Hi, everyone! Sorry for the late update; This chapter was supposed to be posted waaay long ago, say, a month or so. So now, without further ado, chapter 3 of Broken Heart! 😊
It had been a month since Buttercup and Blossom met the newest addition to the family. Little Bella was only thirty-two days old and she was already a big part of everyone's life. The first week or so had been tough for the new parents; sleep time had been reduced from ten hours every night to a minimum of barely four.
Between diaper changes and bottles and naps, plus the stink of smelly diapers that threatened to overpower the usual vanilla and buttercream scent in the Blues' little house, Boomer and Bubbles wondered if their life would ever go back to being even a little normal. They could really use some sleep but Bella tended to be even fussier during the night.
Bubbles yawned as she looked over at their daughter who was finally sleeping...as the first rays of morning light seeped through. Boomer rubbed his eye as he sat up beside his wife.
"What are we going to do?" Bubbles asked, "She sleeps at the crack of dawn."
Boomer cracked a small smile. "Ever wondered if she was half vamp or something?" he joked. Bubbles laughed quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl as she slugged her counterpart's arm. "You are so thinking back to that Transylvania movie, aren't you?" she asked.
Boomer chuckled. "Ok, a bit," he admitted, "I don't get why or how that little kid you used to make me babysit next door was so obsessed, but we've watched it only about, like, a thousand times." Bubbles giggled.
"But come on, think about it!" Boomer continued, "She sleeps in the morning and stays awake the whole night. Our little girl could secretly be some sort of cool vampire lady! Doesn't that sound awesome?"
"You mean creepy," said Bubbles, "Our girl is already this cool lady. She's got superpowers and you for a father. Besides, I'd rather prefer a superpowered baby than a vampire girl any day."
Boomer laughed as leaned and pressed his forehead against hers. "It was a joke, to lift your mood," he whispered. "I know," Bubbles whispered back, "You're good at those."
Suddenly, Bella shifted her head and made a small little sound, and both Blues were instantly on alert. "Oh no," Boomer moaned, not daring to look. Bubbles looked over instead, and then sighed in relief. "She's still sleeping," she whispered. Boomer pulled Bubbles into the covers. "Come on, let's get some sleep, too," he mumbled, "Bella isn't the only one who *yawn* needs some shut eye."
But," Bubbles started, "We're still in Bella's roo-" *SNOORE* "I'm sleeping, please don't disturb!" Boomer interrupted as he exaggerated a fake loud snore and squeezed his eyes shut. "Hush!" said Bubbles, even though she was giggling, "You're going to wake her up!" "Sorry?"
Bubbles sighed and brushed some of her counterpart's dirty blond hair away from his eyes. "Alright, fine. I guess we can sleep here for now but-" *SNOOORE* "Shh! I'm sleeping!" Bubbles giggled again.
"Unghh," Bubbles groaned, flopping around in the covers like a fish out of water as she searched for the horrid cellphone that had woken her up from her sleep. "Hello?" she mumbled.
"Hi, Bubs!" said the person on the other side, "I'm calling to remind you I'm coming over for lunch at your place, remember?"
It was Buttercup.
Bubbles groaned. "Um, maybe?" she answered, voice groggy from sleep, "Is it already 12?"
"Whoa, did you just wake up or something?" asked Buttercup.
"Uh, yes. Finally got some sleep and then YOU called," said Bubbles, her irritation evident in her voice.
Buttercup suppressed a snort and a chuckle. "Well, sorry I guess, but," she paused.
"But what?" Bubbles asked groggily.
"But I'm already here," Buttercup finished, "Like, I'm already in Townsville. And guess who else decided to join?"
Bubbles groaned again, louder than before.
"We'll walk to give you some wake up time, 'kay? Love you," said Buttercup, before she was heard yelling at somebody on the other side, "We're walking, Dumbass! Get back here!"
Bubbles cut the call and turned over in the bed to see her sleepy-eyed counterpart slowly sit up. "Who was that?" he mumbled. Bubbles sighed. "Buttercup," she mumbled, "She was calling to give us a heads up for the lunch date today."
Boomer straightened up so suddenly it was like someone electrocuted him. "Oh, shit!" he cursed, "The lunch date! It's already 12? No no no no no! Did BC say if Butch was coming or not?"
Bubbles gave her husband a puzzled look. "Well, she did mention something about guessing who else decided to join," she said slowly, "So I can only imagine who she must've been talking about."
Boomer jumped out of bed. "Shit, shit, shit! No! Butch is coming! We cannot answer the door in our pj's! Our house is a mess! Shit! I totally forgot about the lunch date! Gah!" he cried and cursed as he ran about the room looking for clothes to change in to.
"Uhhh, Boomer?" said Bubbles, "This is Bella's room, remember? We were too tired to go back to our room to sleep?"
Boomer stopped running and realized what his wife was talking about as he looked around, before smacking himself on the head. "Shit," he cursed again, before running out of the bedroom door.
Bubbles sighed as she dragged her own self out of bed, just as Bella started moving around and whimpering from her crib. This was going to be a loong day, and having had only three hours and forty minutes of sleep, the Puff wondered if she'd even have the energy to manage for that long.
The doorbell rang and as the Greens waited outside the front door of the house, chaos unfurled within. Boomer was running around the house shirtless and only in his pj bottoms as Bubbles bounced around from the kitchen to the living room to the kitchen again as she tried to tend to the crying baby in her arms and somewhat clean the house while doing so. There hadn't been time to change clothes of all things. Bubbles needed time to change her daughter's diaper first, and then give her a bottle, and then rush around to try to fix everything and make the house more guest-appropriate and presentable.
Who was going to care about wearing a pair of pajamas when they had all that stuff on their list?
Buttercup rang the doorbell one more time as Butch proceeded to knock the door down. "Coming!" they heard both their siblings yell. It was Boomer who ended up opening the door, after grabbing some random red Hawaiian t-shirt and yanking it down over his head.
"Oh, um," Buttercup started, taken aback by the blond Ruff's apparel, "You look, uhh.." she trailed, trying to find the right words and be polite; trying not to snicker. Butch, however, had no gift for subtlety and started sniggering.
"Nice outfit, Bro," he snickered. Boomer rolled his eyes and Buttercup tried not to laugh, though unsuccessfully, but quickly composed herself. She'd been doing a lot of this "nice" business ever since she'd met the baby, trying to make it a bit easy for the new and stressed out parents, and be a bit more like Blossom-which she would remind, was quite hard to keep up and do and didn't always work out right considering that it wasn't exactly in her nature to do so.
So after struggling to keep it in and not snort out, Buttercup finally lost it and laughed when she stepped in and saw the state of both the house and its inhabitants.
"Oh my god, what happened in here! It's like a junkyard!" she cried, wiping away tears from her eyes as Boomer gave her a pointed scowl.
"Aren't you just the best," he commented sarcastically as Butch gave him a whack on the back in greetings. Boomer winced. He was still a little sore from waking up not that long ago, and did he ever mention his used-to-be-psycho-and-still-sometimes-is brother Butch hits like there's no tomorrow?
Buttercup proceeded to hug Bubbles, who returned the hug just as eagerly. "Buttercup!" said Bubbles. "Hey, Sis," said Buttercup, "Whoa. You don't look too good. Bella keep you awake all night?"
"Talk about it," Bubbles muttered as Bella wailed out in the background, "She may seem adorable and sweet, but isn't she just a bundle of joy," the blonde added sarcastically, looking over at her daughter with tired eyes, "Babies are hard work."
"We should be getting paid for putting up with such things," Boomer joked dryly. Bubbles rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Don't you though?" said Buttercup.
"Well, then, we should be getting paid twice as much since not every parent has superpowered babies to deal with."
"Does it really matter though?" Buttercup questioned, "I mean, I don't think her powers really mean anything at such a young age."
"Small she may be, but easy she is not," said Boomer, speaking like Yoda for little bit, "Her powers may kick in later, but we've already picked up hints of her sonic scream like her mother. Her stressed-out wails definitely say something."
The Ruff picked up his crying daughter and stuck a pacifier into her mouth. Bella sucked on it for a bit before grabbing it and flung it away from her mouth, throwing it down onto the ground as she resumed her wailing.
"Smart girl," Buttercup commented impressively, "She knows that's no momma's milk."
"Buttercup, shush it!" cried Bubbles as her cheeks tinged slightly. Buttercup laughed, before gently grazing her niece's face with her finger. The Puff prodded at the corner of her mouth and smirked when Bella opened her mouth wide, constantly turning her head in the direction of her light prodding.
"And isn't she hungry," said Buttercup, smirking.
"B-Buttercup, stop it!" Bubbles stuttered, blushing hard as she went to snatch the baby away while her sister continued smirking at her.
Butch whistled from the kitchen, very messy kitchen. "Yo! Love what's going on in this house of yours, Boom," he said, "Very organized, indeed."
"Oh, shut up Butch," Bommer muttered, rolling his eyes, "It can't be worse than your dorm room."
"Yeah, whatever, Bro," Butch shrugged off, "Try rolling your pretty blue eyes out of this mess all you want but it's still gonna have your name scribbled all over it as long as this house stays yours."
Boomer rolled his eyes again. It was almost unbelievable how his idiotic brother was spewing such sense out of his mouth. Considering all his high school "achievements", the words "Butch" and "exam" and "good grades" in the same sentence was a miracle in itself.
College does wonders to your brain.
"Admit it, little bro," said Butch as he smirked, "Your little girl's gonna have you wrapped around her finger."
Boomer flicked a small electric ball at his brother.
"OW!" Butch yelped, "You don't just go electrocuting people in the face!" Buttercup laughed.
"We'll see who's talking when someone shoves a baby into your arms to take care of," Boomer retorted, "Besides," he continued, attempting to act cool and unbothered, "Parenthood is a breeze."
Buttercup snorted as she pointed, "Your wife's saying otherwise, as is the state of your wonderful house. Smells amazing in here." Butch picked up an open garbage bag spilling with old diapers.
"Someone forgot to take out the garbage," he snickered as he dropped it back down on the ground. The smirk quickly left his face though as he scrunched up his nose in disgust at the smell the stinky diapers emitted.
"Man," he moaned, "Someone better take that out or in ten minutes, give or take, the hospital staff is gonna have another dead person to deal with."
Buttercup whacked him on the head.
"Then go take it out and make yourself useful for once!" she snapped.
"Excuse me? You expect ME to go out and take a bunch of smelly diapers to the garbage?" Butch asked incredulously.
"If it's your niece's smelly diapers, then yes, I do!" said Buttercup, pushing her counterpart to the door as she pinched the diaper bag off the floor and shoved it at him.
"But Babe!" Butch whined as Buttercup thrusted it at him, "Ew! I'm gonna die on the way!"
"Then die, you moron!" Buttercup snapped, "And don't call me babe!"
The Puff pushed the Ruff out the door before he could say anything else. "Wha-Hey!" Butch started. "Scram with the diapers!" Buttercup interrupted before slamming the door in his face.
Boomer stared...before breaking out into a grin as he walked into the kitchen.
"Who-hoaa, you've mastered it down with a way to deal with him!" he whistled.
Buttercup shrugged. "If you wanna live long enough to enjoy life, you learn to tame the wild ones," she answered, "And boy does he make it ever so easy."
"True," Boomer said simply, before opening the fridge door and tossing the Puff a can of cola, "Gold stars for sarcasm."
Buttercup blinked at her "gold stars" before shrugging and shaking the can. "Thanks?" she muttered before twisting open the top and chugging it down.
Bubbles emerged from one of the rooms with Bella in one hand and a small towel in the other. "God, she's finally stopped crying!" she breathed as she handed off her daughter to her aunt.
Buttercup accepted the baby and gently took her into her arms.
"I'll be gentle now but when she gets a little older, she's inheriting the kickass fighting moves of her aunt. I'm gonna teach her to be spunky. She ain't taking after her parents in the fighting arena, all wimpy and full of hesitation-"
"Hey! We fight manly!" Boomer interrupted indignantly. Bubbles giggled. "Well, you don't," she laughed.
"Anyway, Bell's ain't gonna play copycat in that area. Not under my watch," Buttercup huffed, peering down at her niece's innocent face, "I'm gonna train her to be one of those people who's kickass in the inside but disguised with a cute face out. She'll be fooling everyone."
"You might have to repeat that all when she can actually understand what you're saying," said Bubbles
"I don't care, she just better take after her aunt in battles," said Buttercup, kissing the baby's forehead.
Bubbles smiled. Her sister was acting so affectionately towards her daughter. She only imagined what it'd be like when the green Puff got a baby of her own.
Bubbles brushed some hair away from her daughter's sleeping face, and then tucked a jet black lock of her sister's hair behind her ear.
"I just love you both so much," she sighed.
Buttercup smirked. "You think I don't know?"
Suddenly there was banging on the front door as the sound of Butch yelling on the other side echoed in the house.
"I'm done with diaper business OPEN UP!" they all hard the Ruff yell.
"Yeesh, what's up with him?" said Bubbles as she went to open the door for him.
Butch burst in. "Buttercup I hate you!" he yelled first thing. "Don't I know it," Buttercup answered with a roll of her eyes.
"If I thought diapers were smelly, the garbage is literal barf!" Butch gagged, "I merely opened the horrid lid to throw the diapers away when all the smell and flies from who-knows-how-long that has been bottled up there for weeks probably comes right at my face and I think I DID barf!"
Bubbles giggled.
"What the hell is up with your place?!" Butch asked.
"No one invited you," Buttercup cut to the point, "You brought your own stupid self along."
"Well, then, you can leave if things start bothering you too much," said Boomer, looking pretty smug, "In what? Only the first fifteen minutes? Guess Big ol' Butch ain't much of the man I thought. If he can't tolerate diapers for more than two minutes...well, guess that spells out a lot about his sorry future."
"What- How dare y- You are SO taking that all back!" Butch cried.
Boomer grinned, "Make me."
"AAAGGHH!" Butch shouted.
"Butch, shh!" Bubbles shushed as Buttercup punched his shoulder with one arm while managing Bella with the other. "Shut UP, Stupid! You're gonna wake up your niece!" she hissed.
"And our house is a 'no fighting' zone," Boomer smirked as Butch clenched his fists, "So keep your mitts to yourself."
"For the sake of the baby," Bubbles whispered to Buttercup, "But also secretly because Boomer spent half his entire life savings on this house."
Buttercup smirked. "So that's it. Boom just wants to make his spendings worthwhile and keep it going for as long as possible."
Bubbles nodded, "But don't tell him I told you that. He doesn't want anybody to know his other motive."
Buttercup laughed.
"You mean, his ulterior motive," she corrected, "The guy bought the house way before the baby, remember?" she snickered.
"Oh, hush. Just keep it to yourself," said Bubbles.
"Who you calling baby, Boom," Butch was retorting, "I recall you being the big baby when you couldn't even muster up enough courage to go speak to Blondie back in school."
"H-hey! At least I got along with her better than you had with Buttercup!" Boomer cried.
"Yet you were fine with slobbering at the sight of her from afar," Butch added.
"Um, ex-cuse me," Boomer cut sharply, "That was you. First you tailed around Blossom everywhere before focusing your attention to Buttercup!"
"Yeah," Butch sighed dreamily, "That one miraculous day Butters came in wearing a dress..."
Buttercup colored and whacked him on the head as she scowled at him.
"Shut. UP, you dimwit!" she cried, "Get your brain back here!"
"Ahhhh," Butch continued to sigh, "Those glorious legs that were on display that day..."
"Shut up your goddamn mouth before I break all your teeth out," Buttercup hissed threateningly as she blushed harder.
"Break all my teeth out..." Butch murmured, clearly still floating around cloud nine.
Buttercup punched him on the face close to his chin near his mouth.
"YE-OWCH!" Butch yelped, looking like he'd been pulled back to Earth, "Oye, I didn't mean literally!"
Buttercup only shrugged nonchalantly.
"You asked for it," she answered casually as Butch held his throbbing mouth in his hands and glared.
"Alright, everyone," Bubbles interrupted, nervously looking around between them, "How's about lunch?"
Buttercup instantly sprung up.
"You better've made my steak," she suddenly warned as she made her way to the kitchen.
"UH!" Boomer suddenly cried as he spread his arms out in attempt to block her.
"What. The hell. Are you doing?" she asked irritably as the blonde continued blocking her, "The hell, Boom? Get outta my way!"
"Um...heh heh...see, your steak," he started feebly.
"Boomer CUT IT OUT!" Buttercup finally yelled as she roughly shoved the ruff away.
"No wait! Don't!" he cried as Buttercup firmly grasped the fridge door, "Ohh noo," he groaned, "I'm outta here."
"Where. Is the FOOD!?" the green puff demanded, opening the refrigerator, "And where the hell IS MY STEAK?"
Bubbles smiled sheepishly as Buttercup stomped over and grasped the blonde ruff by the back of his shirt collar as she dragged him back to the kitchen in front of the fridge.
"Where is our lunch?" she demanded, shaking the boy.
"We, err...forgot to, um...I forgot to make it?" Bommer squeaked meekly.
Buttercup glared at him and shook him further by the collar. "What, the HELL, is wrong with your BRAIN?" she yelled.
"AAaAHaghAHghaGH!" Boomer gagged as the crazy woman shook him with every word.
"Buttercup, let him breathe!" Bubbles scolded.
Buttercup did not.
"I'd rather he suffocate," she muttered as she continued to gag him.
"You wouldn't want Bella to grow up without a daddy and hate you forever for killing him, would you?" Bubbles said sternly.
Butch sniggered, "The story of the kickass aunt who murdered her own niece's father," he snickered, "How kickass of her."
Buttercup huffed and let Boomer go, who immediately sucked in breath as if he's never breathed before.
"For Bella," the puff muttered, "And only for Bella. Remember that, Sucker."
"I love my girl so much!" Boomer breathed, "Already a superhero at a month old!"
Bubbles laughed as she kissed the top of her sleeping baby's head. "The baby who saved her father at thirty-two days old by stopping her short-tempered psycho aunt from suffocating him over steak," she elaborated.
"What a tale," Butch smirked.
"Shut up," said Buttercup.
"Can't, Babe," Butch retaliated, his smirk growing at his counterpart's frustration.
"How ironic –it's the stupid one speaking," Buttercup muttered, "Sucks life in high school and then suddenly acquires a massive brain ti hit college with."
Butch grinned. "I know, right? Ain't I just the best?"
"Ugh," Buttercup groaned.
"O-kay, we really need to eat," said Bubbles, "I say we turn this food fiasco into something else!"
"Like what?" Buttercup asked sarcastically.
"Like a family cook-out!"
"Uhhh, we-re at home?" Buttercup pointed out obviously.
"No, silly!" Bubbles giggled, "Just something like us making lunch together as a family! We all help make lunch!"
"Oooh, nice thinking, Bubs," said Butch, "I'm in the mood for some BC-style gourmet food."
"I ain't making gourmet food," Buttercup snapped, "'Specially not for you. Go feed your own stupid self!"
"Come on, guys," Boomer interrupted, "Quit fighting and let's get to it!"
"Says the one who prepared next to nothing for his guests," Buttercup muttered.
Boomer blushed. "I forgot, okay?" he cried, "Sue me! I'm human!"
"Let's just get to work, hmm?" Bubbles interrupted, plopping her daughter in Butch's arm before pushing her sister into the kitchen, "Take care of that, will you?"
"Wha..." Butch trailed, surprised at the sudden gesture.
"Well, it's about time you held your niece," Bubbles smiled.
Butch looked down at his lap at the adorable baby and stared at her sleeping face.
"Wow," he breathed, "She's amazing."
Boomer laughed. "She's sleeping," he chuckled.
Butch looked like a star-struck child with wide eyes taking in an amazing thing for the first time in its life.
Boomer got up. "Just don't drop her," he told him, before disappearing into what Butch assumed was the bathroom.
"What?" Butch asked, mildly offended his own brother would even think he'd do such a thing, "I would never dr-WHOA!"
Butch, in fact, did almost drop her.
Bubbles poked her head out from behind the island counter in the kitchen. "You alright, Butch?" she asked, 'Didn't just drop Bella, right? Your squawk sounded concerning."
Butch flushed.
"N-No! Of course not! Why would I drop her?" he stuttered, trying to regain composure.
"Well, it is your first time ever holding a baby, right?"
"Well, err, yeah..."
"Well, there's a first time for everything!" Bubbles beamed cheerfully before ducking back down looking for whatever it was she'd been looking for before she'd spoken to the ruff.
Butch sighed, looking back down at Bella.
"A baby..." he breathed.
The four adults sat down at the table in front of steaming fresh food, all prepared not less than three hours ago.
"Wo-HO!" Butch drawled, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, "This looks good!"
He eagerly grabbed a fork and was about to stab it into a roast chicken when Buttercup grabbed another fork and stabbed it onto his hand.
Butch yelped back in pain.
"OW! What the hell?" he cried, "What is WRONG with you?!"
Buttercup stared him down.
"When Bubbles said FAMILY cook-out she didn't mean only me and her," the puff answered, "You were ALL supposed to pitch in with making the food."
"I did help?!" Butch cried, "I filled the water jug and set down the salt and pepper on the table!"
"Then I guess that's all you'll be having then for lunch," Buttercup answered casually, pulling a paper plate and sprinkling it heavily into two piles of salt and pepper. She set it in front of her counterpart and gave him a glass of water.
"There. Enjoy," said Buttercup.
Boomer cackled with laughter.
"Oh God!" he chortled, "Is that the funniest thing I've ever witnessed or WHAT!"
Butch glared at them all and scowled at his plate.
Meanwhile, Bubbles grabbed another one and filled it with servings of food before laughing and pushed it to Butch.
"Don't mind her, Butch," she giggled, "You know how she is."
"All too well," Butch grumbled, giving his smug counterpart the stink-eye as he reached out to take the plate.
Buttercup smirked.
It was soon time for the Greens to leave and Butch continued to stare longingly at his niece. Bella was awake and happy, having had a long nap and had been well-fed.
Now she lay in her father's arms as her mother and aunt hugged.
"It was really nice having you over," Bubbles smiled.
"It was nice being able to come over," Buttercup responded, "What especially with the pighead accompanying me."
"Hey!" Butch cried indignantly, "The pighead wanted to see his old bro and new niece!"
Boomer laughed, "Don't we know it. Not only am I already wrapped, but Bella's gonna have her superb Uncle Butch stuck around her finger as well!"
Butch colored, but didn't protest, and Boomer smirked.
'You know it's true, Uncle Butch," said the blonde.
Butch rolled his eyes, "Don't rub it in," he muttered, "Now gimme her!"
The Ruff held out his hands expectantly and Boomer laughed as he gently placed his daughter in to his brother's arms.
"You're gonna be something," said Butch, tapping the baby's nose He grinned when Bella blinked at his touch.
"It's my turn now, Butch!" Buttercup cried, "Hand her over!"
Butch rolled his eyes again but gave his counterpart the litle girl anyway.
"Ohhhh," Buttercup cooed as she snuggled her niece like a teddy bear.
The baby didn't even blink an eye at the sudden pressure of her aunt's tight hug.
"Some tough stuff she's made of," Butch chuckled as he watched his counterpart hug the girl, "She doesn't even look the least bit uncomfortable as her squeezes the little life out of her."
Buttercup shot the ruff a dirty look at the subtle stab he sent her way and gave Bella Bella one last kiss before handing her back off to her parents.
She smacked her counterpart's head as he sent her a look that asked what the hell that was for.
"Get moving, loser," the Puff told him before turning back to her sister and brother-in-law, "See you guys in three weeks! Love you!"
Bubbles waved and Boomer sported a huge grin,
"Wait," the ruff suddenly spoke, "Hold up. Three weeks?"
Buttercup flashed a strange look as she snorted.
'Uh, duh? Family dinner?" she answered obviously.
"Huh?"
"Ugh. We went over this, Boom."
"We didn't...?"
You were in the bathroom," Bubbles kindly informed him.
"Oh," Boomer muttered, before wailing out, "But WHYY?"
Bella smiled wide.
"Aww, doesn't Bella just look the cutest right now?" Buttercup smiled as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture, "My new screensaver."
"Aw, but I liked your old one!" Butch whined as he pouted.
Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, only cause you somehow got your hands on my phone and plastered your dumb face on it," she retorted.
Butch pouted further as he muttered to himself.
'Your no fun," he grumbled.
"Tch, just get a move on already. Don't you have finals to practice for?" Buttercup said instead, pushing him out, 'Bye, guys!"
"Fly safe!" said Bubbles.
'But Babe!" Butch was whining, "So do you! You've got finals as well; Why're ou always pinning these things on me?"
"Yo Bro!" Boomer called, "No manly hugs or well-wishes?"
Butch grinned as he turned back to his brother.
"I'll wish you well, alright. Let's all pray to god you acquire a smarter brain next time we come around!"
"What the- That's not what I meant!" cried Boomer.
"Later!" Butch cackled as he gave his customary two-finger salute before flying off.
Buttercup shot off right after him. "You don't think you're forgetting someone, IDIOT?!" she yelled as she took off.
Bubbles laughed as she closed the front door. "Those two will never change," she giggled.
"Even though Butch says annoyingly sensible things now sometimes, "Boomer grumbled, before smiling tenderly, "I don't think I even want them to."
"Me, too," Bubbles agreed, "I love our family the way they are."
And as Bella laughed and smiled along, Boomer agreed as well.
I know this chapter hardly even mentions the Reds but I thought some family interactions and baby moments would be adorable here. Thank you to everyone who's liked this and reviewed because those were honestly what pushed me forward and let me know this was a piece worth working on.
I promise the next chapter will finally have some point of views from one of our two favorite redheads. I'll leave guessing which one up to you! Love you all!