So here is the sequel to my story 'Poison And Wine'. It's set 6 years after the events of Poison And Wine. I strongly recommend reading Poison And Wine first as it will make so much more sense if you do - however I will try to clear things up a long the way, but to avoid major confusion reading the first story before starting this one will be really helpful to you!


Circles and cycles and seasons/For everything there's always reason - Break The Cycle, youplusme


"Ma!" Jay bellowed as he stomped from his bedroom, his graffitied skateboard in one hand, little sister dangling by her ankle in the other. "Ma!"

"What is it Jay?! I've kind of got my hands full here." Buttercup called back to her 14 year old son, Jay Utonium. She was busy wrestling with the remainder of her children, trying to get them to get dressed.

"If I find these girly crappy stickers on my board one more time, I'm gunna drop her off the roof." Jay said, letting go of his sister's foot as he reached the top of the stairs. The young girl only giggled and zoomed into the air, landing daintily by her mother, who gave her a disapproving look.

"Emerald, what have I told you about putting stickers on Jay's skateboard? He doesn't like it when you do that." She scolded lightly, as she managed to yank Olive's arm through the armhole of her pyjama t shirt.

"But he liiiiike it." Emerald reasoned, sitting down and grabbing the pyjama shirt Buttercup had laid out for her. She turned away from Olive to help Emerald put it on, while Ivy and Olive proceeded to pull off the clothes their mother had just put on them behind her back.

"There," Buttercup sighed, standing to full height. "All dressed for bed, finally." Her face fell when she turned to see Olive and Ivy running off in their undies.

Buttercup growled under her breath. "Jay, will you help me a second?!" She yelled up the stairs. Jay turned his music up in response. Buttercup growled again. "I can be LOUDERRRRRR!" she roared in reply. The music turned down a touch and Jay slammed his way to the lounge downstairs.

"What?" He asked pointedly.

"The triplets are working as a team again. Grab Olive and dress her for bed for me. Please." She added, bending down and scooping Ivy up, who giggled profusely.

"Why are they usually such little shits?" Jay replied, grabbing Olive effortlessly, who kicked and fidgeted, pulling at her brother's spiky black hair.

"You be quiet, you were just as bad."

"But there was only one of me." Jay muttered, and Buttercup sighed her agreement.

As they tackled them into their clothes, Emerald thought she'd help by decorating Jay's pant leg with pretty pink stickers, seeing as he liked them so much.

When they'd finally accomplished their task, Buttercup exhaled triumphantly, grabbing the TV remote and switching onto the preschoolers channel. As if by magic, the triplets were hypnotised and all stopped what they were doing, rushing to the TV.

"Thank god for television." Buttercup muttered, dropping the remote onto the couch.

"Oh for gods sake!" Jay cried, ripping the stickers off his pant leg angrily. "When will they stop being so irritating?!"

"It's the terrible two's." Buttercup said dismissively. "Just give it, I dunno, another 16 years and they'll be easier to handle."

Jay's face fell. "Are you kidding me?!"

"Not even a little bit. But you can talk, you've got another 4years to go yourself." Buttercup said, folding her arms across her chest.

Jay rolled his eyes dramatically, zooming upstairs and returning seconds later, his skateboard under his arm. "I'm going to the park."

"Be back by 6pm!" She called after him. Buttercup decided she needed a coffee and she needed one bad. The TV babysat the triplets for a few minutes while she dashed to the kitchen and quickly made one. While it cooled, she tidied her lounge quick, chucking toys, colouring books and stuffed toys into the toy box by the window. She called it her lounge very loosely, let's face it, it had became the triplets' lounge as soon as they arrived 2 years ago.

As soon as Buttercup's backside hit the sofa, the front door opened and Butch came in from work. He was carrying his work backpack and a suspicious looking brown bag.

"Hunter gatherer home, hunter gatherer bring food from local fast food chain!" Butch announced, waving the large bag around. The tantalising smell of grease floated over to the triplets, it was probably one of the only things that could tear them away from their show.

They turned their eyes in Butch's direction, eyes alive with hunger and curiosity.

"Daddy!" They cried in unison, launching at him at full speed. Butch was luckily a pro at this and braced himself, catching the three super powered toddlers in his arms, careful not to ruin their dinner.

"How are my girls doing?" He asked as they giggled and nuzzled into him. "Oh man, have I missed Whimsical Winnie?" He asked, referring to the show on the TV.

"Just started!" Olive cried.

"I still don't like them watching this show." Buttercup muttered, then got up to greet Butch. "Oh my god, you got take out. Now I remember why I love you so much." Buttercup said, snatching the bag from his hands, planting a kiss firmly on his lips then zipping into the kitchen.

Butch only smirked at her comment. "Where's Jay?" He asked as he slowly lost his daughters to the TV again.

"At the park skating." Buttercup replied through a mouthful of fries. "He's not long left."

"Have to shove his in the microwave."

"Yeah, the girls were getting on his last nerve, so he went out." Buttercup said, her fries now demolished.

"Em's stickers again?"

"Yup."

"What can I say, she's artistic." Butch excused, looking over at their three little surprises with pride in his eyes.

Since becoming a couple again about 6 years previous, Buttercup and Butch were as solid as they'd ever been. And that was saying something, as they'd perhaps one of the rockiest starts in history.

Not long after they decided to give being together another go, Buttercup had gotten a job with Butch at a large gym based in downtown Townsville; she worked as a fitness instructor and also moved the self defence classes she taught to that gym too, expanding her client base. Though she was making more money than she thought she would, she was still struggling financially, living alone with their son, so about 6 months into their relationship, Butch had moved in with her and Jay.

Jay, having not long turned 14, was almost the spit of his Dad, and had the attitude and temper to match it. He visited Mitch, his 'step dad in reverse' for lack of a better description, every other weekend, which meant Jay still saw the man he'd known as his father for the first 8 years of his life, and Buttercup and Butch got some time just the two of them every other weekend.

That was until they had three little surprises arrive two years ago. They hadn't seen eye to eye on the idea of having more children together. Buttercup had had Jay over a decade ago and didn't want to do it all again. But Butch had missed the first 8 years of Jay's life, due to the previously mentioned rocky start.

Buttercup had discovered she was pregnant with Jay almost half way through her pregnancy - and her and Butch had been broken up. She'd also tried to move on by dating someone else: Mitch Mitchelson. They were only 22 when they'd found out, and neither had felt ready. Down to many complications and lack of communication on both ends, Buttercup stayed with Mitch and they raised Jay together - much to Butch's devastation. Buttercup and Mitch remained together until the truth of Jay's paternity and Butch and Buttercup's true feelings were revealed 6 years ago.

Butch felt he'd missed out on a lot, and though the only way he could make up for it was to be a brilliant father to his son from there on out, which he was, he still yearned for more children and the chance to experience being a Dad from day one. When they'd discovered they were having not only one child, but three all at once, he certainly had proven himself.

They'd had triplets, 3 fraternal girls, Emerald, Ivy and Olive. Emerald was the oldest, and the least like her mother of the three. She was a very girly young lady, absolutely displeased by anything dirty, 'boyish' or rough. However Olive, the second born, was the complete opposite to Emerald. She was a feisty, rough and tumble tomboy, transfixed by dirt, mud, cars, tools and anything remotely 'boyish' - Emerald's polar opposite. Ivy, the youngest of the three was a perfect happy medium of her sisters, happy to play with Emerald's dolls and ponies or Olive's trucks, cars and tool kit. All three were blessed with green eyes, Emerald's the same forest green as her fathers, Olive's the same jade as her mothers and Ivy's a shade in between just like Jay's, and thick jet black hair like their parents - although Olive's was the most unruly and wild like her father's locks were naturally.

They were extremely hard work, but worth every moment. Butch had truly proven himself with their arrival, their relationship was stronger than ever and he really was a devoted Dad. He hated leaving them for work each morning and loved spending his days off with them.

"God I'm so glad it's the weekend tomorrow." Butch said as he handed the triplets their plastic plates with their fries and hamburgers on them, then slumped onto the sofa to eat his own. The girls sat with it on their laps, a few inches from the TV screen, munching and watching.

"Yeah, well unlike you I don't get any time off. This stay at home Mama stuff is a full time ditty." Buttercup said, jumping onto the sofa next to him with her drink; she'd wolfed her meal down in the kitchen. When you had three super powered wild toddlers to keep an eye on, you didn't always find time to eat yourself.

"You have nothing to complain about." Butch scoffed. "You guys have way more fun all day than I do. All you do is watch cartoons, finger paint, play with toys, sand boxes, go to the park, make cookies and –"

"Clean up pooey diapers, clean up food when they decide to have a food fight, chase them around the house when Olive decides to go on a rampage, wrestle them into and out of their clothes, plead and beg and sing them to sleep, and then I get to sit down while they nap. But don't be fooled! During this 10-minutes-if-I'm-lucky-nap, I have to tidy up the chaos they leave behind. There's three of them Butch. Three. They tag team me! You wouldn't last a day doing what I do week in week out." Buttercup said, glaring at the cartoon on the television screen that she'd seen five times already today.

Butch rolled his eyes. "You may have a lot to complain about, but you know you enjoy every second."

"Of course I do, I just - I sometimes wish I could work again. I miss it. My self defence classes were getting so popular and we were making such a killing, and now they just don't exist anymore." Buttercup shrugged. Butch still worked as a floor manager at the gym in downtown Townsville - he was also a Personal Trainer. When they'd had the triplets Buttercup had ended up not returning to work after her maternity leave ended - realistically they needed her added income more than ever what with having quadrupled the amount of children they now had upon their arrival. But childcare was too expensive, and they couldn't expect the Professor or even any of their siblings to look after them all the time while they worked.

Butch frowned as he considered what she'd said, when suddenly he realised something she'd said before that he hadn't picked up on immediately. "Hang on a minute, I wouldn't last a day doing what you do?" He snorted loudly. "Hon', what you do is a breeze."

"Did you not hear what I just described? The poo, and the chasing and the mess?" Buttercup asked.

"I so could do what you do. In fact, I'd rather do what you do. It'd beat going into the gym day in day out, having to get way too close and personal with mature ladies - who I'm certain only get themselves in the sort of positions they do so I have to intervene - or pumped up assholes trying to give me fitness advice when they're actually fucking paying me to do that for them."

"At the gym, if someone craps on you, you can kick them out. You can't do that here, I've tried it they just come back." Buttercup warned, but Butch rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"I spend every weekend and evening with them, you act like I don't know what they're like, of course I do. But they're really not that bad."

"I know.. But can you really compare 7 days a week to 2?" Buttercup asked. "If you think it's so easy, you do it."

Butch looked at his girlfriend, deliberating what she'd just said. She stole a couple of fries off his plate and looked at him. "What?"

"I could, you know."

"Could what?"

"I could stay at home with the kids, and you could go back to work." Butch said, pulling his plate in the opposite direction from her so she couldn't keep thieving. "Why are you always so fucking hungry?"

"Because, I ate leftover bread crusts for lunch! Really? Would you really do that?" Buttercup spluttered. "All jokes aside?"

Butch shrugged again. "Sure. Like I said, I'd much rather be a stay at home Dad than go to work. We could probably just swap, the guys at the gym know you, you used to work there. They'd probably welcome you back, especially if you start your classes again."

Buttercup smiled excitedly as she realised Butch was being serious. "Would you really quit work for me?" She asked, surprised. "And take on these demons full time?"

He smirked, looking over at his daughters lovingly. "Yeah, course. Work's not that fun anyway. It was better when we were there together. I'd much rather enjoy watching you come home in the tight workout top and yoga pants uniform, all glistening and sweaty and tired." Butch leered, kissing along her neck. Buttercup laughed and pushed him back slightly.

"Butch, the kids."

"Oh come on, they're 2."

"But I'm 14, and severely grossed out." Jay said as he walked through the front door. "Super hearing, remember?"

"Yeah, super hearing, you remember that yourself next time you and Toby are planning to bunk off Math." Buttercup replied quickly, to which Jay rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue back.

"Your dinner's in the microwave." Butch butted in, stopping Jay short, who headed for the kitchen.

"Oh, thanks Butch." He called to him.

"No problem kid." Butch replied.

Considering Jay hadn't known Butch was his father for the first 8 years of his life, they had a unique relationship compared to the average father and son. He didn't call him Dad, he called him Butch, as it was all he'd ever called him and felt most natural to him. And Butch had no problem with it - he was just grateful to have him in his life like he'd always wanted. Dad would have been nice but he'd settle for Butch.

Buttercup snuggled into Butch's side, looking at her four children lovingly, then up at Butch with just as much affection. "You really mean it about me going back to work?"

"Yes, Buttercup, you can go back to work. If that's what you so desire. I'll call Lawson in the morning and talk to him about it. Or better yet, we can go down there when we drop Jay to Mitch's in the morning."

Buttercup beamed at him. "I forgot how nice you are sometimes."

"I'm just your regular good Samaritan."


The young waitress sighed theatrically as she leaned on the side of the bar, trying not to clock watch; she had hours till she went home. It wasn't even majorly busy that evening either, for a Friday.

She brightened up a little when she noticed Bubbles Jojo, a celebrity around these parts, had just been seated with one of her children. Funny, she had two kids; the waitress wondered where the other might be. As she pondered, noting the blonde super heroine's gorgeous blue dress and how svelte she looked, she felt small hands tugging at her pant leg.

She looked down, to be greeted by big, powder blue eyes, and thick, blonde hair in little plaited pigtails. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could let me through." She squeaked at her politely.

The waitress couldn't help but smile as she cranked a brow at her. "Erm, let you through? What do you mean little lady?" She asked her, crouching down to her height.

The young girl began hovering then, so she was level with the waitress' head. It quickly clicked in her mind that this was the missing daughter. "I need to come through to the kitchen in the back - to speak with the head chef. So if you wouldn't mind..."

The waitress pulled a skeptical face at the little girl, then smiled patronisingly. "Little girl, the head chef is very busy. Let me take you back to your seat and get you a kids menu –"

"Maybe you didn't hear me right? I need to speak to the head chef right away. Like, now." She replied, her voice still as syrupy sweet as before.

The waitress widened her eyes in surprise. "Umm, I don't know if - I guess if I take you. Sure - come this way."

"I know what way it is... I just needed you to move.." The little girl muttered in reply, zipping through the air in a flash of powder blue. The waitress, baffled, followed her rather quickly. Her boss would not appreciate some little kid coming into his busy kitchen.

The little blonde girl cleared her throat loudly as she entered the bustling kitchen. No one but the head chef would have heard her, it was so loud in there, but the head chef of this particular restaurant had an advantage, he had super hearing. He looked round, grinning vastly when he spotted the youngster waiting by the door, her little arms folded across her chest. Placing the knife he held down on the chopping board, he abandoned the fish he'd been cutting.

"Hello there madam, how can I be of service?" He asked, as the young girl hovered to his head height.

"Good evening fine chef, I have come to order for my table, and I have a few requests to ask of you." She said, glancing at him in a mock pompous manner.

"Of course, of course - fire away." The chef replied, holding a pretend pen and paper in his hands and jotting away as she spoke.

"Well, my mother wants the soy bean burger - medium rare please, and my sister would like the sausages with the creamed potatoes, and don't skimp on the butter. And me? Well I'd like the batter covered chicken you call a nugget with fries, please. Crispy fries! If they aren't crispy I'll send them back! Did you get all that down?" She answered, beaming at the chef sweetly.

He chuckled in response. "I got it all down, considering it's what you three get each time you come in." He winked.

"Good, I like to make sure it's perfect. Although with you cooking it, it always is! And it sure beats Mom's cooking!" She added, winking back at him.

The waitress watched the exchange with surprise in her eyes; their head chef wasn't a strict dude, but he had to run a tight ship and took no shit. And usually he didn't exactly take kindly to customers who wanted to come around the back to advise him on their meal. She'd awaited a different response, expecting him to ask her to leave his kitchen. But then it clicked. Of course, this young girl was the chef's daughter.

The young girl leaned in and kissed Boomer's cheek. "Thanks Daddy, I loveeeee you!"

"Love you too sugar." He replied.

"Will you be joining us?" She asked him, as she watched him proceed to cut up the fish he was preparing.

"I get off in 10. I'll come out with our food. See you soon sweetie."

"See you soon Daddy!" Bonnie called as she zoomed out of the kitchen doors.


Boomer came out of the kitchen and headed toward the table his family were sat at. He had changed out of his chef's attire and into his casual wear, and trailing behind him was a waitress carrying the meals Bonnie had ordered for them.

"Hey baby." Boomer planted a kiss on his wife's cheek as the waitress placed her dinner in front of her. "Well this is a nice surprise."

"Hey! Well, we thought we'd come and see you out from work, and get something to eat while we were at it, didn't we girls?" Bubbles said, beaming at her two daughters, who were looking down at their meals happily.

Bonnie, their eldest daughter, was 6 years old. She had big cornflour blue eyes, and shoulder length golden hair in plaited pigtails. Bonnie was a mini me of her mother, happy go lucky, cheerful and sweet to boot. Bridget, their youngest child was 3 years old, with eyes a shade of cerulean, and thick golden curls down to her chin. Bridget was the ultimate joker, always cheery, her life's ambition to make you crack a smile.

"Yup!" Bonnie replied, stuffing fries into her mouth.

"Uh huh." Bridget murmured, stabbing a whole sausage onto the end of her fork. "Sausagesssss." She cried, proceeding to bite one end off.

"Bridget! That is not how Mommy showed you how to eat. Come here, I'll cut your sausages up for you."

"No!" Bridget cried. "Stab, stab!" She said, stabbing at another one.

"Hey hey, calm down dude; let your Mom chop up your food. Or I'll fetch the guy in charge around here." Boomer said, taking Bridget's fork from her hand. "He might kick you right out of here you get all rowdy."

"No Daddy, it's you!" Bridget explained, taking her fork back from her Dad, Bubbles had just cut it up for her. She ate a bite daintily, smiling at the delicious taste. "Much better than Mommy's cooking."

"Hey!" Bubbles cried. "I may not be a head chef but I'm not that bad."

"Yeah, bad is Aunty Buttercup's cooking." Bonnie added. "It's no wonder they eat take outs all the time."

"They wouldn't eat at all if Uncle Butch was in charge of the kitchen." Boomer said as he tucked into his own meal.

"That's true. I honestly don't know how you three survived growing up till you found us again." Bubbles said, smiling at her husband fondly.

Bubbles was the only married one of the three puff's, her and Boomer had tied the knot 7 years ago, a few months before they found out they were expecting Bonnie. Boomer worked as a head chef at 'The Diner', a popular family restaurant in downtown Townsville, and Bubbles was a stay at home mother to their two children. She used to work as a dancer, but had decided to devote her time to her children.

Their lives had continued together in heavenly marital bliss, with their two beautiful girls and their close family bonds. In fact, the only thing Bubbles felt was missing was a third little blonde haired, blue eyed beauty. As she watched her family eating together, she knew it would only be a matter of time before this missing little person was present. Bubbles wanted another baby. And so did Boomer, he just didn't know it yet.


"Hello Mr. Longstein, how are you feeling this evening?" Blossom said as she walked into the patient's room, scooping up the chart that was attached to Mr. Longstein's bed.

"All the better now you're here, my dear." He replied, leering at Blossom.

She arched an eyebrow, looking at him briefly, then down at her chart. "Right. Well, it's been 3 days since your hernia repair surgery, let's take a look and see how it is." Blossom instructed; flipping down the chart and clipping it back to the bed.

She peeled the covers off the older man and examined the surgery site gently. "Oh, Mr. Longstein it's looking brilliant. It's healing up just how we want it to. We should have you out of here in no time."

"You can touch it if you'd like. Maybe give it a little kiss better?" He asked, still grinning at her suggestively.

Blossom gave him a revolted look, then composed herself. "Erm, maybe later." She covered him back up quickly, and walked out of the room, shivering.

She fell into step beside Tess, a fellow doctor at Townsville General Hospital, who giggled at the redhead's displeased expression.

"He's only a little bit creepy right?" Tess said, and Blossom quivered.

"Yeah, just a little bit. But he's all yours tonight, I get to go home." Blossom smiled, fiddling with the stethoscope that was round her neck.

"Boo you. Sometimes I hate the night shift." Tess grimaced, pushing her short hair behind her ear.

"Don't be fooled, I'll be back before you know it." Blossom joked. Her beeper went off then, and she snatched it up quickly. "Oh, it's the nanny. God, what has she done this time?" Blossom muttered to herself, and Tess laughed loudly.

"This is why I don't have children. Your little girl is a legend though."

Blossom furrowed her brow as she turned and headed for the locker room to get ready to go home. "That's one word for her. See you later Tess."

"Bye Blossom!" She called back.

As soon as she made it into the locker room, Blossom retrieved her phone from her pocket and dialled the nanny's number.

"Hi Katrina, is everything okay?" She asked, cradling the phone with her head and shoulder so she could grab her stuff and make a move.

"Again?!" Blossom cried, and sighed. "Look, I'll be home in like 5 minutes, and actually," She turned and examined the clock on the wall. "Brick should be home like now. Just, just let one of us deal with it. I'm so sorry, really I am. I know, we'll cover the costs. I'm sorry. Bye Katrina."

Blossom hung up her phone. "Shoot," She hissed under her breath. "This really isn't working."

Blossom and Brick had been back together for 6 years. Together they had two children, Blake, 6 years old, and Rosalie, 3 years old. Most would assume, and did assume, that Blake would be a mini me of his father, and be a bit of a handful, and that Rosalie would be a smaller version of her mother, and be a polite little pleasure to be around. The truth was in fact the opposite. The only thing Blake had in common with Brick was his brains. He was a smart young man, always had his nose in a book and was mostly well behaved. Brick had tried endless amounts to entice him outside to kick a ball around, or even to play a video game with him and his uncles, but to no avail. He did inherit a cunning, quiet streak from his father though, and when provoked had a temper like no other.

Rosalie, or Rosie for short (Rosalie was mostly only used when she was in trouble), on the other hand, was a handful when she wanted to be. She was clever and mischievous, more interested in playing pranks on her brother or anyone, really, then reading a book.

And now, she'd frozen the nanny's purse, again. And not only would they have to replace the purse itself, but all that was inside it would need replacing, again, as it would be soaked through once it thawed.

Blossom worked full time as a doctor, and Brick was a media marketing manager downtown in Townsville. They both worked five days a week, and three of those days the kids were looked after by a nanny, the remaining two Bubbles or the Professor, and his wife of 15 years Kelly, took them. Blake attended school with Bonnie, so it was mostly only Rosalie who needed watching - though she was due to start a couple of days at kindergarten soon.

Though Blossom had trained as a doctor straight from school, she'd only been back working at the hospital for just over a year. She took four years out to be with the children, but had craved to be back working as a doctor and so had gone back to work. She hated seeing so little of her children but at the same time wanted to have her career too. She was determined to prove she could have both.

When Blake turned 3, Blossom had planned to go back to work then, but discovered she was pregnant with Rosalie. She'd made it back to work a year ago, and had an impending feeling that she'd be leaving pretty soon to resume looking after the children, this nanny business just wasn't working out, and it wasn't fair to expect Bubbles and her father to look after them all the time. Bubbles had her own children too, and the Professor was getting on a bit now.

Skipping changing out of her scrubs, Blossom threw her purse on her shoulder and got home as fast as she could.


Blossom got home a few minutes later to the sounds of complete chaos in her household. She noted that Brick's shiny red car wasn't on the drive; he must have been running late.

Wincing as she stared at the huge block of ice that contained Katrina's purse, Blossom put her own down on the table by the phone in the hallway and floated into the kitchen, where the source of all the noise was.

"Rosie, please, come back to the table and eat your dinner!" Katrina cried, chasing a little redhead, who was zooming around near the ceiling, giggling.

Blake was sat at the table, his dinner finished, a book in his hands, ignoring his sister being a menace and his nanny just not coping.

"Rosalie Buttercup Jojo, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Blossom snapped, making her daughter stop mid air. She turned slowly, blinking her baby pink eyes innocently, twiddling a strand of her long mane of wild red hair round her fingers.

Katrina had jumped too, and turned to the door to see Blossom Utonium stood there, hands on hips, not looking one bit happy. "Oh thank god you're home!" She exclaimed. "She has been a nightmare today!"

"No, you've been a nightmare today!" Rosie responded, sticking her tongue out at Katrina.

"Rosalie, manners." Blossom quipped.

Katrina gave Blossom an exasperated look. "You know what?" She said, wilting. "I don't get paid enough for this. I've been a nanny for 8 years, and trust me; I've had my fair share of bad kids, but bad kids with super powers?! No, I can't do this anymore."

Blossom's face fell half with anger at the insult to her offspring, and half with panic at what was coming. She knew this speech, she'd heard it come from many nannies' mouths over the past year they'd been hiring one, hell, she'd done this speech herself on a bad day. "Katrina they are not bad kids –"

"You're just a bad nanny." Rosie said, glaring at the woman.

"Rosalie!"

"No, they're not bad, they're unbearable! And I can't bear them anymore." Katrina screeched.

"What did I do?!" Blake asked, he'd put his book down to watch, widening his deep red eyes indignantly. His chin length red hair had been pulled into a little ponytail, possibly Rosie's handiwork.

"I quit!" Katrina declared. "I don't care about notice or anything like that, I quit!"

She stomped out of the room and Blossom followed her. Rosie was too busy victory dancing in the air to follow and watch the rest now.

"Katrina wait, you can't just quit, you're leaving me in the lurch here!" Blossom reasoned as Katrina got to the front door and began trying to figure out how to maneuver her ice block bag into her car.

"I don't care! I'm done." Katrina spat, heaving the large block into her arms and gasping at how cold it was.

"But, we have a contract, you said you'd leave at least 3 weeks notice –"

She was on the drive by now, and she turned sharply to face Blossom. "I don't care! Then don't pay me! I'm not coming back here."

Brick had just pulled up onto the drive then, and got out of his car to watch the performance.

"Katrina, I know you've had a rough day but there's no need to be so – Oh at least let me defrost your purse first!"

She only shrieked in reply, dropping it onto the ground, ice shattering everywhere. She lunged down and snatched it up, stomping into her car.

"I'm not giving you a good reference!" Blossom called angrily as her car hurtled down the drive. She turned and faced Brick with a weary look.

"Another one bites the dust." He simply said.

She gave him a stony look in reply.


Rosie blinked her big pink eyes at her mother, pulling the covers to her bed up so only they were peeking out. "You're mad."

Blossom sighed, gently pulling the covers down so she could see her daughters face. "No, I'm not mad. Not really. You just really need to learn to control your powers. I know it's hard, but ice breath is not a toy."

"I was only joking around." She mumbled.

"Sweetie, Katrina didn't find it funny the first time."

"I did." Rosie giggled. "And so did Daddy."

Blossom smiled. "There's a time and a place for jokes Rosie, messing with the nanny's stuff isn't funny to the nanny. How would you like it if I froze all your joke books, or Mr Stanky?" She asked, referring to the very weathered looking but very loved stuffed dinosaur Rosalie adored and had christened 'Mr Stanky' when she was only 2.

Rosie gave her a horrified look. "Don't worry I won't!" Blossom cried. "You've not been that naughty. But you can see you wouldn't like it, right?" Rosalie nodded slowly, and Blossom sighed warmly. "Now, off to sleep." She planted a kiss on her forehead. "Night sweetie."

"Night Mommy."


"This is a big problem Brick! We don't have anyone to look after the kids while we work. We can't lump it all on Bubbles; it's not fair. And even though the Professor will say yes, it's not fair to expect him to do it either." Blossom said as she wiped down the kitchen sides. "You know what a handful Rosie can be. And he's not getting any younger."

"Then we'll get another nanny hired ASAP. Seriously, don't worry about it, it'll all sort itself out." Brick reassured her as he ate his dinner. "Sit down and eat, we can tidy up after."

Blossom sighed, chucking the cloth into the sink and sitting back down opposite Brick. Both Blake and Rosalie were tucked up in bed, and together they were eating their dinner.

"No, this having a nanny look after the kids really isn't working. Rosie is really playing up with it. She needs her parents around looking after her. Not a practical stranger, not her aunt or uncle, or Grandpa or Grandma. I'm going to have to quit my job."

Brick shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous, you've only just started working there again."

"Well we've got to do something Brick! They need us."

Brick shrugged casually as he finished his meal. "I'll leave my job then."

Blossom's eyes widened. "Now you're being ridiculous!"

"I'm not. I'll quit and stay with the kids during the week, and you go into work. Simple. We don't have to hire a nanny, and you don't have to quit." Brick shrugged.

"But you will! You can't quit your job!"

"Why not? It's not like I enjoy it."

"You make more money than me! It makes more sense for me to quit my job. I still have some of my med school debt to pay off, there's malpractice insurance, we have the mortgage –" Blossom began to list off until he cut her off.

"The mortgage is fine and a manageable amount, I paid a huge sum up front when I got us this place remember? Yes, I earn a lot in this job but we've also got a hell of a lot saved up. I make $100,000 a year - and I spent almost four years on my own, paying pennies on rent, I had a whole shit load saved. Your medical school bills are also almost done; the malpractice insurance is a necessity. Bloss I fucking hate my job. I'd love to quit." Brick said, trying to hide the spiteful smile that wanted to play on his lips at the thought of handing in his notice.

Blossom hesitated, thinking it through. "Do you really think you could handle the kids, day in, day out? I have crazy hours remember, I'll be at home sleeping some mornings when I've worked the night shift and –"

"Yes Blossom I am familiar with your work pattern as a doctor. And please, Blake is a breeze and Rosie's always an angel for me. We'd be fine." Brick brushed it off.

Blossom paused again. "We'd have to make some major lifestyle changes. We wouldn't be earning as much, at all. Under half as much, in fact. What would we do about –"

"Okay, how about I don't quit, I just go part time? If I halved my annual income we could still live comfortably. We'll make sure my days at work coincides with your days off work? You could maybe cut down your hours a little bit too, so we'd see more of each other. How's that sound?" Brick suggested.

Blossom considered again. "Would your work be okay with that?"

"If the options are that or I leave, they'll choose that. I know they'd sooner have me there less than not at all."

Blossom sighed shakily. "Okay.. Okay we'll do that."

"Don't fret, we'll be fine. I'll just cut my hours down and you tweak yours a little." He shrugged. "Then I'm here for the kids and we don't have to keep going through nanny's like they're fresh underpants. New one every fucking day it seems."

She nodded, looking down at her dinner and beginning to finish the rest.

Though things were brilliant between Blossom and Brick now, it hadn't always been plain sailing. They had first gotten together age 16, and their relationship first met rocky roads when Blossom began her internship at Townsville General Hospital. They attended college together, Blossom studying towards her bachelor's degree to go onto medical school, and Brick studying business and marketing. Blossom then started at medical school and Brick began to work his way to the top at his current job. Those 8 years Blossom spent studying were hard on their relationship, and Brick was under the false impression that once she was almost qualified he'd see a lot more of her. But he couldn't have been more wrong. She worked stupid, nearly illegal hours during her internship; some weeks working 80 hours plus some. It put a huge strain on their relationship. 6 months before they were due to squeeze a wedding in somewhere in their hectic lives, they had a huge argument, which resulted in Brick wrongly thinking they'd split up and rashly sleeping with his assistant, and Blossom walking in on it.

They broke up, and barely spoke for three years. And during this three years, Blossom found solace in the arms of a certain green eyed brother of Brick's, Butch Jojo - who was himself single at the time. They weren't in a relationship, and they certainly didn't hold strong feelings for one another, Blossom needed someone, something, and Butch was happy to be that thing she needed, to spite his brother for their own differences.

Eventually they patched this up. Brick and Butch were finally beginning to mend their fractured relationship; it had taken a while as Brick had found it a difficult thing to move past.

Blossom and Brick had managed to put it behind them. They spent a night together and unknowingly conceived Blake. Not long after this Blossom suffered a horrendous moment in her life, in which she ended up calling Brick in her time of need. She was the victim of a drug infused date rape of a former love interest, and ex colleague of Bubbles', of the name of Jeremy Paxton. And at this time, she also found out she was pregnant with Blake.

Blossom and Brick had reunited, because through all their struggles they had realised they truly did love each other, and it was the only thing that mattered.

And now as she watched him take her empty plate and his own over to the sink and begin to wash them and the rest of the dishes up, she was reminded just why she loved him so much. He was prepared to cut down his own work hours so she could continue on in a job she loved. That, and he did his share of the housework.


"I don't think I'm supposed to be going over today." Jay mumbled from the back seat of the 7-seater SUV.

"No, it's definitely your weekend here today, it's on the calendar." Buttercup replied as she pulled into the dead end street that Mitch Mitchelson lived on.

"I know, but... Ma, just turn around, I'll stay at home this weekend." Jay said, looking at Mitch's house with dread in his eyes.

"Dude, what's the matter? Why don't you want to go Mitch's this weekend?" Butch asked, turning around from his position in the front seat to face him. Even though the whole family could fly, taking to the skies with three super powered two year olds was kind of a death wish, so they'd gotten the biggest car they could afford for their large family to board. The triplets were in their car seats on the middle row of seats, Jay was in the very back.

"I do." He murmured.

"Well then, we're here, so come on." Butch replied as Buttercup pulled up. He opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car.

"I just think that he couldn't do this weekend. Yeah, I think Dad said he was busy." Jay said as he caught up to his actual Dad, who was approaching the front door. Butch didn't like that he still called Mitch 'Dad', and him 'Butch', but finding out the guy you'd always thought was your Dad wasn't your Dad and someone else was when you're such a young kid was enough to screw someone up for life - Butch wasn't going to make things worse by insisting he call him Dad instead. Though he hoped one day he would start to call him Dad. But he wanted it to be his decision, so he'd never pushed for it.

When Buttercup and Mitch had split up, Mitch had moved in with his cousin, until he started renting a place of his own with his new girlfriend, and Jay spent alternating weekends there.

"He can't do this weekend, and you've only just remembered this now we're at his door?" Butch said as he knocked on said front door.

"Err, yeah. My bad…"

"Why don't you want to go over?" Butch asked, turning and eyeing his son suspiciously.

His question was answered when the door opened, and Princess Morbucks stood before them.

She frowned, giving them both a disgusted look. "I didn't think you were coming this weekend."

Jay gave Butch a pointed look, huffing and folding his arms over his chest. "Let's just go."

"No, wait a minute." Butch said, putting his hand on Jay's shoulder, stopping him from turning to leave. "Princess, where's Mitch?"

"Inside." She answered shortly.

"Can I talk to him?"

The car door opened then and Buttercup appeared at Butch's side. "What's the hold up?" She asked, giving Princess an equally as disgusted look as she'd given them.

"There's been a mix up." Princess replied. "Jay isn't supposed to be here today."

"I told you." Jay hissed.

"Why not? It's his normal weekend to be here." Buttercup replied. Mitch came to the door then, looking confused.

"No, he can stay this weekend if he wants to." He said. "Hey man. You wanna come in?"

Jay hesitated, looking to his parents, then to Mitch.

Princess scoffed unpleasantly. "What the hell Mitch? I thought we agreed to put a cap on all this?"

"Put a cap on all this? What's that supposed to mean? Mitch what's going on?" Buttercup asked, folding her arms over her chest impatiently.

Mitch gave Princess an aggravated look, and cocked his head inside, indicating for Jay to come in. He did, after giving his parents a nod goodbye.

"Jay you call me if you want to come home." Butch called to him.

"I will." Jay replied, before disappearing inside. Princess tutted loudly.

"What is going on?" Buttercup asked, riled.

"Mitch and I agreed that it's time for these little visits to stop." Princess spoke, cutting Mitch out before he could even try to talk.

"Oh yeah? Well I really don't think it's your place to have a say in that decision." Buttercup snapped.

"Place? You want to talk about place? It's not Mitch's place to even be having him! He's not even his son! He's your son." Princess complained animatedly. She always was stupidly brave in the face of a pissed off Powerpuff girl.

"This arrangement has nothing to do with you! This arrangement was made before you even existed in Mitch's life. You have zero input!" Buttercup retaliated, managing to keep her temper in check for now. Butch couldn't help but notice how she was grinding her fist into her palm as a safety measure.

"Well I do exist in Mitch's life now. So that changes everything." Princess said smugly. Mitch gave her an irritated look, but didn't bother to voice his own opinion.

"Mitch, what the fuck is going on?" Butch spoke, his voice angered at the thought of them shunning his son. "This has been the way we've done things for like 6 years now, you get a girlfriend and suddenly it's a problem?"

"I've been with him three years, actually, it's not 'suddenly.'" Princess butted in.

"No, but it's taken you three years to persuade him this needs to stop." Buttercup accused.

Princess opened her mouth to retaliate, looking Buttercup up and down with disdain, when she paused suddenly. "Didn't you have triplets?"

Buttercup's brow furrowed in confusion. "Yeah, so?" She glanced back at the car momentarily; all three were still in their car seats, swinging their little legs.

"You sure don't look like you had triplets." She muttered, distracted by Buttercup's still amazing physique.

Buttercup looked angered and alarmed. "What the hell has that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing just, screams the word surgery, that's all." Princess jeered, smirking. "You'll have to give me the contact details of your surgeon."

Buttercup became incensed. "Surgery?! It takes more than your average scalpel to get through my skin! This isn't the work of a surgeon's knife, this is hard work and dedication, something I'm sure you'll learn all about one day, when you grow up and join the adult world."

Princess scoffed. "Yeah, and I'm sure having chemically enhanced skin helped you along the way."

"The only thing being chemically enhanced helps me to do is beat your sorry -" Buttercup threatened, sliding up the sleeves of her shirt, hands balled into tight fists.

"Hey, steady on, there's no need for that." Mitch interrupted her, pushing one of Buttercup's fists down.

"Mitch." Butch spoke again. "You didn't answer my question. What's the problem?"

"Well," Mitch hesitated, looking over to Princess, who urged him on with a nod. "I kind of agree with Princess. How healthy is all this for him? I'm not his real Dad, am I? I mean, he still calls me Dad. And I'm not his Dad."

"That's right, he's not his Dad. I mean god, you'll be asking him for child maintenance next." Princess said, rolling her eyes and examining her nails.

"Keep rolling those eyes Princess, you might just find a brain back there." Buttercup spat, irritated by this spoilt woman's presence.

"And weren't you the one saying about being an adult?" Princess returned with.

"Doesn't it bother you that he calls me Dad?" Mitch asked, his question aimed at Butch. The green ruff couldn't tell if he was goading him or genuinely asking.

"If he wants to call you Dad he calls you Dad." Butch muttered, and Buttercup could see it pained him to say it. She knew deep down it bothered him. "I'm not gunna force him to do something he's not comfortable with. Look, you may not be his actual Dad, but you acted as one for the first 8 years of his life. If you suddenly wanna stop doing that, you shouldn't have been there for him all this time." Butch said, looking at Mitch with disappointment.

Mitch didn't like that. Butch shouldn't be giving him parenting advice; he was the deadbeat dad that wasn't there for 8 years, not Mitch. He got annoyed, because regardless of that he knew Butch was right right now, and Butch was a parent, to all four of his children, and he would have been to Jay back when he was little if he'd been given even half the chance. And when it came down to it, Mitch wasn't a parent at all.

"Who are you to tell me about being there for your kids?" Mitch said, glaring at Butch. "You should have fucking been there from the start. Then we wouldn't even be in this shit show!"

Butch's forest green eyes flashed with anger, and this time Buttercup noticed him balling his fists into tight balls.

"That's neither here nor there now. I'm his Dad, I look after him, and I care for him. He only fucking comes here under the understanding that you wanted to see him, and he wanted to see you. But you don't want to see him, and he doesn't want to see you, so what's the fucking point?" Butch growled. None knew Jay was lingering, listening. His building rage was interrupted by Princess tsk-ing loudly.

"Look at you two. Hard to believe you were best friends in high school huh?" She commented.

"Shut up Princess." Buttercup muttered, wishing more than anything that her ex boyfriend had chosen anyone, ANYONE but Princess Morbucks as his next long-term girlfriend.

Butch and Mitch gave each other a stony look, thinking back to all the various little things over the years that had come between them irrevocably. They had a huge amount of history, and the main wedge between them was the love triangle of sorts they'd found themselves in with Buttercup, and then the sheer amount Mitch had been involved in raising his son, and the sheer amount he hadn't been allowed to be involved. One moment that particularly awoke a lot of venomous hate in Butch came to his mind as he stared at his former friend; it had happened about 12 years ago…

12 years ago...

It was Jay's second birthday, and Butch had surprisingly enough received an invite to his party. They were throwing a small get together at Professor Utonium's household; cake, ice cream, presents and the like, with just a small amount of family and friends.

And Butch was family, wasn't he? Yeah, of course he was, he was his fucking father - even though everyone thought of him more as an uncle. Everyone but Buttercup and Mitch that is.

He'd spent the majority of the event sitting in silence, watching the TV, chatting to his brothers here and there - generally resenting everyone else for how happy and contented they all were, and how completely ostracised he was.

Sitting in the living room listlessly, Butch had been pleased to see Jay toddle in, snatching the remote from his hands and turning the channel over to a preschoolers one. He smirked, as the kid pulled himself up onto the sofa next to him, party hat on his head, cake round his face, eyes glued to the TV.

"So kid, how's it feel being 2 whole years old?" Butch asked him.

Jay gave him a curious look, smirking back, and then glancing back at the TV.

"I never was 2. Me, your uncles, your aunts and your Ma were all born aged 5. Not that you understand a word of that... Sure does seem like it's a blast though." He commented, to which Jay gave him a questioning look once again. "So, what'd you get for your birthday man?"

"A trikey. And a tool set. And cake." Jay smiled.

Butch smiled back at him. "Awesome - have you had a good day?"

"Yeah." He replied simply. "Did you get me a present?"

"Yeah I did - that stuffed dinosaur toy. Do you like dinosaurs?" Butch checked, feeling a stab of guilt. He didn't even know what the kid was into.

"Yeah." Jay nodded. "Geen ones. They're the loudest."

Butch grinned at him, chuckling. "That's so true, the green ones are hella loud. And luckily, I got you a green one. You like the colour green?"

"Yeah." Jay answered. "So does Mama."

"Yeah, she does. So do I." Butch paused, watching his little boy with pained eyes. He glanced at the entrance to the living room; he couldn't see anyone there. "Hey birthday boy - you got a cuddle for me?"

"Uh huh." Jay mumbled, climbing onto Butch's lap and resting his head against his large chest, his eyes still glued to the TV. Butch froze initially. He didn't think he'd say yes. He hardly ever got to hold him - in fact he'd only ever held him once or twice when he was a baby - and for only about 3 seconds before Buttercup or Mitch had whipped him from his arms.

Slowly, he placed his arms around him and gave him the tightest squeeze he could without hurting him, being sure to take everything in, the way he felt against him, his smell, the quickness of his tiny heart beating, his little chest rising and falling as he idly watched the TV; no idea Butch had a lump the size of an apple in his throat as he got to hold his little boy and give him a hug on his birthday. He had to take it all in - he had no idea when he'd be able to do this again next. He had no idea when he'd get to see him next let alone actually hug him.

He hadn't noticed Mitch stood in the doorway, keeping his eye on them both. His back was up the moment he'd watch Jay climb onto Butch's lap.

"So you're favourite colour's green hmm?" Butch asked him, swallowing hard.

"Yep. And Mama's favourite, and Butch's favourite." He replied, copying what Butch had just told him.

"That's right. So, Mama likes green. Jay likes green. And so does Butch. And we've all got green eyes." Butch said, beginning to feel desperate and foolish.

"Yeah. Geen eyes. Like Mama. And Unka Butch. And I like Unka Butch." Jay smiled, looking from the TV to Butch.

"You do?" Butch asked, and he nodded. "You keep calling me that but you see, I'm not your uncle. I'm your Dad. I'm not your uncle, I'm your Dad. That's me. Not anyone else, me." Butch said, his voice low, imploring a reaction from Jay of some kind.

"Unka Butch and Dad?" He said casually, his childlike innocence hiding the severity of the revelation.

"Not uncle - just Dad." Butch replied, smiling exasperatedly.

"You son of a bitch!" Mitch growled, throwing a punch at Butch and getting him right round the face. It didn't hurt, not even a tiny bit, but it had made him jump. It had also made Jay jump, who'd clung to Butch's chest in shock at the sudden attack. Carefully, Butch placed him down on the sofa - the little boy was visibly shaken as he watched Butch turn to Mitch, his shoulders squaring up.

His punch may not have hurt Butch, but Mitch's hand was red and swollen and stinging from the blow.

Regardless of that, he also began to square up to Butch, his teeth grit and eyes flashing with fury. Butch pushed him against the wall. "Go on then, hit me again, I'd deserve it. Go on, let's see who it damages the most."

"You had NO RIGHT to tell him that! No right!" Mitch roared.

"No right? I had every right!" Butch came back with furiously. Jay watched the confrontation with wide, curious eyes.

"He's not yours! You didn't want him, remember?!" Mitch hissed.

"Didn't want him?! I didn't get a choice! This wasn't my decision!" Butch cried back in despair.

"You think you just get to swan in when you fancy it?" Mitch accused angrily, pushing Butch bravely in the chest.

"He's my son!" Butch growled.

"You may be his father, but I'm his Daddy." Mitch said in a low, menacing voice.

Butch lost it then. Everything was a fury filled blur. He'd grabbed Mitch by the throat and squeezed. It was the sounds of Jay crying and the shouts of Buttercup and Brick, pulling them apart, that brought him back to reality.

Mitch came out of it surprisingly unscathed, and Blossom and Brick had dragged a rabid Butch outside to calm down, who wouldn't explain a thing to them.

Buttercup had come out then, and Butch could guess by her expression that Mitch had filled him in on what he'd done. She looked filled with hate and rage, and Butch awaited some sort of reaction from her - anything.

But nothing came.

Both Brick and Blossom were asking what the hell had happened, but Buttercup ignored them. She just kept her gaze on Butch and said: "Just stay away from us Butch."

"Buttercup, please -"

"Stay away."

Jay came back to the front door of Mitch's house, backpack in hand, and pushed past him and Princess.

"I wanna go home." He muttered, pushing past his parents too and climbing into the back of the car with his sisters.

Buttercup shook her head at Mitch in disappointment. "You've let him down today."

Mitch only tutted back, disliking how all this had fallen onto him. "Please, it's nothing compared to the years he let him down. Yet he's somehow now in everyone's good books." He said, gesturing to Butch. Mitch and Princess turned on their heels and shut the door.

Butch glared at the door, hate radiating off of him, until he glanced over at Buttercup, who was already looking at him. She hooked her arm around his. "Ignore him. Come on, let's get the hell out of here and go spend some time with our kids."


Bubbles peeked her head into her bedroom once again, sighing, but not being able to hide her smile.

"Boomer, come on, get up! We're supposed to be at Blossom's in like 45 minutes!" Bubbles said, fully opening the door and stepping inside.

Boomer rolled over onto his back, looking at his wife sleepily.

"Don't worry, I'll be up." He said, ending with a long yawn.

Bubbles smiled. "The girls are all ready to go. They're downstairs watching TV."

Boomer nodded. "Why don't you come join me?"

Bubbles giggled. "As much as I'd love to, the kids could burst in any second. They're good at that."

"Then we'll have to be quick." Boomer smiled, rolling forward and scooping Bubbles up round the waist, pulling her on top of him.

Bubbles smiled down at him seductively. She kicked the door shut with her leg, then stroked down the side of his face and slid her fingers through his golden hair. "Hey, how about we don't use anything?" Bubbles asked, continuing to stroke his hair.

"What do you mean?" Boomer asked in between laying kisses along her neck.

"You know… Why don't we not use any protection …So we could maybe... have another baby?" Bubbles murmured, her voice sweet like honey.

Boomer froze, placing both hands on Bubbles' shoulders gently, so he could look at her face. "You want another baby?"

Bubbles froze too, looking at her husband's cobalt blue eyes. "You don't?" She squeaked.

He sat up, sliding her off him and next to him on the bed, the covers sliding down and revealing his chiseled chest. "I thought - I didn't know you wanted more children." He mumbled.

Bubbles' heart sank. He didn't want more children.

"I didn't know you didn't want anymore." Bubbles said quietly, looking down into her lap.

"Hey, I never said I didn't. I just didn't know it was something you were thinking about."

"Well, you don't look thrilled about the idea." Bubbles commented.

"No, it's just, you've obviously been thinking about it, but I haven't. It's kind of been thrust onto me you know?" Boomer tried to explain, but Bubbles' brow knitted in confusion.

"Boomer we have two children already..."

"But it's still a big decision. What with you not working, do you think I could support a family of five?" Boomer said, his voice uncertain.

"I don't work because I watch the kids. Any money I'd earn if I did work would go on paying for a nanny, which I don't want anyway. Boomer, we'd be fine, you know we would. Why don't you have a think about it?" Bubbles said, pushing his blonde hair out of his face.

Boomer paused, contemplating. "If it was a boy I'd have a son." He mused, and Bubbles smiled.

"Yeah, your own little boy hmm, wouldn't that be nice?" Bubbles enticed, knowing how much he had loved the idea of them having a boy.

Boomer couldn't help but smile at the thought. "I'll have a think about it. I will."

She nodded; it was better than nothing. She hadn't expected him to react like that though. Bridget just kind of happened after Bonnie, so there was no talking about it.

But Bubbles just felt their family wasn't quite complete yet.

Boomer seized Bubbles by her hips, pulling her back on top of him and shaking her from her thoughts.

"What are you doing?" She asked, scrambling to get comfortable.

"Well we're still doing this aren't we?" Boomer asked, confused.

Bubbles chuckled. "Nope! Come on Boomie, you need to get up, or we'll be late to Blossom and Brick's place."

Boomer whined as Bubbles hopped off him, winking as she slinked out of the room.

Boomer hung off the bed and groaned, wishing he'd just said yes to doing it without a condom in the first place.


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