Exactly 6 days, 41 minutes, and 56 seconds later.

November 2nd 1:22:16pm Thursday.

"Please, Blossom, don't leave! You can go shopping another day!" Brick begs as Blossom puts on her shoes, getting ready to go shopping with Robin and her sisters.

"Aw, come on, Brick, this'll be fun for me, plus it gives you guys some guy time without us!" Blossom answers with an innocent smile. Brick sighs as he notices Butch smirk out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah," he mumbles, "fun guy time..."

"Bye, Boomie," Bubbles whispers, giving his cheek a quick kiss, "I'll be back!" Boomer smiles and waves at her as the exits the door and heads to Brick's car. Buttercup groans, looking from Butch to Blossom.

"Do I have to go?" she whines, not excited for this 'super fun' shopping adventure. "You guys can pick a dress without me, right? Come on, I hate shopping!"

"Sorry, Buttercup, you have to go. Besides, Robin really wants to tell us something and she wants us all to be there for it!" Blossom explains, crossing her arms in annoyance to show her sister that going with them was not a choice.

"Fine!" Buttercup groans, turning her gaze to Butch. He smirks as she rolls her eyes.

"Bye, Butch!" she calls, heading towards the door. He sighs, grabbing her arm and forcing her into a tight hug while Blossom turns her attention to Brick, whose red eyes stare into hers pleadingly.

"See you when I get back, Brick," she whispers, pushing her lips to his for a short kiss before leaving out to the door to where Bubbles waits in the car.

"Bye, Butterbabe!" Butch calls, having finally let Buttercup go. She exhales angrily in response, practically stomping out of the door and over to Brick's car.

Butch smirks at the car's disappearance down the road. He grips Brick right shoulder while Boomer grips his left.

"Oh god…please have mercy…" Brick sighs, feeling their grip tighten.

"Nope!" Butch laughs, crazy ideas already littering his mind.

"Sorry, bro," Boomer shrugs, helping Butch drag Brick down the hall, Brick screaming and begging the whole way.

Blossom pulls into the parking lot with little hesitation, hopping out of the car as soon as it's parked. Bubbles skips happily beside her while Buttercup drags herself behind them.

"Girly city here we come," she mumbles, wincing as they enter through the front door.

"Hey, girls, long time no see!" Robin greets, leading them to the back of the store by the changing rooms.

Blossom smiles, "yeah it's been awhile! How have you been?"

"Good," Robin answers, "how about you?"

"I, for one, have been better," Buttercup responds, bitterly taking a seat on one of the benches.

"Oh ignore her," Blossom states, sending Buttercup a warning look while Bubbles giggles, "she's just mad because we made her come to pick out dresses with us."

"Oh, I see, well that sounds like Buttercup," Robin laughs.

Buttercup smirks, "you know me so well."

"Well, anyway, Robin, I just wanted to apologize again for not inviting you as a bridesmaid to either mine or Bubbles wedding, we just wanted to keep at as kind of family thing, I hope you understand," Blossom speaks, biting her lip.

Robin laughs again, "oh don't worry about it, I understand completely! Speaking of weddings, though, we should probably get started on looking for our dresses!"

Bubbles jumps up excitedly in agreement, "let's!"

"NO, BOOMER, BUTCH, PLEASE STOP THIS NOW!" Brick's screams echo through the house.

"SHUT UP, THE STUFF I HAD TO DO WAS WAY WORSE!" Boomer screams, Butch only laughs.

"Okay, what about this one?" Robin asks, gently smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress as she stands in front of the mirrors.

"Oh," Bubbles smiles, "that one is just lovely."

"Very beautiful," Blossom agrees.

Robin bites her smiling lips, "yeah, this is the one, I really like it."

"It's cool," Buttercup offers, looking thoughtfully at the dress.

"Awesome, now let's find those bridesmaid dresses!" Robin cheers, making her way back to the dressing room.

Bubbles hums happily, skipping over to the racks, "yeah!"

"NO!"

"Aw, come one, Brick, I had to do this too!" Boomer shouts.

"I don't care, there is no way in hell I am ever doing that!"

"It's not a choice, Brick," Butch mutters darkly with a smirk. Brick squeezes his eyes shut.

"Oh god."

"OH MY GOD," Bubbles exclaims, hands flailing beside her, "Blossom, come here, this is the perfect dress for you!"

"Oh wow," Blossom breathes, fingering the fabric softly, "it is beautiful."

Buttercup boredly crosses her arms, "go try it on already!"

"That's a great idea, Butch," Boomer praises.

"I know," Butch smirks arrogantly.

"You can't be serious," Brick argues nervously, "Boomer didn't have to do anything like that!"

"Yeah, well, you do."

"Perfect! Blossom, that dress is just perfect for you!" Robin exclaims, blue eyes shinning with glee.

"Really, you think so?" Blossom asks bashfully, eyes downcast embarrassedly at the ground.

"Yes!" Bubbles cheers, blonde pigtails dancing lightly by her shoulders as she moves, "it's beautiful~"

"Wonderful," Buttercup agrees, giving her eldest sister a small reassuring smile.

"Awful, just awful."

"Aw, come on, Brick," Boomer pouts.

"No. You two are seriously the worst brothers ever."

Butch scoffs, "says you!"

"Alright, are we done here?" Buttercup asks, tiredly glancing toward their pile of dresses.

"Well, actually, there was something I wanted to tell you guys," Robin states nervously, biting her lips softly as she shifts her gaze between the three sisters.

"What is it?" Blossom asks kindly as Bubbles shifts her head to the side, gently twirling a strand of her blonde hair in her finger.

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my gosh, really?" Bubbles asks, barley able to contain her excitement.

Robin breathes out a laugh, "yes, really."

"Wow," Blossom smiles softly. "Well, is…is Mike the father or…?"

"Don't worry, Mike is the father. There are no doubts."

"Well, congrats, Robin," Buttercup speaks, letting a smile slip to her thin lips.

"Thanks."

"I hate you," Brick groans painfully.

"We know, bro, we know."

"Well, should we go?" Buttercup asks hopefully, slowly stretching out her legs.

"Sure, I'll go pay for the dresses and meet you guys by the door!" Blossom calls, gathering up the multiple dresses in her arms as her sisters and Robin make their way to the door to head home.

"NO!" Brick shouts, rushing down the hall and away from his brothers.

"Aw, come on, Brick!" Boomer laughs, running after him. Butch smirks, reaching a hand to grab Brick just as the front door opens.

"BLOSSOM!" Brick nearly tackles her to the ground upon her entrance. He buries his face in her red hair, whispering how much he's missed.

"I missed you too," she murmurs, smiling gently as she wraps her arms around his back.

Bubbles and Buttercup enter behind her, taking off their shoes and setting them in the hall beside the others.

Boomer's blue eyes meet Bubbles and her lips break into a grin.

"Boomie!" she calls, jumping into his arms. Boomer smiles happily in response, holding his wife close.

Butch scratches the back of his neck, eyeing Buttercup awkwardly as she crosses her arms in an angered stance.

"Hey," he mumbles, offering his arms out for a hug. Nodding in acknowledgment, she turns down the hall, holding her bag of dresses carelessly.

Butch sighs, following her slowly towards their room.

Bubbles kisses Boomer's face swiftly before pulling out of his arms and running down the hall to hide her dresses before Boomer or Brick has the chance to see them.

Sighing, Boomer shuffles after her, "here we go again…"

Brick sighs contently, softly pulling away from the embrace to cast a glance at Blossom's bag.

"Is the dress perfect?" he asks.

"Of course it is," she responds, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Well," he smiles, "I had a down right miserable time without you, how was your time without me?"

Blossom laughs, gently leaning away from him again, "Oh you know, fun~" He chuckles, breaking the embrace to lead her down the hall to their room.

"Oh!" she exclaims, suddenly remembering Robin's announcement as Brick closes their door behind them. "That's right, Robin is pregnant!"

"What? Really?" Brick asks, plopping down on their soft red sheets.

"Yeah," she answers with a smile, lying down beside him.

"Cool."

"Come on, Bubbles! You aren't even the bride this time!" Boomer begs outside his locked door.

"It doesn't matter!" Bubbles voice responds, "it's bad luck for anyone but the girls to see the dresses before the wedding!...Plus I want it to be a surprise~!"

Boomer sighs, listening as at least four more drawers open and close before, finally, the door is opened.

"Come on in!" Bubbles commands gently, smiling as he smirks, stepping into the room.

Butch tiredly jumps onto the bed beside Buttercup. She tosses her bag of dresses off into some corner of the room before grabbing the remote and flipping on the television. Her green eyes mindlessly absorb the TV's screen while Butch states at her intensely. Bending towards her neck, he kisses it softly before biting it harshly and giving it a quick lick.

He gets no reaction what-so-ever.

"Buttercup!" he groans loudly. Lazily, she shifts her gaze to him.

"What?" she drawls.

"What's wrong?" he begs in a question, gently resting one of his hands on her waist.

"Nothing," she mutters, turning her face away from him and back to the TV.

"No," he argues, "no, something's wrong. What is it?" He clenches his jaw at the silence that follows, subconsciously holding her waist tighter. Buttercup's gaze finds her plain ring-less finger and scowls.

"It's nothing."