Epilogue

Ring Ring!

"I'll get it!" yelled a young women about in her mid-twenties with long red hair reaching to her hips. She wore night shorts and an oversized red T-shirt.

The woman ran to the kitchen phone and answered it with a sophisticated, sweet, "Hello? . . . Yes. . . You are! When? . . . I have to come see you soon then. . . Yes, I'll bring him, too. . . We wouldn't miss it for the world. . . . He is doing just fine being a business man. . . No. You're right. I am a lawyer for women who have been abused, or are trying to get their children back from their ex-husband. That's if they were wrongfully taken away. . . If you are interested in doing something like that I can meet with you during the summer or whenever you are free and we can discuss it. . . I think you would be wonderful at it. . . Yeah. . . What is it, Honey? . . . You can tell me anything. . . You've been having a dream about people that look like us holding a little girl in a pink. . . Oh sorry, magenta colored blanket sitting. . . on a park bench? . . . It did happen. The girl in your dream was. . . you. . . It's a lot to explain. I think that we should get back together so we can talk more about it. . . Alright. . . See you very soon. . . Love you too. . . Bye."

With that she hung up the phone with a huge smile across her face as she leaned against the island's counter top.

"Blossom? Who was that?" came a very masculine voice. Blossom quickly turned around, being startled a little by the sudden presence.

There in the kitchen doorway stood a man about a head taller than her, wearing red stripped boxer shorts, with no shirt, showing off his well-built chest, and with his hair that almost touched the top of his ears, messy as could be.

Blossom let out a comfortable sigh, "Oh Brick, it was Bonnie. She's going to be in the Romeo and Juliet ballet at her school. She wants you and me to come see her. Plus, she wants to talk to me about doing an interview that she has to do for a class next year. She has to record the interview and then she gets to show it to her entire class."

"Why wouldn't she want to interview me?" Brick whined, leaning against the doorway while crossing his arms.

"Because you're a business man. Nobody likes a business man," Blossom teased.

"Is that so? Is that why you married one?" Brick retorted.

"You weren't a business man when I married you," Blossom pointed out walking over to the fridge where some pictures hung.

One particular one had a girl that had long hair like Blossom and had Brick's red eyes who wore a pale pink ballerina outfit with a protruding tutu.

Blossom sighed, "I'm so glad we stayed in contact with her and see her most of the time. I can't believe that she still loves to see us. . . oh it just makes me so happy."

Brick started walking towards her, "We did basically raise her and we still babysit her. So yeah why wouldn't she?"

"Yeah, but she said that she is starting to have dreams about you and me when we were taking care of her. You know when we were keeping her from Ace. I'm kind of worried. I don't want her to find out who her father was," Blossom sighed walking back to the island to lean against it like before. Brick walked in front of her and stroked her cheek.

"Hay we will get through this again. Let's not worry about it right now though. It's Saturday. When is this ballet you were talking about Bonnie participating in?"

"Next Thursday," Blossom stated. Brick leaned forward and placed both hands on each side of her, trapping her against the island.

"If it's that far away, what are we going to do in the mean time? What does my little wife have planed?" smirked Brick starting to kiss down her neck.

"I don't know, but I do know that I have to tell you something," Blossom gasped.

"What?" Brick hummed against her skin.

"This is serious," she giggled, "Stop for a second. Trust me."

With a sigh he came up to meet Blossom's rose pink eyes.

"Brick, I. . . umm. . ." Blossom wasn't sure what to do or how to start with his attention now.

"Blossom, what is it?" Brick asked concerned, placing a hand on her jaw line.

Blossom smiled up at him, loving that he was always watching out for her well-being.

She took a deep breath then let it out, trying again. She took his hand from her cheek, "Brick," his eyes filled with worry, but she placed his hand over her abdomen, "I'm pregnant!" she squealed in a whisper.

"What!?" Brick asked excitedly not really believing what he was hearing. Blossom simply nodded at the excited crimson eyed, red head.

Brick was so thrilled he was basically jumping up and down. He grabbed Blossom's shoulders and started to kiss her on the lips passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her onto the countertop so she was level headed with him. After a few minutes, Brick pulled away whispering in her ear, "So what's her name going to be Mrs. Jojo?"

"I don't know, but we better figure out the gender of the baby first," Blossom stated, giggling.

"True," Brick smiled then continued kissing Blossom on the lips.


"Hay Boomer! I have something I really want to show you! Come quick!" yelled an enthusiastic blonde from her living room.

She wore a light blue skirt that went to her mid-thigh and a short sleeve white blouse. Her hair was curled and only a little piece of it was put up in a pony tail while the rest stayed down.

"I'm coming, Bubbles," Boomer yelled making his way down the steps.

He wore nice black pants and a nice blue, stripped button up shirt. Boomer and her were about to go to an Art show to recruit more amateur artists for their gallery. Bubbles and Boomer also teach art to little kids at the hospital or at their teaching studio next store to their gallery.

When Boomer came down he was meet with two other adults and two small kids that looked like him and Bubbles.

"Blake! Brook!" Boomer yelled happily stretching out his arms wide getting down on his knees.

"Father!" Blake and Brook cried tackling Boomer to the ground. They have always called Bubbles and Boomer, mother and father. Jeff and Annie were fine with it, since Bubbles and Boomer were always there.

"Be careful," Annie scolded.

"It's alright he's use to it," Bubbles laughed.

"So what do me and Bubbles owe this special visit?" Boomer laughed.

"We want to be in your show!" they both yelled enthusiastically.

"Hmm?" Boomer raised an eye brow playfully and they knew it, "I don't know. Did you bring some pieces for us to look at?"

"Yes," Brook said. Brook had sapphire blue eyes like Boomer, but had Bubbles curly light blonde hair. Brook also got the eye for fashion and was dressed in a light blue and white dress with light blue flip flops.

"Just like you taught us," Blake added. Blake had Bubbles light blue eyes. Yet, he had Boomer's flirtatious personality and wild hair. He wore kaki shorts and a dark blue and white button up plaid shirt.

"Alright, let's see them," Boomer said flying up and setting the kids down. Brook and Blake led Boomer, Bubbles, and their adoptive parents to the couch making them sit down. Then Brook and Blake each went to a separate easel that had a towel over it.

"They haven't shown us or even told us anything about what they did. They wanted it to be a surprise for all of us," Jeff smiled.

"I'm so excited to see what they've done," Bubbles sang.

"On the count of three. One," Brook started.

"Two," Blake said next.

"Three!" they both shouted at the same time while tearing off the towels.

Boomer and Bubbles couldn't believe the pieces in front of him. Neither could Jeff or Annie. In front of them were a drawing, by Blake, and a painting, by Brook, that showed two different landscapes, but each picture had two people, each holding a baby. Yes, the pictures were childishly made, but Blake and Brook were drawing and painting as if they were in seventh grade. The figures were so defined that it was insane for anyone to think that these pieces were done by mere, first graders.

"I guess you don't like them? Do you?" Brook questioned looking down.

"Sorry for taking up your time then," Blake said taking down his drawing.

Boomer and Bubbles looked at each other. They got up from their seats and knelt in front of them.

"It's not that sweety," Bubbles lifted Brook's chin to look at her. When she did there were tears running down her cheeks, "Boomer and I just can't believe your talent," Bubbles explained.

"She's right I think that you actually draw and paint better then some of the artists that are at our gallery now," Boomer added.

"Really?" they both sniffed.

"Yeah/Of course," Boomer and Bubbles said.

Bubbles and Boomer put the pictures back up and took a closer look. That's when it hit them so hard they could have fallen backwards.

"OH MY GOSH!" Bubbles exclaimed shocked.

"What?" Blake and Brook asked worried.

"How did you know?" Boomer questioned.

"Know what?" Brook asked innocently.

"We've just been having dreams like this a lot now," Blake explained.

"It's always the same. A young blonde women holding a baby in a gray blanket," Brook said.

"And a young blonde boy holding a baby in a white blanket. Why?" Blake asked.

"Never mind we can talk about it later. Right now I have some big news for you guys, too," Bubbles smiled changing the subject as fast as she could.

"What is it, Boomer?" Blake asked Boomer trying to find out what it is before Bubbles told him.

"I don't even know what she's talking about," Boomer said sitting down with his legs out so Blake could sit on his lap.

"What is it Bubbles?" Jeff and Annie asked.

"Well," Bubbles started picking Brook up, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but. . ."

Boomer started to get a little anxious by how she was acting, "Bubbles? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah it's just," she breathed in deep, "We're going to have a baby!"

"WHAT!" Boomer screamed happily getting up while holding Blake.

"That's great Bubbles!" Annie smiled.

"Does this mean that you will forget about us?" Brook asked while rubbing Bubbles stomach.

"Oh no sweety it just means that you are going to have a younger brother or sister," Bubbles said.

"And we are going to need you and Blake to help us when she or he's born," Boomer added.

"Really!?" Blake and Brook asked.

"Really," Bubbles and Boomer whispered softly as they did a group hug.


"GO BECK!" screamed a lime green eyed woman with charcoal hair that went to her mid-back.

"Buttercup, you're crazy," teased a young man sitting next to her that had forest green eyes and black spiked up hair.

"If I'm crazy then you're a maniac for marrying me, Butch," Buttercup retorted sitting back down.

"Yeah I am a maniac, especially in. . ." before he could finish his sentence Buttercup clamped a hand over his mouth. Her face was almost fire truck red and he was smirking with his eyes.

"Shut up! We are in public. Plus, we are suppose to be watching Beck play soccer," Buttercup removed her hand from Butch's mouth.

"It's 5 to 0 and Beck has scored three of them," Butch laughed.

"Yeah I've taught him well. Oh and how was his football game yesterday?"

"Good, they won. . . what was it. . . 24 to 10. Beck scored most of the touchdowns and when he did he did exactly what I told him to do," a sly smile coming to his face. Buttercup's eyes widened, "You didn't."

"Oh I did, but don't worry it was clean. Trust me," Butch assured her.

"I can't believe you taught him how to do that dance," Buttercup said shaking her head in her hands.

"I did. Let me tell you he pulled my version of the Wobble off almost better then I did," Butch smirked proudly.

"YEAH! Nice look, Beck!" Buttercup screamed when Beck passed the ball to someone who scored the goal.

"Game over!" the ref yelled.

"Woohoo!" everyone screamed.

Buttercup and Butch got off the bench they were sitting on and went to go meet Beck. Everyone had mostly cleared out when a young boy who had jet black hair, that had some hanging over his right eye, which was a mix between dark and lime green, while the rest was spiked up. He had a huge smile plastered on his face as he ran to Buttercup and Butch from the huddle the team had just finished. The boy was a bit more muscular then kids his age.

"Buttercup! Butch!" the young boy yelled.

"Beck!" Buttercup screamed back as she prepared herself for a tackle.

Beck did just that, too. He ran and basically tackled Buttercup to the ground in the middle of the soccer field.

"What? No tackle for me?" Butch complained teasingly.

Beck got off Buttercup and gave her a look as if asking if it was okay. Buttercup motioned to Butch with her head as if saying 'Go for it.' With that Beck got up and, while Butch was pouting, tackled him to the ground.

Buttercup was laughing her head off. Butch started to laugh too and Beck soon joined in. Once they calmed down Butch asked Beck, "So where's your parents? I haven't seen them in awhile."

"They are doing good. They should be around here somewhere," Beck said scanning the area. He finally saw them talking with some other parents, "There they are. . . by the goal."

His parents looked over. Buttercup and Butch waved. Beck's parents returned the wave then went onto talk to the parents.

Beck asked, "How's your sports store doing, Butch?"

"It's doing great. Come to think of it," Butch said sitting up, "I'll need you to come by and try out some new shoes for me."

"Really?" Beck said getting really excited.

"Yeah. Plus, I don't think that my big feet will fit in a mouse sized bed," Butch pointed out. Getting a little laugh from both Beck and his wife.

"True. Buttercup, how's it been with cycle-therapy," Beck asked.

"You mean physical therapy?" Buttercup laughed.

"Yeah that," Beck asked excited.

"Well, it's going good. But in a couple months, I'll have to take off for awhile," she smiled laying down with her hands behind her head and looking up to the sky.

"What?" Butch and Beck asked confused.

"Why she taking off, Butch?" Beck asked thinking his fatherly figure would know.

"I don't know this is the first I've heard about it," Butch gave a slight chuckle to cover up his worry, "Babe, what's up?"

"Well," Buttercup started turning to them, "let's just say. . . that you and Beck will. . . have another person to teach the wobble to."

Butch's eyes went wide with shock and happiness, "Are you serious?"

"Um hum," is all Buttercup responded as she laid down on the grass and put a hand over her stomach.

"What is she talking about, Butch?" Beck had no idea what was going on. The poor little guy was so confused.

Butch looked down at him, "She. . ." he looked back up to Buttercup, "is going to be having a baby."

Beck's eyes went from excitement, straight to sadness, "So I guess you'll won't play with me anymore?"

Buttercup sat up so fast that you could barely blink. She looked at Butch who just returned the same shocked expression.

"Beck, honey," Buttercup grabbed him from Butch and set him in her lap, "that isn't going to happen. Me and Butch love watching you do sports just as much as playing with you. Me, having a baby, only means that you'll have another playmate and you are going to have to teach them how to play sports. I promise it won't change anything between you and us."

Beck started to rethink it and realized that he would get to help teach the baby things especially with sports. A smile came to his face, "Oh I gets dit now. When are you getting the baby?"

Butch laughed at Beck's answer and new change in mood. Buttercup laughed lightly putting her forehead to his, "In a few months."

"Buttercup, there is one more thing I need to ask you," Beck leaned in close to her ear and started to whisper something.

Butch couldn't quite catch what Beck was saying, even with his super hearing. So he watched Buttercup's expression intently. Buttercup's face went from happy to straight panic. Butch got really worried, "Buttercup? What is it?"

Beck pulled backed and seemed kind of sad and confused, but happy. Buttercup looked up to meet Butch's worried face.

"He had a dream about a girl and a boy, under a tree in the middle of the woods, holding a baby in a black blanket. Butch, do you. . ." Buttercup said slowly.

"I get it, Buttercup," Butch looked away almost irritated. Beck noticed the change in mood questioned, "Should I have not said something?"

Buttercup and Butch quickly looked up at him.

"NO! It's good that you did. This just means that we have to have a talk," Butch commented.

"Yeah, but let's eat and we'll talk some other time, okay?" Buttercup said getting up.

"Okay?" Beck said happily and they all went to Quedoba.


"Where are they?" Brick asked impatiently looking around.

"Brick, they are on there way. My sisters just texted me," Blossom said grabbing Brick's hand trying hoping to calm him.

"Huh," Brick sighed, "I'm sorry Blossom, but I'm worried."

"I know," Blossom grabbed Brick and brought him in for a hug, "No one is as worried as me. Brick, she's like a daughter to me."

Brick nodded into her shoulder pulling back, "I know. . ."

"Hey guys," came a bubbly voice.

"Bubbles!" Blossom smiled, getting out of the booth to give her sister and her husband a hug.

"Hi Blossom," Boomer greeted giving Blossom a quick hug.

"Hey Boomer," Blossom nodded breaking the hug from him then going to give Bubbles, who Blossom noted had hot chocolate instead of her normal tea.

"What? No 'Hello's' for me?" Brick stated jokingly taking a drink of his black coffee.

"Sorry Brick. What's going on?" Boomer laughed sliding into the booth next to his brother as he took a drink of his tea.

"Sorry Brick, Good morning," Bubbles giggled.

"Morning Bubbles," Brick laughed back.

"So," Boomer looked around, "where are. . ."

"Sorry guys we are late. . ." everyone looked up to see none other then the people they were waiting on, Butch with his normal vanilla creamed filled coffee and Buttercup with her regular water, "but someone screwed up an order at the sports store. So I had to take care of it."

"How's it going guys?" Buttercup smirked hugging her sisters.

"Nothing much, Buttercup," Bubbles smiled.

"Doing good. Thanks," Blossom nodded pulling away from her sister.

"Sup bros? Long time no see?" Butch smirked doing a handshake with Boomer from across the table.

"Ain't that the truth?" Boomer laughed, exploding out of the handshake with Butch.

"Well, I guess we will have to get together more," Brick joked, doing his handshake with Butch.

Butch rolled his eyes at Brick as he took a seat across the table with Buttercup taking her rightful spot by her husband.

Blossom also thought that it was time to get on with why they were together again so she slid into the booth by Brick.

Bubbles also got the drift of what was going on so she went and sat by her hubby.

There was a moment of silence, before Blossom let out a huge sigh looking up at Brick. Everyone turned serious in that moment and looked at the two red headed headed leaders once more since they were teens. When Brick grabbed Blossom around the waist she continued looking at everybody, "It's time to talk. . ."

Bubbles: Oh my gosh! I can't believe this is the last chapter! =*{

Boomer: Yeah this was actually fun. :'{

Buttercup: I know right? I'm kind of upset that this story is over. =(

Butch: It's okay Buttercup. I'm right here. *Earns joking glare from BC*

Blossom: I think I'm going to cry. ='(

Brick: Yeah this is also the last AP's Life Lesson.

Everyone: What! NO!

Me: Actually, it won't be. For this story yes, but I might do some Life lessons in my other stories. They will be random though. So who wants to do my AP's Life Lesson, for this story, for the last time? I think I might cry. ~_~,

Everyone: *everyone looks at each other then turns to me* You. It's your last AP's Life Lesson you should be the last to say it.

Me: Awwww. Thanks guys. *I take a seat and everyone gathers behind me*

Well, the final AP's Life Lesson is, drum roll please. . . *Drums sound* Things will turn out good in the end. I've learned this through my own personal experiences, but sometimes you need to learn this one on your own, this one can't really be told to you. Something in your life might be bad like a divorce, a death of a close family member, your boy/girlfriend dumped you, or a friend just isn't talking to you. As much as it seems like life is just torturing you or trying to keep you down the best thing to do is to stand up to the world and scream "COME AT ME BRO!" Because in the end, whatever is thrown your way, is just another obstacle to dodge. You can get over it no matter how big it seems, you CAN get over it, all it takes is for you to find yourself, stand up to it and face it head on. NOTHING and NO ONE can keep you from your goals and happiness, but you. So never give up because that won't get you to the better things in life. Thank you for your support through out this story! And Remember there is always something better waiting for you around the corner! And never stop being you! =P