butchercut carefully as he whimpers.
"I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M HARDCORE! HARDCORE!"
"Bubbles...right now you're just fucking crazy," Buttercup answers, eyeing her sister carefully as she thrashes in Boomer's arms.
"BUTTERCUP! Watch your language, our children are here," Blossom warns, holding Brett closer while he only laughs at the situation, not fully understanding.
"BLOSSOM, WHEN WE GET HOME I'M GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR HAIR STRAND BY RED STRAND!"
"Bubbles, calm down," Boomer whispers, gently brushing his lips against her cheek as she angrily glares at Blossom.
"Boomer, bro, you got this right?" Brick asks. Boomer shrugs, holding Bubbles a little tighter as she reaches for a shoe to throw.
"Cool, we out," Butch calls, taking the simple shrug as an absolute yes. Brick follows behind him, grabbing Blossom's hand and dragging her and Brett out too. Buttercup blows air through her lips before following them, not sparing the blue siblings a second glance before leaving them to their own ways.
Boomer sighs as Bubbles giggles, having calmed immediately after Blossom left the theater.
"Thank god this pregnancy won't last much longer..." he whispers to himself.
"What was that?" she asks, peering back at him innocently.
"NOTHING! I just...love you, you know?" he answers, loving the way she giggles and hugs him, gently rubbing her cheek against his as her large stomach presses against him.
He sighs again, this pregnancy needs to end...soon.
They head out the way their siblings have already gone, getting into their car and hurrying home, hoping to not be too far behind the others. They arrive back at the house just as the others are entering through the front door.
Immediately they gather in the living room, passing out pieces of the marble cake Boomer had finished prior to leaving for the movie.
The first present to be picked is for Brett, it's wrapping a light blue with a dark red ribbon. Boomer and Bubbles smile at the choice, watching closely as Brett tries to tear off the paper, eventually realizing the he needs the help that his older brother, Blake, supplies him with.
Together they rip off the paper, revealing the small object inside. Brett smiles gleefully at the object, lifting the fluffy red teddy bear out of the box with care.
"An inhaler can fit inside," Boomer whispers to Blossom, to which she smiles gratefully.
"Thank you Bubs and Boom!" Brett giggles, smiling widely as he hugs and caress his new toy.
"You're welcome, Brett," Bubbles answers, answering his pleasant smile with one of her own.
"Okay, Blake," Brick speaks, turning his attention for his youngest son to his eldest, "your turn to pick one to open." Blake nods in understanding, grabbing a red box splattered with light green paint and dragging it over closer to him.
"That's from us," Buttercup murmurs, anxious to see as to whether her nephew likes the present or not. Brick gives her a glance and a thankful grin before turning back to his sons as they rip the paper off together and open the box.
Blake smirks, a Nerf basketball hoop to go with his ball.
"Thank you," he murmurs, meeting the Green's gaze with his happy red eyes.
"No prob, Blake," Butch replies, giving him a little wink.
Brett drags his next present over with some effort, tilting his head at his brother before they begin to rip the red and green striped paper off together.
Inside is a fine starter set of Hot Wheels, which normally wouldn't be given to a child until they were much older than Brett's current age, but seeing as how Brett and Blake, along with Butterfly for that matter, seem to have matured so quickly, the gift givers had no fear of giving the gift and the parents of the gift receivers had no fear about receiving the gift.
Brett smiles at his aunt and uncle widely, "thank you, Buttercup and Butch!"
"You're welcome," Buttercup answers, watching her nephew with a smile as he stares at the toybox in wonder-filled happiness. Blake turns to his last present, a blue box with red polka dots, and he and Brett rip the paper off.
Blake carefully takes his present out, clutching the silky material tightly as he shows the gift to his parents.
"Townsville Vipers, jersey number 5," Brick reads, smiling as his son looks at the shirt curiously. After examining the jersey closely, he smiles a small smile, "thank you aunt Bubbles and uncle Boomer."
"You're welcome, Blake," Boomer answers, throwing an arm around Bubbles as she smiles brightly. Brett moves from Blake's present to his own and begins to try to open his Hot Wheels while Blake turns to his parents and asks them to put up his basketball hoop.
Bubbles yawns, growing a little weary, "I'm going to go to our room," she announces. Boomer nods, walking with her out of the room and into their own.
"This is a good day..."
Somewhere off on the other side of town, Robin puts her last box from Mitch's apartment into her car. He stares at her longingly for a moment, unsure of what exactly to do.
Feeling his gaze, she looks back towards him, not willing herself to let their eyes meet.
"What?" she asks, feigning annoyance. Mitch stares at her for another moment or two, perhaps thinking, perhaps not.
"We don't have to break up...just because I found out about Princess..." he stops, unsure as how to say it, the idea of it all too new to him. Robin looks away, hoping her doesn't notice her tears.
"Yes, we do," she argues quietly. "She...you have a family with her, not with me. It wouldn't have worked anyway, Mitch, we just don't get along...we're just...we're not meant to be."
"We could've been meant to be," he states, taking several steps closer to her, "we just have to try harder. I want to try, why don't you?" His question roams against her face with his breath, his lips way too close to her own. Robin sighs, forcing herself to look him in the eyes.
"You love Princess, I know you do...and...I love you too, but...but we're just...we're different," she murmurs, commanding herself to not fall back into his arms when he rests his forehead against hers. "We're just different, Mitch."
"But it's a good different, isn't it?"
Smiling sadly, Robin can only answer with, "it was."
"Was? Robin...please...please, don't leave me..."
"Goodbye, Mitch." Her whisper hits his ear with agonizing pain and it's all he can do to grab her shoulders, restraining her from moving away.
"Mitch? What ar-" Her thought is interrupted by the feel of Mitch's lips against hers.
The conversation is instantly lost.
The kiss is passionate and Mitch's tongue desperately touches her, embedding her taste into his memory. Her feet lift off the ground as he caresses her thighs thoughtfully, his lips moving to her neck as she tries to catch her breath.
"Mitch," she breathes, "Mitch, Mitch, we have to stop...Stop." Shutting his eyes tightly, he obeys her commands, gently setting her on the ground and taking a step away from her to give her some room.
"Please, Robin," he begs, "please don't leave me...I..I love you..." His tears gently roll out of his eyes and onto his cheek as he stares at her.
"...I love you too," she whispers, kissing his cheek gently. The salty taste of his tears stings her heart and causes her tears to flow rapidly down her face. "Goodbye, Mitch."
She slips away from and into her car, wiping her tears hastily as she starts the car and slowly drives away. Her eyes wander to the rear-view mirror, Mitch sadly watching her go, his hands shoved into his pockets, as he kicks the ground. He turns, gloomily walking back to his apartment.
Robin sighs, ignoring her heart as it screams at her to turn around and jump back into his arms, and returns her attention to the road, the radio only helping in her never-ending tears.
'Is your heart filled with pain? Shall I come back again? Tell me, dear, are you lonesome tonight?'
Exactly 2 days, 10 hours, 4 minutes, and 8 seconds later.
September 22nd 6:04:08am Monday.
"Boomer," Bubbles murmurs, poking his side softly as they lay in bed.
"Go back to sleep," he whines, shifting away from her, "I'm too tired right now."
"But, Boomer!," the pregnant Bubbles whimpers, "this is important!" Boomer turns back towards her, an eyebrow raised. Usually if he were to respond like that she would throw a shoe at him and being screaming about what a terrible man he is...seeing she hasn't tried to bite his head off yet, this must be actually important.
"What is it?" he asks, shifting into a sitting position. She purses her lips, watching him closely as he runs a hand through his messy blonde hair.
"My water broke."
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the song 'Are You Lonesome?' by Elvis.The name 'Butchercut' belongs to The flaming Angel.