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"Bloss, you've been really sad for like ever! I hate seeing you sad," Bubbles said softly, her small lips curved downward in a frown.
I was not sad. I was perfectly fine, if you asked me.
I mean, a week ago I had this really big fight with Brick, but we weren't even fighting half the time. If Isabelle didn't walk in on us, we totally would've gone all the way. It was an amazing make-out session, but we said some pretty horrible things to each other. I pretty much told Brick that I never had any feelings for him and it was all a game to me. But, it wasn't a game. And I really cared about him, but I couldn't swallow my pride and tell him. I was scared that he'd reject me. The way he looked at me that day... It was like pure hatred. I gave him plenty of reason to hate me, but none of those were real. That day, I didn't mean a word I said to him.
"I'm fine, Bubbles," I replied, pushing away my thoughts, "What are you talking about?"
"She's right you know," Buttercup interjected, "You've been moping for almost a week. What happened?"
I swallowed, "Nothing," I put on a fake smile, "It's probably just the stupid hormones," I added.
"Mmm hmm," Buttercup nodded disbelievingly.
"I guess you don't have to tell us," Bubbles murmured.
I laughed, "You guys are overreacting! There is nothing wrong with me. I'm fine!" Well, that was a big fat lie. But they didn't need to know. I wasn't going to bog down my sisters with all the problems in my personal life.
"If you say so..." Bubbles finally conceded. "You can tell us anything, you know that?"
"I know," I genuinely smiled at my sisters, "I love you two," I engulfed them in a big hug.
I did love them. And it was nice to know that they loved me back. It was nice to know that at least some people didn't hate me...
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Two weeks since I had last said anything to Brick in my office and I had come to the conclusion that I didn't have feelings for him. It just attraction and I had fooled myself into thinking I had genuine feelings for the guy. I mean, come on. Brick was a pig and a jerk and an idiotic lawyer. How would we have ever worked out?
I guess my pregnancy hormones had left me lusting for a guy and, who better than my baby-daddy? I was clearly enthralled by the idea of having something I could never have, like Brick, and that's probably what drove me after him.
Forget his charm, or looks, or smirk. I didn't like him and it was silly of me to think I did. Just because Bubbles and Boomer and Buttercup and Butch were perfect for each other didn't mean Brick and I would ever be. Plus, we didn't even-
My thoughts were interrupted my pager buzzing. Looks like my new patient was here! I grabbed the file off my desk and gave it a quick once-over before buzzing Isabelle to let him in.
Isabelle walked in with a short, stocky almost ape-looking man behind her. She asked him to take a seat and I took a better look at the man. He was in his fifties, but not a single hair of his was gray. He had sideburns, a head full of black hair and I bet if he wasn't wearing that classy business suit, he'd be showing some pretty hair arms.
I glanced up from his file to him and with a smile, started, "Good morning, Mr. Jojo," I greeted him. I wondered, was he related to Brick, Boomer and Butch?
"Please, call me Mojo. Or Moe. Most people call me Moe. Except my children. They call me father. But everyone else calls me Moe. It would be most peculiar if people who were not my children called my father. Because I am not their father because I am only the father of my three sons who call me Father," Mr. Jojo- I mean, Moe replied.
"Oh," I said weakly, "Nice to know," I nodded. I continued, "So you're here because you have to get your gallbladder removed, right?" I asked. I knew he was because that's what his file said, but I wanted to make sure he was aware of the procedure first.
"Yes," he responded. I wasn't sure if he was done, so I didn't continue. He didn't either.
"Alright," I nodded, "You've got cholelithiasis, which is fancy medical lingo for gallstones."
"Yes, I am aware of the presence of stones in my gallbladder," Moe replied.
"Great," I smiled. Okay, I had to know, "You said you had children... Three sons. Could you tell me a little about them?"
"I do not see how this is related to my gallstones, but you are the doctor so you must know best because you are a medical professional who knows much about gallstones and children. You are correct- I do have three sons. They are all the same age because they are triplets and they were born on the same day. Brick is the oldest of my three children and he is a lawyer and he owns his own law firm that he conducts lawsuits and other lawyer things at. My middle child is Butch who has a business chain of gyms where he helps people get in shape because they are at his gym and they come to get in shape. My youngest child is Boomer who is a public school teacher who teaches the English language to secondary-education students who want an education. I am most proud of my children because they are my children and have made me proud," Moe finally finished.
"Uh huh," I squeaked. I was talking to Brick's father... The grandfather of my baby. Oh god, this guy was the grandfather of my baby! My child was inheriting genes from this guy!
"Tell me, doctor. This terrible malady that is in my gallbladder won't be passed down to my children, will it?" he inquired.
"Oh, no!" I replied with a gentle smile, "Fortunately, gallstones aren't hereditary, but-" Just then, my pager went off. I quickly glanced down at it and bit my lip. I looked back up at Moe, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Moe," I started. What? I probably needed to be on good terms with my kid's grandfather, "But I've got to run. I'll have a nurse come in here to check some information and before you leave, be sure to schedule your surgery date with Isabelle," I told him as I left.
"Goodbye, Doctor Utonium! It was also a pleasure meeting you as well!" he replied.
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"Okay, what's the issue, Ace? They called out a Code Gray," I stepped into Ace Greene's Post-Operation hospital room. I raised an eyebrow at seeing him, his arms crossed behind his head full of greasy black hair, his feet resting on the rail of his hospital bed, a grin on his slimy-looking face. Ugh, what did Buttercup ever see in this guy?
"Nothin' much," he shrugged, "It's been a while, Blossy."
I gave him a hard stare, "Right now, I'm your doctor, so you can call me Dr. Utonium," I started, "And second- you got into a fight with the orderlies so we could catch up?"
Ace shrugged again, "Just wanted to see what's new with you and your sisters. How's Butters?" he grinned.
Oh, that's what this is about. "She's doing pretty great," I replied, then added, "Since she changed her relationship status on Facebook to 'In a Relationship', that is," I finished with a smirk.
Ace frowned at this, "Little Butters went off to get herself a boyfriend?"
"Yup," I popped the P as I turned around, leaving his room.
"Wait, Doc," Ace called out to me. He might be incredibly annoying, but he was my patient first. I stopped. "What, Ace?"
"I think there's something wrong with my catheter," he grinned. I groaned.
I rubbed my temples, "Okay, I'll get-"
"I WANT MY OWN ROOM!" a truculent man demanded as he was rolled into Ace's room
"I'm sorry, sir, we're just low on empty rooms right now," the nurse who carted him in said apologetically.
"Okay... So get me my own room!"
"Mr. Jojo, we can't," the nurse replied simply as she locked the bed's wheels in place and left, Butch's nasty look causing her to mutter to herself.
Butch Jojo was in a motorcycle accident last night and he had some nasty injuries. He was sent to Townsville General, and I, the lucky attending ER physician, got to sew up his wounds. I had finished a while ago and the anethesia had probably just worn out. He didn't have anything too serious, just a concussion and a few bruises.
"Hey, it's Blossom," Butch smirked as he saw me in his room, "What's up?"
"So you're on a first name basis with this bozo, but not me?" Ace asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, actually, Butch, I'm your doctor right now. So, it's Dr. Utonium until you're discharged from here," I told him gently. He shrugged. "I haven't called Buttercup yet since she's usually not up until about now, so-"
"Gotcha," Butch nodded as he reached over for his phone on the table beside him.
"Wait, wait, wait. Back up. Buttercup?" Ace exclaimed. "Don't tell me this clown's dating her."
Butch slammed his phone down and pulled the curtain that was separating the two aside, "What did you call me? And how do you know Buttercup?"
Ace smirked, "Oh, we just slept with each other for about two years."
Butch glowered, "What did you say?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
Ace grinned, "I said-"
"Okay, you two- Break it up," I ordered, "You're not fighting in my hospital," I told them before leaving. As I stepped out of their room, I couldn't help but think that they were the absolute worst people to have to share a room. "Keep an eye on the two men in 318," I warned one of the ladies at the nurses' station.
I pulled out my phone and typed a quick text to Buttercup before shoving it back into the large pocket of my whitecoat.
New Text Message (sent at 8:02 AM)
Butch was in a little wreck last night, but I checked up on him and he was just fine. He's here at Towns Gen, but I seriously wouldn't advise coming to visit him. He's sharing a room with someone you probably don't want to see again.
Love you!
I had been working all night and I hadn't eaten anything since dinner, so I stepped into the elevator and headed up to my office to grab my things before getting breakfast. My shift was over so I'd probably just stop by Dunkin Donuts on the way home. As I walked onto my floor, I looked for Moe since he'd most likely want to see his son.
"Is Mr. Jojo still here?" I asked Isabelle.
"Which one?" she asked. "The lawyer, your ER patient or your surgery patient?"
I tightened at the mention of Brick. "The surgery one," I answered, exasperated.
She sensed my impatience and shook her head, "Nope. He made an appointment and left just a few minutes ago. Do you want me to call him?"
"No, it's alright," I shook it off as I walked down to my office.
There, I tidied up my desk, grabbed my big slouchy pink-patterned hobo bag and headed downstairs. In the lobby, I pulled out my keys as was about to leave the hospital until I saw a familiar redhead.
"Brick," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, at seeing him. He must've heard me because he whipped around around scanned the area for the source of the noise.
He spotted me and his eyes narrowed immediately, "What do you want, Utonium?" he spat.
I frowned, "Nothing, Jojo," I replied coolly, "I just didn't expect to see you in a hospital. I thought you hated those," I sneered.
"I do." He scoffed, "My idiot brother got into a wreck last night and I heard he was taken here."
I softened at the realization that Brick was here to see his brother. Maybe he did have a heart in there somewhere. "He's going to be just fine. He's got a minor concussion and a few scrapes, but he'll be out of here before you know it," I told Brick with a smile. "Oh, he's in room 318, by the way," I added before walking away.
Before I could leave, though, Brick grabbed my hand, sending electricity pulsing through my veins. I felt my breath get caught in my throat at the touch of his skin. I stopped in my tracks and spun around.
"Thanks," he said genuinely. His smile made my heart melt.
"N-No problem," I replied, trying to fight the blush that was crawling up my neck. "...Um, can I have my hand back, please?"
If I wasn't mistaken, a little bit of red even found its way to his cheeks, "Sorry," he muttered, letting go of my hand.
"It's alright," I reassured him, "I guess I'll see you around...?" I asked more of a question than I said as a statement.
"Yeah," he nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching dangerously into a smile.
And with that, we both parted our separate ways, my heart fluttering at the near-civil conversation we just had.
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A week since I had bumped into Brick in the hospital lobby and my monthly appointment with Sara was due. My pregnancy symptoms hadn't really changed much, but I had noticed a little more of a weight gain. In my fourth month, I was probably supposed to start showing, but thankfully- I wasn't yet. I was watching what I was eating and exercising in order to push off showing. I wasn't starving myself or doing anything that could hurt my baby, but I was taking a few extra steps to curb the weight gain.
I was called in by a nurse and I stepped into Sara's expansive office, "Hey, Sara!" I greeted her as I sat down in one of her cushioned chairs.
"Hello, Blossom," Sara sent me a warm smile, "How are things?"
"Things are going pretty well," I shrugged.
"Great," Sara nodded, jotting a few notes in my file, "You're pretty young, so we don't have to an amniocentesis at this point since the risks are minimal. Do you have any questions before we start the ultrasound?"
"Hmm..." I racked my brain for questions, "Oh! Is there a certain way I should be sleeping, because I was reading somewhere..."
"Yes," Sara answered, "It's better if you sleep on your left side because it'll maximize circulation. Anything else?" she asked gently. I shook my head. "Alright, let's get a look at your baby!"
She ran the ultrasound and even gave me a copy of it. My little baby was almost 4 and half inches long! It was even sucking its tiny little thumb. I couldn't help but grin at it's adorable-ness.
After the ultrasound, Sara looked a little upset. I wasn't sure if it was a cause for concern, so I asked her, "Is everything alright?"
"Oh, of course!" Sara exclaimed, "You are coming along just fine!"
"...Then what's wrong?" I sensed there was something she wasn't telling me.
She fidgeted a little, playing with her thumbs before finally looking up at me, "Blossom... I-You-It-" she looked for the right words, "You really remind me of myself when I was younger. You're intelligent, hard-working, driven..." she started.
I smiled, "Thanks, Sara. It means a lot." I was touched that I reminded her of a younger version of herself.
"I know this none of my business and extremely out of my place to say..." she started nervously, "I only say this because I care about you. Blossom, you should be on good terms with the father. No child should ever have feel abandoned by one of their parents."
I-I had no idea how to respond. Her words struck a chord in me, but there was no way I could ever tell Brick, "I can't," I replied, frustrated.
"Just think about it," Sara said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder, "You've got time. I just don't want your child to end up resenting you," she whispered.
"I'll think about it," I said finally. I gave her a little smile before grabbing the printout of my ultrasound and exiting. I should've stayed a little bit longer to hear what else Sara had to say.
"The biggest mistake I ever made was leaving my babies," she murmured, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She took a tissue and sniffled, gently wiping away the tears, "They must hate me so much..."
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I didn't know how I felt about Brick. I had convinced myself that I didn't like him and I was almost starting to hate him again until we actually had a civil conversation a week ago. After that, all those fluttering feelings came back and I started to fall for him again. As much as my mind told me it was the wrong thing to do, my heart wouldn't listen.
Either way, he wouldn't ever know the baby's his. He couldn't. But... Was it selfish of my to deny my child a father for my own pride? No! Brick was a hedonist. He wouldn't want any sort of responsibility, especially not a child. He'd turn it away. And my baby wouldn't only be abandoned, it'd be rejected too.
But Sara was right. I had to at least consider it while I had the time. I swallowed as I pulled out my keys and entered my office.
I was expecting a dark, empty room with a pile of files to sign, but instead I found a sobbing Bubbles spluttering on my desk. My eyes widened.
"Bubbles!" I exclaimed, "What happened?" I started to assume the worst.
At my voice, she looked up and I could tell by her eyes that she had been crying for a while. I softened. She sniffled and her tears stopped for a moment, but they soon started again. I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around my little sister.
"Boomer...Flowers...Princess...Cheated..." she choked out in between sobs.
"Oh my gosh," I whispered, running my hands through her hair soothingly, "Shhh," I murmured in an attempt to stop her tears.
She sniveled, "Blossom, it was awful!" she croaked, "Boomer's been cheating on me this whole time!"
"Shh," I rubbed circles in her back to calm her down. Finally, her shoulders gave out and she rested her weight on me, "Bubbles, let's go home. Come on."
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It's been a whole week since Bubbles broke up with Boomer. She's been taking it really hard and it's had a ripple effect on Buttercup and I too. Butch's been out of the hospital for a while now, but Buttercup won't let him come to our place because his brother tore Bubbles's heart to pieces.
From my understanding, Butch and Buttercup are doing pretty good. She hasn't mentioned anything about Ace, so I'm not sure if he ever did go after her again.
Bubbles, on the other hand, has been a complete mess. She's told me bits and pieces of the story and from I've gathered, she walked in on Princess and Boomer in Boomer's classroom afterschool. I really hope it was all a big misunderstanding, because I'm positive Boomer and Bubbles are soulmates. They're perfect for each other.
Buttercup even suggested that Bubbles tell the whole thing to Mom who, also the head of the Townsville City Schools, could fire Boomer. But Bubbles is too sweet for that. Even still, we've stayed up every night with her and gorged on ice cream while watching sappy romances.
So to sum it up, Buttercup's love life's going great, Bubbles just got her heart broken and me... Well, I have no idea what's going on with me.
On one hand, I'm really trying to hate Brick, but on the other- every single time I've seen him, butterflies have flown into my stomach and I've felt this undeniable tugging in my heart. I just didn't know how I felt towards him and it was killing me. The spontaneous part of me wanted to be audacious and jump him the next time I see him but the logical side knew that if I confessed my feelings to him, he'd outright turn me down.
But I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see him. I had to know how I felt about Brick Jojo.
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I parked my pink Prius in the parking garage of Townsville Office Park and tossed my whitecoat in the backseat. I quickly grabbed my purse and keys and left the car, entering the office buildings. I checked the directory for Brick Jojo's office and at finding it, I took the elevator to the fourth floor. I stepped into the ladies' bathroom to check my appearance before I approached Brick.
I fluffed my auburn hair out a little, fixing a random strand that was sticking up. I checked my pink eyeshadow and my black eyeliner and mascara- those all looked good. I pulled out my lipgloss and brushed the wand on my plump lips, applying a fresh coat of sparkling coral to them. After tossing my lipgloss back into my bag, I stepped back to look at my full-length reflection. I adjusted my salmon silk blouse with puffed short sleeves, a sash that tied at the waist and a deep V-neck, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. I fixed the straps on my pink push-up bra, brushed some lint off my black pin-stripe trousers and squished my feet around my rose peep-toe pumps.
I looked pretty good, if I could say so myself. There is no way Brick could say no to me now. I couldn't believe I had dressed up like this for a guy (it was kinda demeaning for an independent, feminist like myself), but I felt it was necessary to catch his attention, to see how he felt.
I had to know.
I grabbed my bag off the bathroom counter and stepped into the lobby of Brick's office. The secretary told me to go right in, so I did. Wanting to maintain the element of surprise, I opened the door of his office quietly as I stepped in. Brick was hunched over some paperwork on his desk, looking intently at the words on the paper. I took this moment to catch him off-guard.
"Hello, Brick Jojo."
His head snapped up at the sound of my voice and his eyes widened, then narrowed.
The ball was in my court and I counted the options I had before me.
"You miss me?" I asked, my lips curling into a smile.
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