Chapter two of Broken Heart! Enjoy! :)

Buttercup was in Citiesville, Blossom was somewhere out in Townsville, and Bubbles was bouncing excitedly in her little house with her phone in her hand, ready to call her sisters as Boomer rocked a little girl with beautiful blond hair in his arms.

The Professor was also there in their living room, watching with a happy smile on his face. Bubbles called the other two Puffs, squealing.

"Bubbles, is everything alright?" Blossom asked when she picked up. "Yeah, why are you screeching so much?" said Buttercup, wincing as she joined in the group call, "We are literally in two different towns and yet you're still capable of permanently destroying my eardrums from over a hundred kilometers away!"

Boomer smirked at his wife as his little girl started to sniffle. "Bubbles is just super excited about something," he told them as Bubbles bounced.

"You guys have GOT to come over. Right now!" she cried.

"Ok, calm down, Bubbles," said Blossom, "And start at the beginning." "Yeah," Buttercup chimed, "I don't understand anything you're saying!"

Bubbles giggled and let out another delighted squeal. "Bubbles, you might make the baby go deaf," Boomer joked seriously.

"Baby? What baby?" asked Buttercup.

Bubbles just shook her head, even though her sisters couldn't see it. "Just get here in ten minutes, ok? No excuses like 'there were no buses available' or whatsoever. We're powerpuffs. We fly. See ya in a bit!" she said quickly, cutting the call.

"What? But Bubb-" Blossom began, but got cut off.

Bubbles giggled excitedly as she peered at her little girl over Boomer's shoulder. Yes, her little girl. Boomer's adorable daughter. Their cute little baby who was just a week old.

"You've grown up so fast, Bubbles," the Professor sighed, "Just yesterday you were the adorable five-year-old zipping through my house in a flash of light blue."

"Professor," said Bubbles sweetly, "Don't be sad. Everybody grows up."

The man sighed again. "I'm a grandfather!" he cried, as if still finding it hard to believe.

"You're getting quite old, Professor," Boomer joked.

"Boomer!" Bubbles chided, but she was laughing, too. Even the professor chuckled. "It seems so, Boomer," he said.

The baby started to whimper and Boomer handed her off to her mother, who gave her a bottle.

"She's beautiful," Boomer sighed tenderly. The Professor looked over, smirking, "Your wife or your daughter?" he teased.

"Both," the Ruff sighed.

"Aw, that's very sweet of you, Boomer," said Bubbles as she put her daughter's bottle down,"Mind burping her?" Boomer leaped to his feet. "'Course not," he said, holding out his arms for his little girl.

Bubbles handed the baby back to her father. "Here you go," she said.

"Hey there, Goldilocks," said the Ruff, looking lovingly at his daughter, "Ready to give daddy a big burp?" The baby blinked at him. Boomer blinked back.

"She's not going to burp herself, you know," Bubbles laughed. Boomer started to pat her gently on the back until she let out a small yet adorably cute little burp.

"Are her burp's just cute or am I the only one who thinks that?" asked Boomer, looking down at his daughter. Bubbles laughed again as she looked down as well. "Daddy is obsessed with you," she told the baby, "He thinks even your burps are cute!"

"Hey!" Boomer cried indignantly as their daughter watched them intently, "You can't deny that you do, too!"

"Fair point," said Bubbles as she giggled.

The doorbell rang, followed by a series of knocks which turned into heavy pounding seconds later. "OPEN UP!" someone hollered.

Boomer rolled his eyes, knowing full well who it was. He gave the baby back to Bubbles before going to open the door. "Jeez, Buttercup," he muttered, after allowing in the two Puffs, "You're gonna break down the goddamn door."

Buttercup ignored him and tried to peer past his shoulder. "You mentioned a baby," she said. Blossom, who was standing behind her, put a hand on her tomboy sister's shoulder.

"Relax, Buttercup," she told her, before turning to the Ruff, "Hey, Boomer. Where's Bubbles?" Both Puffs walked into the house, Boomer trailing behind as he sported the biggest grin on his face.

"I'm right here!" Bubbles squealed in response as she cradled her daughter.

"A baby!" Buttercup cried, instantly next to her sister in a flash of green. When the Puff noticed her beautiful sky-blue eyes and blond hair, she gasped, looking from Bubbles to Boomer and then back to Bubbles. "Oh my g- did you two...this is-is this, your..your daughter? You had a, a baby?!"

Boomer laughed at Buttercup's flabbergasted face. "Meet Bella Jojo!" Bubbles cried happily, "Surprise!"

Buttercup let her mouth drop as Blossom zipped over next to them. "Aww, really, Bubbles?" she asked. The smile both Blues gave her as Boomer draped an arm over his counterpart was a big enough answer. "She's adorable! Can I hold her?" Blossom cried, instantly turning into a ten-year-old.

That shook Buttercup out of her stupor. "No way, me first!" she butted in.

"Uh-Uh. I asked," Blossom cried back.

"After me," said Buttercup.

"Wh-No, you didn't!"

"I saw her first!" said the Puff.

"I asked first!" Blossom growled.

Bubbles' gaze darted between her sisters like a ping pong ball as she watched them argue over who got to carry Bella, like seriously. Even Blossom, and everybody thought she was the reasonable one.

"I still get to hold her first!" Buttercup insisted.

"Okay, break it up, you guys!" Boomer butted in. As soon as he did, both Puffs simultaneously pushed their hands out at Boomer and shoved him out as they continued to argue. Bubbles giggled at him, covering her mouth. Boomer feigned a hurt look.

"Ok, guys, stop," said Bubbles. They ignored her. The two Puffs finally stopped bickering when Bella started to whimper. Blossom immediately broke out of her argument and scooted closer to the crying baby. "Aww, little Bella's crying!"

Bubbles started to gently bounce her. "Shh, Shh, it's okay, mommy's right here," she comforted. Bella opened one big blue eye at her. Boomer came next to her as well. "Don't forget daddy," he added, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead. Blossom felt like melting.

"Aww!"

"Bleck," said Buttercup, crossing her arms.

"Buttercup!" cried Blossom.

"Nah," said the tomboy, looking over to the kitchen, "I'm not the sappy type."

"How is that sappy?" Blossom demanded. Buttercup didn't even glance at her.

"Meh."

"You won't be saying that when you get a baby of your own," Blossom retorted. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "As if," she muttered. "Don't be silly, Buttercup," said Bubbles sweetly, "We all know there's something going on between you and Butch."

Buttercup scowled at her sister but blushed bright pink nonetheless. "Yeah, who knows?" Boomer added cheekily, amused at how the Puff blushed even more, "You might be next very soon."

"Sh-Shut up," Buttercup stuttered, embarrassed as she looked away towards the living room instead. "Hey, Professor?" she asked, surprised. Blossom turned around. "Pr-Professor?" she squeaked, slightly embarrassed at having been caught arguing over something pointless like a little kid.

The Professor smiled amusingly. "Hello, Girls," he greeted, chuckling at the Pink powerpuff. Blossom blushed.

"Did you know about the baby?" Buttercup asked. The Professor nodded.

"I knew the whole time. Maybe even before them," he joked, referring to the couple.

"H-Hey!" Boomer cried, stuttering over his words. "Professor!" Bubbles squeaked. Blossom giggled, having forgotten about her own embarrassment already.

"Have you told your brothers?" asked the Professor, talking to the Ruff, "Are they going to come see your new daughter?"

Blossom instantly stiffened at the mention of Boomer's brothers, a certain Ruff coming to mind. Boomer tensed as well as Bubbles glanced around nervously.

"I've told Butch. Said he'd try to make it sometime today," Boomer answered cautiously, pausing.

"What about your other brother? What was his name again? I haven't seen him in almost a decade."

Boomer looked around, before specifically resting his gaze on Blossom as he watched to see her reaction. He didn't want to make her feel any worse than she already did by bringing it up.

"His name is..Brick," Boomer said slowly.

"Oh, yes, Brick, that's right!" said the professor, "Well, last I saw him was when he and-oh. Oh yes. Right."

Blossom's heart started to ache as the Professor abruptly stopped, sensing this was a sensitive topic to bring up in front of her. "I think I need to sit down," Blossom mumbled, wobbling over to the sofa.

"Honey, I didn't mean to...well, bring bad memories or anyth-"

"It's alright, Professor," Blossom croaked.

"But Bloss-" the Professor started. "No, Professor, you don't have to feel bad. You didn't bring any bad memories. Just...good ones. Lot's of them; Good memories that make my heart ache and wish that I'd never called it quits that one day," Blossom interrupted in a tiny voice.

"Honey, Blossom, I'm so sorry for even bringing this up. You were perfectly fine before and I-"

"Professor, it's okay, I get it. This whole mess is all really my fault. Everything just makes me miss him even more," said Blossom, mumbling out the last part so quietly it was hardly above a whisper.

Bubbles came over and sat next to her on the sofa, Bella still in her arms. "Oh, Bloss," she sighed, "Things must've been so hard for you. Blossom sighed, looking away. "It still is," she muttered quietly.

"Here, take Bella. It might cheer you up a bit," said Bubbles. Blossom looked over to her sister and then to the baby girl, who was staring up at her with her big sky-blue eyes.

"Her eyes," Blossom breathed as Bubbles handed the baby to her, "She has your eyes."

Bubbles smiled, "I know. Like a doll."

"Just like her mother," Boomer added.

Bubbles rested her head on her sister's shoulder as she watched her daughter. "You just can't get enough of her face, can you?" she laughed. "I know," Blossom sighed agreeing, "There's just something about babies that can make you stare at them all day."

Bubbles smiled, happy that her sister was feeling a bit better, but deep down, the blue Puff still knew Blossom was hurting, but didn't know how to console her. It pained her to see her sister break down like that. Their fearless and strong leader, broken and aching from an emotional pain that no one could heal. And the one person that could, no one even knew where he was.

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