I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.
Chapter Eleven: Nesting
There was an empty space in the nursery. A big, gapping space that Blossom already knew what she would fill it with. "A rocking chair," she whispered to herself.
She walked over to the space that was empty and with a lot of effort sat down and closed her eyes. It was easy to imagine how it would be in the early mornings and late nights as she sat soothing and feeding her baby. As she rubbed her hand over her belly she felt the little fireball shift.
"I can't wait until you're here. Seeing you in the flesh will make everything that's happened up until now better. Well, I hope you will." She then laughed and shook her head as she leaned back onto her hands. "Wow, that's a lot of pressure to put on someone that's not even born yet. But your daddy and I will make sure you don't have to go through half as much BS as we did. I'm not saying you can't fight crime like your aunts and I did and be a superhero, but do it because you want to. I refuse to let you be a criminal like your father and uncles were. It wasn't for long, mind you, but you're already a Rowdy Ruff Boy. You're already going to have that stigma."
Unknown to Blossom, Brick woke up in their room and could tell that Blossom hadn't been by his side for a while. He came to search for her, and stopped outside the nursery and was listening to her talk to the baby.
"You're going to hear a lot of things about them and us. There's some good, some bad, and one really, really bad thing. What other people say, especially about the really bad thing will hurt, but I wouldn't worry too much about that. One because you have an aunt and uncle that will always be looking for a fight." She said, bringing a quiet chuckle out of Brick with her referencing to Butch and Buttercup. "But also, because your daddy and I won't let you worry about it. Especially your daddy. He won't let anyone talk bad about you if he can help it. He already does now. One of your grandpas isn't really nice, and that's putting it mildly. Hopefully your cuteness will win him over, especially if you look like your daddy. I think he's pretty cute. Always did, but I couldn't let him know that."
Brick smirked to himself and leaned against the wall as he listened to her muse to the baby.
"His head was big enough. It blew up when he heard you were a boy. Me, I couldn't care either way. I just want you to be healthy. I think that what I'm most afraid of." She sighed. "If Bunny were here, you would've loved her. She wasn't healthy like I hope you always will be. She…passed away not long after she was created. You know you're really special. You're the first one of us to be born. The only blight is the circumstances in how you came to be."
Brick's smirk fell from his face as he listened.
"You were far from planned. You were a ploy to control not just Brick, but your uncles Butch and Boomer. They were finding their own way, and someone didn't want that. This is the really bad thing I told you about. You were supposed to cripple them, but I think you gave Daddy strength more than anything. He's taking really good care of us. He found you a beautiful home. He got us both into school. He's done a lot while I just sat around with you incubating. I'm sure he'll say I've done more than that, but I know I haven't. I've just worried head over heels for you. I don't want you to feel like we blame you for anything, because we don't. All that's happened is not your fault. I can promise you that you will never feel like whatever happens between your daddy and me is your fault."
Brick silently stepped into the room, going unnoticed by Blossom.
"If we fight, it's because your daddy is being stupid." Blossom chuckled to herself, only to nearly jump a foot in the air when Brick wraps his arms around her and blows a raspberry into neck. She squealed in shock before breaking into a fit of giggles.
"If we fight, it's because your mommy is being stubborn." Brick whispered against her ear. "You weren't in bed."
"I couldn't sleep." She answered leaning back into his hold on the floor.
Brick hummed against her cheek and looked around the room. "I think everything is about ready for the baby when he comes."
Blossom followed Brick's line of sight as she looked around their baby's room. The crib she picked out was placed on the far side of the room out of the way of the window. She didn't want the sun to wake him when it came through the curtains. His changing station and dresser, already full of clothes; one drawer full of different caps. A playmat in the middle of the floor and a chest full of toys he won't play with for at least a few months. "Yeah, but I think we need a rocking chair."
"A rocking chair?" Brick asked.
Blossom nodded. "Right here by the window. Imagine rocking him to sleep right here."
"I can just as easily do that from the couch or our room." Brick said, before being used as a brace for Blossom to stand. He then watched her as she talked about how it would just complete the room. Ad that the soothing motion of the rocking chair would just soothe the baby to sleep.
Brick listened if only to humor her, when he heard Butch from the living room groan. "Just get the fucking rocking chair. And if you're going to fuck, then do it in your own room!"
Brick turned to the door and got up without a backwards glance at Blossom. There was silence before the sound of impact and then a scuffle. Blossom rushed as fast as her belly would allow to see Butch and Brick fighting on the floor. Brick had managed to get Butch in a headlock and was twisting his fist against the top of his head. "Do I need to remind you, Snails for brains, that this is my house? I reserve the right to kick you out."
Butch groaned and tapped his hand to the floor. Brick released him and pushed him roughly against the couch. "Like Blossom would let you kick me out. She wants her babysitter."
"We have other siblings, and a grandparent willing to do that. It's no skin off my nose." Brick said as he sat beside his brother. When he saw Blossom staring at them, he smiled wanly.
Her pink eyes looked back and forth between the two. Blossom then shook her head and started to head to the kitchen while the boys remained seated on the floor. She might as well have a snack while she was up—despite it being three in the morning.
"She's been up for the past week in the middle of the night." Butch whispered, trying desperately not to be heard by Blossom.
Brick turned to look at his brother with a raised brow. "She has?"
"How have you not noticed—?"
"Choose you next words wisely. I will not stop her if she decides to throw something at your head. Unless it's the TV."
"Where's the ice cream?"
The hairs on the back of the Brick's neck stood up. "Please tell me you didn't." Brick plead.
Butch's eyes widened as he heard more shuffling in the kitchen. "I thought she only ate mint chocolate chip. There was nothing but strawberry in the freezer."
"Dude, strawberry is her favorite." Brick got up and went to stand in front of the TV, knowing that she would throw it, if not break it completely over Butch's head.
Butch felt his body freeze in dread as Blossom came into the living room with a wobbling lip. "There's…no…ice…cream."
"Blossom, it'll be okay." Brick soothed. "Butch, was just going out to get some."
"With what money? Card frozen remember?" Butch said, despite the hair on his neck started to stand, much like Brick's was earlier.
"With the money I'm going to give you." Brick told him, while walking carefully to Blossom.
Butch groaned and reclined his head back onto the couch. "Why does it have to be me?"
Brick didn't answer him, rather he turned eyes burning red with his laser vision at his brother. When he heard Blossom sniffling, he turned and went up to her. "Hey, it's okay. Butch is leaving now."
"At three in the morning? She's going to eat ice cream at three AM?" Butch asked as he lifted his head.
Whatever patience, Brick had with his brother was lost as Blossom let out a soft cry and covered her eyes. "You're right. I shouldn't be eating ice cream at three am, but…but—."
"But nothing. If it's what you and the baby want, then you can have it." Brick said while wrapping his arms around Blossom.
Butch watched the two with a slight bit of envy and frustration. He hadn't really had the chance to see Buttercup and she stood him up when he suggested going to their cabin. He knew she wasn't avoiding him, but not getting the time to spend with her worked his nerves. Therefore, with a groan of annoyance he got up and went to rummage through his duffle bag for a shirt. "The kid is going to be spoiled rotten. Princess rotten if you're not careful."
"Princess rotten?" Her mood then shifted from slightly distraught to fiercely angry. "Over my fucking dead body would I let my son be anything like that spoiled, rotten, whoring bitch!"
Her voice had become shrill and pieced the boys' slightly sensitive dog like hearing. She stormed into the nursery and slammed the door, leaving Brick and Butch in the living room. Brick turned to his brother and huffed out a cloud of smoke. "You jackass."
"What?"
Brick shook his head as he went to their room to grab his wallet. When he came back he handed his brother a twenty dollar bill and sent him on his way. "There had better be strawberry and mint chocolate chip." Once his brother had left, he went to check on Blossom. Cautiously opening the door to the baby's room, he say her going through the drawers with his clothes. Anything that had a crown or was yellow was thrown to the floor. "What are you doing?"
Blossom held up a yellow onesie that she thought was cute with its puppy dog image on the front. She then dropped it to the floor and rubbed her eyes. "I don't want anything yellow or anything that has royalty on it."
The pile of clothes discarded was growing the longer she looked. "I thought you liked all his clothes."
"I did before I remembered that yellow and anything with a crown reminds me of Princess." Blossom grumbled. "I don't want to think about her in any shape or form in regards to our baby."
"Why would we think about her at all?" Brick asked.
Dropping the other discarded item, she sighed and looked around the room. "I don't. Or at least I try not to."
"When do you?" Brick asked stepping into the room to stop Blossom from pulling anymore clothes out.
Bringing a hand to her head and the other to her back, she sighed. "More often than I'd like to admit. I mean, this is the thing that brat would just love to torment me about? I know she's far from right, but just thinking about what she might say to our baby…" Ice crackled as it grew around her hands.
A warm hand grabbed hers and pulled her back against him. He then pressed a kiss to her head and exhaled a warm, comforting over her. "Let's go back to bed."
"What about my ice cream?" she asked looking over her shoulder.
Brick smirked as he led them back to their room. "We have about thirty minutes before he gets back. I'm sure I can keep you awake long enough for that."
"I don't think I can manage having sex right now." Blossom told him.
A mock sigh left Brick's lips as he sat on the bed. "Fine, I guess we can watch a little bit of TV."
"Twin Peaks?"
The morning was a slow one for Blossom. Her classes seemed to drag as she waited for them to finish. She had to ask to make special arrangements so that she could take her mid terms sooner than her peers, as after wasn't an option. So far, the teachers were accommodating to her needs. They weren't the problem. It was the side glances and the whispers from some of the female students that pricked at her skin. She ignored them as none of them spoke directly to her—and why would they? She was still a Power Puff Girl, and no one wanted to be the one to tell her to her face how disappointed they were in her.
How could she be the poster girl for being by the book and morality, when she's the poster girl for good girl getting knocked up by the bad boy? She knew that wasn't who she was, or who Brick was. Their truth was all that mattered, and it was that Brick was a no longer the evil bad boy. He was just a bad boy. Her bad boy, that fought a demon so his brothers could be free, took his money and got them set up in school and in a now fully dressed apartment. She liked to consider herself lucky in how things between her and him were.
It's too bad luck had to run out at some point. "Excuse me, Professor Hughes. I wanted to speak to you about midterms."
"If it's urgent you may, if not then you'll just have to find me during my office hours." The stricter, English born stereotype nanny child development and care professor told her.
"It is." Blossom started, waiting for the professor to look up at her. "My due date is around the time of the midterm. I wanted to discuss a time when—."
"Miss Utonium, the midterm is half a written exam and half a practical." Professor Hughes told her as she got her satchel together. When she stood up, she leveled Blossom with a stern stare. "It would be unfair to the other students should I administer the midterm to you before anyone else."
Blossom breathed through her nose at the teacher. "It would be unfair of me to not be able to finish my midterm at all should I go into labor the day of."
"How many weeks are you Blossom?"
"Thirty-five weeks."
"The midterm is in four weeks. I'm sure you will be fine." The professor brushed off as she stood to move around Blossom.
Blossom's brow furrowed as she moved to cut the professor off from her trek. "Excuse me? My pregnancy is not a typical one. I'm the first to be pregnant of my siblings and—."
"Miss Utonium, no one pregnancy is the same as the other, but pregnancy is not an incapacitating condition. However, as you are not a mother yet, but a student first, I expect you to respect the time frames in which I choose to give the midterm."
Ice crackled from where Blossom stood, startling the nanny professor. Seeing her reaction, Blossom took a deep breath and made the ice disappear. She then turned on her heel and walked out of the lecture hall and tried to reign in her temper. The last thing she needed was to send herself into a hot flash. As the months passed, her hot flashes only got worst. Using her ice powers only seemed to agitate the baby and he'd flare up and she'd take hours to cool down. Once she made it out of the building, she went around the side of the building t the shade and breath deeply and slowly. The heat made her cheeks flush and she relished the coolness of the brick wall behind her, the shade provided, and the slight bite of the early fall chill.
Professor Hughes has made it more than clear that she had little to no sympathy for Blossom being pregnant, or being a former superhero. If she were to describe her in a phrase, it was black and white. Her not wanting to give an inch in one direction or another was an absolute thorn in Blossom's side, but she wasn't going to break down because of it. She'd just have to get a written note from her doctor and present it to her asinine professor so she could take her midterm before she gave birth.
From her place in the shadows, she was hidden from some of the other students. Some of who she recognized from her class, and were now openly talking about the midterm and a little bit about her.
"Blossom's going to be taking the midterm earlier than everyone else." One of the girls mentioned. Blossom believed her name to be Lana. She was a bit timid, but opened up when it came to childcare. "I guess it makes sense."
"Think we can ask her about what's going to be on it." Mary Anne wondered. Mary Anne struggled a little bit with the curriculum, so it came as no surprise that she'd ask that.
Hearing that make Blossom snort quietly as he reclined her head against the wall. As if she would tell them what questions to expect when she herself didn't. Also, it wasn't as if was taking the test early for their benefit.
Lana shook her head in the negative. "Blossom wouldn't do that."
The last girl Charlotte, Blossom could say was a snot. Not Princess level snotty brat, but still a snot. "Right, the Power Puff Girls can do no wrong. Except lie with one of the baddest boys in town and then get knocked up. So irresponsible."
"I don't think anyone plans to get pregnant at eighteen." Lana defended. "It could've just been an accident."
"The accident was having sex with him in the first place." Charlotte commented. "She's totally sabotaged for the rest of her life because she decided to have a roll around with a boy."
The other two girls didn't look to agree, but they weren't actively disagreeing either. Form her place in the shadows, Blossom felt a major heat flash coming on induced by her anger. Bitch, she thought. How dare she think she was limited in life, just because she was having a child now. She stepped out from her place and started making her way toward the three girls, her icy glare fixated on Charlotte.
"You're a bit of a prude, Charlotte." Mary Anne quipped.
"Just because I'm selective in who I sleep with doesn't make me a prude." She informed them, not noticing the frost that was covering the ground at an abnormal rate. Lana had stopped walking as she noticed the ice, and glanced behind to see Blossom making her way toward them. "If she'd been more careful then she—EEEEE!"
She landed hard on her tailbone, sending shockwaves of pain up her spine. Blossom walked past her and stood over her shoulder at her with an icy glare.
"You—!" she gasped.
No words were said as Blossom stormed off as best she could toward the dining halls to meet with Brick. As she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, she bumped into another student causing her to drop her satchel and spill its contents. Notebooks, pens, pencils, and highlighters were scattered over the pavement with Blossom and the other student staring at it. The guy looked between her things and where he was heading with hesitation clear on his face. He only made a move to help gather her things when she struggled to get down to her knees.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just running late." The guy said as he haphazardly grabbed her things and handed them to her to put back in her bag.
Blossom didn't say anything as she took her things and rearranged them in her bag. When she had all her things together, she let the guy help her up. When she was back on her feet, the guy gave her a quick nod before walking off to his next class. Blossom exhaled and rubbed her forehead as she turned and started to make her way to meet Bubbles.
Her sister and Jamie were already there, laughing and leaning on each other. It was typical of her sister as her name implied to be jovial and giggly. It's what made Bubbles, Bubbles. What she noticed for the first time was how Jamie looked at Bubbles when she wasn't watching. His eyes were alight with a softness the revealed his more than friendly admiration for her baby sister. He also seemed to try to be as close to Bubbles as possible, just skirting the edge of something more.
She didn't know how long she stood there, before she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she caught Brick coming up to her with a huge smile. It warmed her and she managed to smile back and opened his arms to him. When he was close enough, she tugged him into a hug and groaned into his chest. The sound was muffled and vibrated against his chest. Brick's own hands came up to hug Blossom and hold her to him when she looked up at him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm better now." She told him honestly." She then stepped back and started to head toward the table, only for Brick to take her hand and pull her back to him.
"Wait. What happened?"
She sighed and squeezed his hand. "I couldn't get my child development midterm moved up yet. It's not a problem, I just have to get a note from the doctor saying when my due date is. Maybe that'll convince her that I need my exam pushed." When Brick looked to protest, she shook her head. "Brick, let me handle this. Please? It's my test and my grade."
Brick rose a brow, but the pleading expression had him relenting. If Blossom wanted to handle this on her own, then he would let her. "Fine, fine." He then turned her toward the would be perceived couple at their usual table. "Oh boy."
Blossom followed his line of sight and sighed. "I know."
"Oh, do you now? I figured baby brain was clouding your vision." Brick teased.
Blossom scowled and stuck her tongue out at him. "Shut up. I'm hungry."
"No Molten Fire fries, or anything spicy right now." Brick warned her.
Snorting the two of them made their way over to their table and sat down. Blossom eased into a seat, watching along with Brick as Jamie moved away from Bubbles. He cleared his throat and smiled tightly at Blossom and Brick. Blossom elbowed him in the stomach as he eyed Jamie with a teasing glare. "Is everyone prepared for midterms?" she asked.
"Yeah. Jamie and I are going to be studying like crazy until their over." Bubbles told her sister. "We only have Veterinary Science together, but that doesn't mean we can't study for our other classes together."
Jamie couldn't not blush at the statement. "It's just studying. We're not going to be doing anything other than studying."
Bubbles caught onto the trying to be convincing tone in which he spoke and turned to glare at Brick. "Right, make sure to tell that to Boomer, won't you?"
Brick raised his hands in surrender as he tried to look innocent. It didn't work as Bubbles continued to scowl at him. "It's nothing personal. It's just I know my brother."
"Your brother is a dummy." Bubbles grumbled, before leaning back in her seat with an annoyed pout settling in over her face. "A jealous dummy. Jamie and I are just friends."
In the midst of her pout, she failed to notice that Jamie's face fell. It didn't go unnoticed by Brick and Blossom. When Jamie caught them staring with a bit of pity, his face burned and he mumbled out and excuse to leave. Bubbles watched him go confused.
"What's up with Jamie?"
Brick and Blossom shared a look before breaking into laughter.
"What?"
"You and Boomer are made for each other." Brick laughed. They're both their own kind of clueless, he thought.
The rest of the day went by in a sort of blur, with Blossom keeping it at the forefront of her mind that she needed to have doctor's note to prove she needed to have her exam pushed. She found her attitude very condescending and uncalled for. Yes, she was a teenage mother, but that didn't define her as a woman. No, it wasn't ideal. It typically wasn't for a lot of teenagers, but they dealt with it in their own way. She chose to have this baby and keep the baby; just like it would've been her choice if she wanted to give her child up for adoption, or not have the child at all. No spinster or snotty classmate was going to make her feel bad about her decision concerning her life and body.
Brick pulled up to their doctor's office and looked at Blossom who was fiddling with the edge of her sweater. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She told him with a lukewarm smile. "Are you coming in with me?"
Brick shook his head with a secret smile on his face. "I have something to do. Do you mind if Butch picks you up afterward?"
Blossom's pick eyes turned to him from under a furrowed brow. "What are you going to be doing?"
"It's a surprise." Brick leaned over and kissed her lips. "And don't bother asking my brother. He knows nothing."
Blossom sighed and started to get out when she saw Princess walking toward the building. Ice coated the door handle. "Oh great."
"What?" Brick looked over her shoulder and saw Princess. "Oh, I'll come in with you."
"I don't need you to protect me from her." Blossom snapped.
Brick chuckled at her fire. "Oh, I know. I'm going in case I need to hold you back."
The icy look Blossom settled on him would've chilled the normal man. Fortunately, he was fire and was her man, so the look didn't do anything. She knew that too, and scowled as she got out of the car. Brick quickly found a place to park and got out to catch up with Blossom. When he found her she was as he almost suspected standing off with Princess. Blossom was standing with her fists propped on her hips while Princess had her arms folded across her chest. Brick stayed a step back and watched as them hash their girl drama out.
"My god, you haven't given birth yet."
"You haven't caught a disease penicillin, can't kill yet?" Blossom quipped back at her before turning to check in. "That's the only reason you would be here right now."
The notorious brat scoffed and turned her nose up at Blossom. "Don't try to sound so smart. I'm not the one dumb enough to get knocked up. Though I have to say, you're lucky the kid's daddy is Brick. If not, I'm sure the baby would be ugly. Like that creature you and your sister made years ago. What was its name. Something stupid 'B' name right? Bunty?"
The pen in Blossom's hand broke and the ink froze before is could hit the page. "Don't you ever insult Bunny again. You insult my baby," she dropped the pen and reached forward to grab the front of Princess' shirt and lifted her off the ground.
The nurse behind the counter stood up while Brick came to run interference. "Ladies, no fighting in the lobby or at all."
"Insult my child again, and I'll freeze you from the inside out." Blossom promised even as Brick urged her hand to release it's hold on the delicate silk of the brat's shirt. "Slowly."
"Blossom." Brick whispered in her ear.
Ice hardened the fabric of Princess' shirt before Blossom dropped her ungracefully to the floor. Brick pulled her back to the counter and the nurse hastily paged the doctor. "I will do it, slut."
"Blossom." He said a little louder in her ear. "Chill out, Cherry Pie."
A frosty breath was on its way out before a burst of heat filled her belly and then her chest. She fell back against Brick and groaned as the feeling grew to be uncomfortable.
"Blossom!" Brick yelled as her legs buckled. He caught her and with no effort at all brought her to one of the chairs in the lobby. "What's happening? Are you okay?"
Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. Blossom worked to cool herself down, and thus settle the baby. He was clearly not happy about the use of her ice. Also, her being pissed to high heaven wasn't doing her any favors. When one breath came out with sparks of fire, rather than her typical ice. The sight of that had Brick backing up.
"Whoa, that's different." He said. "The surprise can wait. I'm staying here."
Before Blossom could say anything, she heard a fake retching sound and looked over Brick's shoulder to see Princess scowling as another nurse helped her up. Blossom's anger flared again and the heat along with it making her gasp. "Too warm." When Brick tried to touch her again, she waved his hands away. "Too warm." With her boyfriend backing away a bit, she tried to calm down, hoping it would also cool her down. When she felt like the baby calmed down, her body began to cool.
"Better."
"Yeah."
"Blossom, are you—?"
"I'm okay. We're okay." She said, not wanting him to worry too much. She worried enough about the baby's health for the both of them. "He just hates when I get worked up."
Brick reached for her before pulling his hands back, not liking that he couldn't touch her at the moment. "I hate it too."
Behind Brick, Princess was scowling from her seat across the lobby, as far away from Blossom as possible. It was more than a little petty, but Blossom couldn't help the smirk that crossed her face as Princess Morbucks watched Brick fawn all over her. Served her right, for always wanting something that Blossom had or wasn't meant to be hers to begin with.
With her cooling temper, her body returned to her normal for her temperature. Brick wasted no time in grabbing her hand and placing a kiss to her knuckles. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, we both are." Blossom answered as she squeezed his hand. "Don't you have that surprise for me you were preparing for?"
Brick rose a brow at her in disbelief. "You're kidding right. I'm not going anywhere after that little stunt."
"I heat up all the time." She reminded him.
"Blossom, I'm staying. Butch and Boomer can handle it for now." Brick informed her, only to quickly amend his words after the raised brow look the mother of his child gave him. "Fine, I'll ask the professor to supervise."
Blossom felt the baby kick then and placed her hand over the spot. Brick's own hand come over her and together they followed their baby's movements. "Feel him go. Our little Bl—."
"Blossom Utonium." A nurse called from the doorway leading to the individual examination rooms.
Brick helped her to stand and was about to walk with her to the back when she stopped him. "Brick, go do whatever it was for my surprise. Please?" she whispered, knowing his tough shell cracked under the gentle pressure of her 'please'.
She knew the moment he caved as his ruby eyes went skyward and he clamped his mouth shut to prevent himself from smoking. "Fine," he coughed. "I'll be going, but only because it's a great surprise. You let me know if there's anything weird going on, right?"
"Right." Blossom said before following the nurse towards the back. She walked down the familiar path to the examination room and sat down in the chair provided. The walls had what she figured were supposed to be reassuring images of families with their newborns. She could only hope that she and Brick looked that happy with their baby.
Before she could ponder for long on that, her doctor came in. "Hi, Blossom. How are you and baby today?"
"You mean to tell me you didn't hear about the little display in the lobby?" Blossom asked with a dry laugh.
The doctor spared Blossom a conspiratorial glance and chuckle. "Oh, I heard."
Blossom managed a blush. "Yeah, I got a little ticked with out there. Had the normal heat flash when I used my ice as well."
"Yes, about that." The doctor said as she turned to Blossom. "How frequently have those been occurring?"
"Just when I'm angry or use my ice powers." Blossom answered. "Other than that, I had a few Braxton Hicks contractions last month."
"Last month?" The doctor's brow furrowed before looking over her notes, and gesturing for Blossom to move to the examination table. "Sit up here and lift your shirt."
Soon Blossom's belly was exposed as she watched the doctor prepare the ultrasound machine. The typically cool sensation of the ultrasound jelly didn't startle Blossom, but the baby did wriggle around and create a warm spot underneath. The sensation had Blossom shivering at the conflicting sensations. When the doctor started searching, the first thing the two of them saw was the evidence that the child was a boy.
"Is there something wrong?" Blossom asked as the doctor moved the wand down her belly.
"No, he's just more in place for birth than I thought." The doctor said.
Blossom sat up and looked at the screen. "Is something wrong? Is he supposed to be like that?"
"No. Nothing's wrong. At least from where I'm standing. I'll consult with your father, since he knows the most about your physiology. But as far as babies go, they move into this position the closer it comes time for birth."
"Closer to birth? But I'm only thirty-five weeks." Blossom's voice had gone up an octave due to stress.
"Blossom, calm down. Babies tend to come when they want to, however your pregnancy is a little unique. For someone like you this might be normal."
"But we can't know that. What if something's wrong?" Blossom's heart started to race fear settled in. "What if he's unstable? What will happen to my baby?"
The doctor let her have her moment of hysteria, before taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Nothing is going to happen to your baby. With him in such a position, it's clear that he can come any day now. His vitals from checkup to checkup have been more than stellar. If there were anything wrong, I'm sure your father would tell you. I know I would tell you if there was something to worry about."
Those words reassure Blossom a little, but she couldn't help but worry. On top of possibly not being able to take her midterm, she was now worried about having the baby much sooner than she thought. Looking at his blurry face, looking so similar to Brick's, on the screen she couldn't help but love him. Difficulties aside, she was glad to be having him. She just hoped he'd have the chance to outlive her. That's all she wanted for and from him. The thought of him bursting in an explosion of light with only the scraps of his clothes left behind stopped her heart colder than any ice she could conjure. Thinking of Bunny and the very dark scenario in where her son died had tears welling in her eyes and spilling. Blossom really couldn't help herself, and she didn't want to. Not now. She knows she hasn't let Brick fully see the extent of her worry over this. He saw the bits from the cracks that she was unable to keep seal, but it wasn't the worst of it.
Blossom's doctor, a motherly figure that over time grew to understand Blossom's growing concern, reached for the tissues on her desk and handed them to her. "It's all right to be worried, dear. Also, there are a number of factors that can lead to an early birth. You're going to school, right?"
"Yes." Blossom sniffled as she wiped her eyes.
The doctor nodded. "On campus?"
"Yes."
"I'm also guessing that you do a lot more walking than flying, right?"
"Yes."
"Been laying off the spicy foods like I asked?" The matronly doctor asked her with a sterner eye. When Blossom blushed, she shook her head. "All that walking as helped your little coal move into the best position for him to be in when it comes time for birth. The spicy food however is kind of jump starting him, so unless you happen to go over the estimated due date, I recommend leaving all the spicy food out of your diet."
Blossom nodded and looked at the picture of her baby. "He looks so much like Brick. Can I have this picture of him?"
"Of course." The doctor told her as she started to print a copy for Blossom. "So where did Brick run off to?"
"He told me he has a surprise for me. His brother is going to be picking me up." Blossom told her, before remembering what she also came for. "Oh, I can I have a written note to excuse me from the week I'm due? I have midterms and the professor is adamant about not pushing it for me."
Her doctor nodded and made a note to have one written. "I'll have it to you by the end of the week."
"Thank you."
After a few more notes were taken about Blossom's progress, the appointment was over and Blossom was free to leave.With the picture of her baby in her hands, she made her way to the front. Butch was waiting for her, reclined a much as possible in his seat. His legs were outstretched, and his hands were linked behind his head. When he saw Blossom he pulled out of his position to stand up, stretching his body.
"Everything all good?" He asked.
Blossom nodded and turned the picture she held out to the soon to be uncle. "Check him out."
Butch looked at the black and white rendering of what was supposed to be his nephew. It was fuzzy, but he could make out a few of his brother's features. He could see he was going to be a handsome little guy. "Looks like he takes after you Blossom. He'd be ugly if he took after Brick." He teased.
Rather than being offended, Blossom laughed and shoved him in the shoulder. "Let's get out of here."
"Yeah. Brick also told me to feed you before I brought you home. Does Chinese sound go to you?"
Blossom nodded as she left the building. As they were exiting, saw Princess leaving, but not before the spoiled brat turned her nose up at Blossom and got into a discreet black car—nothing flashy like the limo or any of the other designer cars that she was known to have driven. She probably didn't want anyone mentioning how they saw her at the clinic. Or worst yet, mentioning to her father that she was at the clinic.
Butch glanced between the two rivals and rose a brow. "Did something happen?"
"Just the usual." Blossom answered blandly. She then walked toward Butch's car, a massive Jeep Wrangler in army green. She needed help to get in, and Butch had to resist laughing at her struggles. Once in the truck, the two of them fell into a slightly awkward silence.
Butch had eighties music playing softly, and was looking for his and Buttercup's favorite Chinese place. He glanced at Blossom before turning his eyes back to the road. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what?"
"Is your dad still—."
"Oh yeah. He's still angry, but not as angry as he once was." Blossom turned to him with a soft smile. "He'll come around when you start paying back for the ring."
"What about Mojo?" Butch asked as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.
For that Blossom didn't have an answer. Mojo was his own brand of stubborn. Even though Brick was totally against the idea, Blossom really liked the middle name they'd originally chosen for the baby. Moses was nice homage to the chimp that led to their creation, though the girls more indirectly than his sons. However, since the fight between Brick and Mojo, that middle name was pretty much vetoed. She wasn't even sure if the two of them have spoken since the confrontation with the professor and Mojo about their green siblings' marriage.
"I didn't think so. Maybe I can ask Boomer." He mused aloud. He glanced at Blossom, before needlessly clearing his throat and tightening his grip on the wheel. "How's Buttercup?"
That question was more than a little odd to hear from the guy that was married to her sister. "Shouldn't you know?"
"Does Brick know about every little thing that bothers you?" He asked, sounding a bit like he was prying but wasn't.
Blossom deftly chose to ignore that as her brow furrowed. "You think she's hiding something from you?"
"No. After our little adventure, hiding from one another is the last thing that either of us want to do." Butch started to explain before turning down the street he knew the restaurant to be on. "It's just…she told me something I never thought I'd hear Buttercup say."
Now Blossom was really curious. "What did she say?"
"Has she ever mentioned the type of wedding she wanted?" Butch asked earnestly enough that Blossom dared not laugh. "I mean, she doesn't seem the type to want something girly like that."
"She also didn't seem the type that needed to stroke a blanket to convince herself she was a good fighter."
"What?"
Blossom turned as much as she could to fully face Butch. "Buttercup is a tomboy, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like or do some of the same things that other girls like. Including thinking of her dream wedding."
Butch sighed and ran a hand over the back of his neck. "I promised her I would give her a dream wedding."
"You did?"
"Yeah, but—what does that mean for someone like Buttercup?" Butch asked, sparing a glance at Blossom.
"You'd have to ask her about that." Blossom told him with a smile.
"She's going to make me wear a suit."
"She's going to wear a dress." Blossom pointed out.
That brought a laugh out of Butch. He'd only seen Buttercup in a dress on three different occasions. During spirit week when he saw her orange lace panties. Homecoming night when she wore that silver dress and he got to bring her to orgasm for the first time. Prom night when she wore the purple ombre dress that he wished he'd had the chance to peel off her that night. "She's going to look so weird in white."
"Knowing my sister, her dress will be anything but white."
Brick was standing outside their apartment, leaning against the surprise when Butch pulled up with Blossom. Pushing off the from where he was standing, he went around to Blossom's side to get the door.
"Hey Cherry. Butch, take the food into the house, will you? We'll be in inside in a second." Brick instructed as he helped his girl down out of his brother's monstrosity of a vehicle.
"The surprise is outside?" She asked, as he came to stand behind her and covered her eyes.
Brick carefully guided her around Butch's truck and had her stand in front of one of her surprises. After having her promise to keep her eyes closed, he stepped away and went to the pull the cover off. "All right, now open your eyes."
She did as asked and her jaw dropped at the sight of the brand new Toyota CH-R in cherry red. "A new car?"
"Your car." He told her. "Already outfitted with a car seat and mirror to see the baby."
Blossom's hands came up to cover her mouth as tears started to fill her eyes. "My car?"
"As much as I hate H.I.M, he gave me a sweet ride of a car. I plan to hold onto it for as long as I can. Also, this little thing wasn't too big a deal. It only cost twenty-seven thousand."
This time Blossom's eyes widened for a completely different reason. "Twenty-seven thousand? Brick. That's far from practical. You should've just traded in your car, and we could've saved a couple thousand dollars."
"Blossom, I was given two hundred fifty thousand dollars. Between paying for college for the both of us after financial aid, this apartment, and this car, I'm still left with roughly—."
"Two hundred eight thousand dollars." Blossom quickly subtracted. "But that's not taking into account, the doctor's appointments, groceries, furniture for the apartment, gas money, clothes and things we needed for the baby."
"Chump change." Brick brushed off, before coming up to take her hands in his own. "Listen, I have the money to take care of us for a while without the need for a job."
"Brick…" Blossom started only to be cut off by a kiss. The kind of kiss that promised more pleasurable things to come later in the night. "Don't kiss me like that when I'm using logic to make a point and you're losing."
"I'm not losing, if I distract you." Brick whispered against her lips, before kissing her again. "Let me take care of you, so you can take care of him." His hand then went to her belly and stroked it gently. When he felt no movement he figured his son was sound asleep. "How was the appointment?"
"He's in position for me to give birth soon. The doctor also said that my walking around campus has helped the baby shift into the best position, so any day can really be any day now."
"But the due date is still the same?"
"It might be a week or so sooner. But that just means I need to have my midterm sooner. She'll get the note to me by the end of the week."
"Good. If not, then your hag of a child development professor can help you give birth." Brick chuckled.
Blossom smiled and was about to say something, when her stomach growled. "We're hungry."
"Then let's go get you fed." Brick said as he led her to their apartment. "Did you make Butch cave and get you something spicy?"
Mock indignation crossed her face. "I'll have you know, I didn't order anything spicy."
"Fine, fine." He laughed. "Just checking."
After the two made it inside, Blossom wasted no time dropping her things on the couch and then fixing herself a plate. Butch made himself scarce, grabbing his own food and them leaving the apartment for the night, claiming he was going to spend it with Buttercup. Dinner between the red Ruff and Puff was quiet and filled with watching a few episodes of Twin Peaks. Once dinner was done, Brick took the chance to remind her of one more surprise he had for her. Pulling her from the couch, Brick led her to the nursery. Before he let her in, he turned to her with a smirk. "Are you going to gripe to me about this gift as well?"
"Depends." Blossom said with narrowed eyes.
A wry chuckle was all she got in response before Brick opened the door and revealed her second present. Right in the place where she sat only a few days prior was a rocking chair. It's stain and polish was done in a dark grey with white detailing along with edges and within the carved wood work. In the seat was red cushion, full and soft, with a white blanket with the baby's nickname sewn into a corner.
"Oh Brick. I love it." Blossom said and she held the blanket in her arms and sat down in the rocking chair. She cradled her arms over her belly as if she were holding a baby and like she did only days ago, saw herself with her baby in her arms. Brick came to stand beside her and ran his fingers through her hair, loving the silky tresses.
"Now we can start to be practical." Brick whispered to her.
Blossom laughed and smacked Brick's thigh, narrowly missing his cock. "Shut up, and take me to our room. I want to say thank you."
No more words were said as Brick effortlessly picked up Blossom and carried her to their room, where she proceeded to say thank you into the late hours of the night.
My deepest and most sincere apologies to my readers. This has got to be the longest I've ever gone without posting, and writer's block was not the issue. For a moment, I nearly forgot about my story as I was caught up in off screen issues that needed my attention. As someone who wants nothing more than to create a temporary world for the masses to enjoy, this is unacceptable to myself. Also, this post was something I know a lot of your guys were waiting for as it showed more insight into Blossom's world concerning the pending birth of their baby. I really am sorry for making you all wait so long.
Also, as a treat and further apology a special Valentine themed one shot will also be posted later today if not late into the night/early the next morning(witching hour/butt crack of dawn). This one will be really special as we take a small glimpse into the future. Not too far in where we know all the secrets I have in store, but enough to see the kind of people our Ruffs and Puffs grow into.
I love you all.
Until Next Time