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Author's Note: Just a short one here. "Mama Do" by Pixie Lott.

What would my Mama do

If she knew about me and you?

What would my Daddy say

If he saw me hurt this way?

"You know, sweetheart, you really didn't have to go through all of this trouble," a sickly Blossom told her tremendously sweet boyfriend, who had decided to pay a visit to the Utonium residence after school.

"Nonsense," Brick replied with a handsome grin, scooping some tomato basil soup onto a spoon and fed the warm liquid to her. "I had to make it up to you."

"Make what up to me?" Blossom queried in perplexity, accepting spoonful after spoonful of delicious soup.

"It's my fault you're sick," the red Rowdyruff Boy answered, setting the lukewarm bowl on Blossom's nightstand right next to the dimmed lamp. "You spent this past weekend nursing me back to health, and now you've caught my flu."

"Aren't you afraid of catching it again?"

"Nah. You're worth it."

If it weren't for the colossal fact that she felt dreadfully ill, Blossom would have given Brick a peck on the cheek. "Well, thank you for returning the favor. I'm pleased you came through for me," she murmured while snuggle deeper from her cozy, toasty-warm covers; Brick had recently put them in the dryer to warm them up for Blossom.

"How are you feeling, by the way?" Brick questioned, tenderly combing his long, skinny digits through the Powerpuff Girl's uncouth, frizzy bangs. "Do you need me to do anything else for you, baby?"

In spite of the nauseating knot boiling in the pit of her stomach, a vibrant and tranquil smile spread across Blossom's face, from cheek-to-cheek. "I could request anything more from you, Brick. You've already been so generous."

"Maybe I have an ulterior motive."

"And what would that be?"

"I want you to keep me around." His signature, bad boy smile gave her heart wings, causing the beat to vehemently flutter.

"I never considered getting rid of you," Blossom retorted. Her temperature skyrocketed, especially within her cheeks as Brick flirted with the paler version of her former self.

"If only you could say the same for everyone in this household," Brick muttered, careful to keep his statement out of Professor Utonium's ears.

Grimacing, Blossom concurred with Brick's all too correct point. "The professor doesn't mind you as much as you think, honey, but he probably felt a little upstaged by you when you came over today. Until you arrived, he'd be the one taking care of me all day."

Brick expelled a hearty chuckle, the merry sound quite warm-hearted. "The poor professor."

"What's so funny?" Blossom inquired the cackling hyena, bemused by his continuous laughter.

"Nothing." But he continued to laugh, which failed to convinced Blossom.

Quirking an eyebrow in curiosity, the pink Powerpuff said, "You're not supposed to lie to someone who has had their immune system compromised."

"I was just wondering if I'll be like the professor when we have a daughter one day," Brick answered, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as a blush tinged his cheeks hibiscus-pink.

Whatever reply Blossom was anticipating, it had not been that. She had no idea that Brick mulled over those kinds of things—their future together, the children they would someday have...

Before she could answer him, a sharp, stern voice interrupted the couple's conversation. "Hopefully, that day won't come for a very long time," Professor Utonium uttered, standing in the center of the doorway.

"Of course," Brick agreed nervously, grabbing the bowl of soup. "Um, I'm gonna go reheat this. Be right back!" Brick all but darted out the bedroom, passed the white coat-clad scientist.

"Goodness, Professor, you didn't have to frighten him so much," Blossom griped playfully, somewhat giggling.

"I didn't mean to. I was merely joking around with the boy, albeit quite dryly," he retorted, sitting down on the desk chair placed at her bedside. "Blossom... You are sick with the flu, right? You're not-"

"No," Blossom responded, hastily cutting Professor Utonium off before he could finish the rest of that thought. "Of course not, Professor. Good lord."

Exhaling a sigh of relief, he smiled. "I just needed to make sure." Nodding, Blossom mirrored his expression, but remained silent.

"I'm back," the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys announced, his return hesitant.

"I'll leave you two alone then. Just leave the door open," the professor commanded, giving his daughter's boyfriend a wintery glower, then exited the room.

"Ghosts, monsters, spiders, Boomer's terrible morning breath, the idea of being buried beneath an enormous pile of student debt—those things don't really scare me," Brick stated, his expression dripping with anxiety.

"But the professor does?" his girlfriend teased.

With Brick's pupils widening ever-so slightly, he nodded. The fact was clear as day. "Oh, yeah."