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Author's Note: Okay, I just want to start by saying THANKS SO MUCH! I got so many nice reviews! Tee hee, thanks for reading and reviewing and enjoying and faving and all that good stuff, y'all! Thank you and I'm so glad you like the fic! Sorry for taking a little extra time with this update. I've just been super busy lately! Aah! D: But this is super long (like twice my average), so hopefully that makes up for it.

There will be a little POV Shifting towards the end. Just saying.

And thanks for the Buttercup/Butch idea, amythist7. I 'preciate it!

I'm still working on names and trying to pick out the ones I like, so the poll for that might not come out until later. If you still have ideas, send them in!

So, at the longest update I've ever written at 10,000-something words... With no further ado!...

Enjoy! :D

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(Blossom's POV)

"R-Really?" I had to stop to make sure I wasn't dreaming... (No, I never dreamed about Brick!) "You do?" I asked, still breathless.

"Yeah," Brick smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of me flustered. "If you like me a lot..." he started, a little bit of hesitation in his voice, "Why don't you have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Brick Jojo?" I brought my nose to his so that our lips were barely grazing. Before, I was sitting on his desk, facing him, but gradually I had moved closer to the man in front of me. Now, I was seated comfortably in his lap, my legs propped up on the right armrest of his chair, my arms wrapped gingerly around his neck.

Brick grinned, "I guess I am," he replied, catching my lips with his own. His arms grazed lower, until one was at my waist, the other at my hips. And then, at the most inopportune time possible, I felt a tug in my abdomen. That was one of the babies! "...What was that?" Brick asked, curious. He just felt our baby! What was I supposed to tell him?

"Muscle spasm. I've had a few weird ones lately," I replied, trying my hardest to be nonchalant.

"Okay..." Brick replied unsurely, the smirk returning to his lips.

I smiled as I pulled back, my arms still looped around his neck, "What are we, Brick?" I asked seriously.

He shrugged, "We've been beating around the bush for months, Blossom. Do you really want to use labels now?"

I swallowed. I needed labels. I needed a sense of stability. Maybe not for me, but for my babies, "Yes, I do. Problem?" I raised an eyebrow.

Brick closed his eyes in thought, then flashed them open again. I could see the hint of playfulness spark in his crimson orb as he asked, "Blossom Utonium, do you want to go out with me?"

I flushed. He was asking me out! He wanted me to be his girlfriend! "You want me to be your girlfriend?" I reiterated, incredulous. He smirked in affirmation. "Alright. I think I'd like that," I whispered huskily.

"Me too," Brick replied before pulling me in for another warm kiss.

...

It had been a week since my lovely dinner date with Brick Jojo and we were official. I hadn't told anyone about us, but it was really nice having a boyfriend. Brick didn't know about the twins yet, but I didn't want to tell him. I knew it was awful of me to withhold such information from him, but I couldn't face the fact that he might leave me. I couldn't give up this happiness. At least, not yet.

I took a long look at myself in the mirror. My hair had grown out past my shoulders and my complexion was clear and aglow. My eyes were almost a shade of rose and my coral lips were curled in a smile. I was wearing a long, pink floral sleeveless nightgown with a lace neckline and hem. I had definitely gained some weight and it had spread out quite evenly, though most of it collected in my breasts. Oh yeah, I'd gained two cup sizes in the past few months. A swell on my belly was more and more evident, but I was taking conscious steps on hiding it. My lower back and feet were sore all the time, but it wasn't anything I couldn't deal with.

I knew there wasn't much point in hiding my pregnancy any longer considering that in a few weeks, everyone would know, but... I just needed time. I just needed to-

"BLOSSOM!" I heard my sister Bubbles yell, interrupting my from my thoughts. I took one last look in the full-length mirror in front of me before leaving the my room to find Bubbles. As I stepped out of my room, I saw that she was in the den, holding up a magazine, her lip quivering. I felt an instant pang of guilt at seeing her and Buttercup, who was standing beside her unhappy as well, with that magazine in her arms.

"What is this?" Bubbles asked softly, her voice shaky.

"It's..." I started, unable to find words. "It's..."

"Wrong!" Buttercup snapped. "It's a housing catalogue. I think the better question is, why is there a mansion here circled in red pen?"

It was true. I was looking into buying a house. Growing up in the crime-ridden downtown of Townsville wouldn't be right for my children. I needed to find a warm, nurturing place to live and raise my little girl and boy in. There was an affluent suburb a few miles out of town with a large house on foreclosure. Not only was it dirt cheap, but it was a great place and it was still in commutable distance to work.

"I'm moving," I replied simply. "I can't raise my kids here," I added softly.

"But what about us?" Bubbles cried, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm not leaving you guys! We're still going to be sisters. I just need to find a place where I can have a family!" I defended myself.

"We're your family too, you know," Buttercup replied, poignant.

"I know," I whispered. "I'll miss you girls."

"How will we afford this place on our own?" Bubbles asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'll help," I shrugged. It wouldn't be a major cost. I made plenty of money.

"I think what Bubbles is trying to say is..." Buttercup started, her lip twitching into a smile. "Won't that big old house be lonely?"

"What...?" I asked. I wasn't getting whatever they were trying to imply.

"Omigosh!" Bubbles exclaimed. "Buttercup is SO right! We should totally move in with you! We can help take care of little Jimmy and Samantha!"

I couldn't help but grin, "You guys want to move in with me?" I asked incredulously. "Seriously?"

"It'll be fun," Buttercup added.

"I know," I whispered, smiling. I turned to Bubbles, "But I'm not naming my kids Jimmy and Samantha, Bubs."

"Well, do you have any other name ideas?" Bubbles stuck her tongue out at me.

"A couple," I replied. "But definitely not Jimmy and Samantha," I told her playfully.

"Fair enough," Bubbles shrugged.

"Wow, so you girls are actually moving in with me?" I repeated. They nodded in response. "That's wonderful."

"It'll be super fun!" Bubbles gushed.

"Yeah, I'll bet-" Buttercup's thought was cut off by the phone going off.

"I got it!" Bubbles exclaimed, dashing over to our white cordless phone. "Hello? ...Yes! Omigosh, me too! ...Uh huh. ...Uh huh. ...Really? ...Well, alright!" she handed me the phone. "It's the Professor and Dr. Keane!"

I paled. Mom and Dad. They were calling. They wanted to talk to me. No, I hadn't been purposely avoiding them for the past four or five months... I just... I had no idea how I was supposed to tell them. What could I say? They'd be so disappointed in me...

"Hey," I said weakly into the receiver.

"Blossom! How are you, darling?" Dad asked.

"Doing great," I chuckled nervously, "What about you and mom?"

"Never better!" Mom chirped. "Golly, it sure has been a while, hasn't it, Blossom?"

"Totally," I responded, still uncomfortable, "I've just been busy with work and stuff... Yeah," I said lamely.

"Of course," Dad replied gently.

"So, what's up you guys?" I asked cheerily.

"Nothing out the ordinary. Just wanted to catch up with you girls!" Mom replied. I put her speaker and we all exchanged pleasantries and formalities. After they hung up, I put the phone down on the table and returned to my sisters, only to see their sullen faces staring back.

"Blossom, why didn't you tell us you wanted to move?" Bubbles asked, hurt. "We're your sisters. You should be able to tell us anything."

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings," I murmured. I didn't tell them because I was scared that they'd be upset. We'd always lived together. The irony was that in the process of trying to not hurt them, I hurt them even worse.

"It's not about the house, Blossom," Buttercup stated, "It's about everything. Everything. Ever since you got pregnant all you do is lie to us and push us away and keep us out of things!"

"That's not fair!" I bit back. "You guys aren't telling me everything either!" After Bubbles dumped Boomer, she's gotten all distant. And ever since I saw Buttercup and Ace in the park, she's been angrier and more frustrated lately. Neither of them have opened up to me, but I guess it was because I hadn't been open with them either.

I hated that we were drifting apart. I hate that we couldn't confide our closest secrets to another anymore. I hate that it was because of me.

"Girls, I feel that we're not as close as we used to be," I stated. Bubbles and Buttercup's upset looks affirmed that I wasn't feeling this way alone. "I know, I know. It's mostly my fault. But I'm not drifting away from you on purpose... I've just been so swarmed with so much... These past few months have been tough," I swallowed. "But I want you to know that I love you. And I haven't been completely honest with you."

"Me neither," Bubbles murmured. Buttercup grunted in agreement.

"I miss those times we could just tell everything to each other," I couldn't help but smile, "And I want them back. So I'm gonna tell you something that I haven't told anyone else. And after I'm done, I want to hear a secret you've been keeping." Both them nodded and looked interested what I had to reveal.

"Go on," Buttercup prodded.

"I'm dating my baby-daddy," I blurted. I was a little shocked that I let it out like that, but I recovered quickly. I gave them a little smile, nervous for their response.

"Omigosh! That's great! I'm so happy for you!" Bubbles gushed.

"How long have you two been together?" Buttercup asked, curious.

"About a week," I replied confidently. It felt great to get that off my chest. I don't really know why I was keeping that from them, considering they both seem happy for me. Why was I hiding these things if all my sisters would be was excited for me?

"Does he know?" Bubbles whispered, as if there were others listening.

I shook my head guiltily, "Not yet," I murmured, looking down.

"You can't hide it from him much longer," Buttercup pointed out.

"I know," I whispered. "I just need some time," I added softly. After a pause, I looked back up at them. "Okay, you're next Bubbles."

"Okay," Bubbles took in a deep breath. "I know me and Boomer have been broken up for a long time..." she started. "But I really miss him," her voice croaked. "I thought he was the one," she said softly, bringing her knees to her chest. She forced her eyes shut, trying to hold back tears. I wrapped an arm around her in comfort.

"If he really is the one," Buttercup said uncharacteristically gently. "Then you two will find a way back together."

Bubbles looked up at Buttercup, her eyes brimming with tears as she smiled a grateful smile, "That was so deep, BC... Thanks."

Buttercup bit her lip, "It's-It's cool," she tried to play it off.

"Now it's your turn," Bubbles wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes as she looked at Buttercup in anticipation. "Go!"

"I..." Buttercup looked conflicted, "I'm not dating Ace. But he's blackmailing me into staying away from Butch," she looked down. I couldn't but gasp. He was blackmailing her? "I really liked Butch too..."

I put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "What's he got on you?" I asked softly.

"Nothing," she murmured. "But he's got enough on Butch to put him away for life," she swallowed. "I don't know if it's real or not, but it's convincing as hell. No one can get a hold of that," she finished, fighting back tears.

"We got your back, BC," Bubbles wrapped her arms around her in a hug.

"Yeah, we're here for you," I added. "I don't ever want you to feel like you can't tell me anything," I whispered to her. I looked to Bubbles, "You either."

"Back at you, Bloss," Bubbles grinned.

I couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was all the emotion in the room, or maybe... Maybe it was because I finally got my sisters back.

"We're sisters. And nothing is ever going to change that."

...

This past week with my sisters has been great. We've been totally honest with each other and it's been wonderful having our relationship back. No matter what has happened to me, they've always been loving and supporting and there for me in general. And I really appreciate it. When I told them I was pregnant, they were ecstatic, not judgmental or cruel. If only everyone else were like them... I still hadn't told Brick, even though I needed to. And after Mom and Dad called a week ago, I've been thinking about how I could tell them also. I mean, I should've told them a long time ago, but... I couldn't. I still can't. I was scared. Sure, they couldn't kick me out or disown me, but I had never disappointed them before. The idea of doing that to them was scary and I wasn't ready to face it.

"Blossom? Are you there?" Sara asked gently.

"Huh?" I replied, shaking myself from my thoughts. "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was just asking if you've been taking your potassium. It's vital to the growth of your baby," she repeated. "It'll also reduce your cramps."

"Of course," I nodded. I had been taking supplements, plus I was making an effort to eat extra fruit and drink extra milk. "I know how important it is."

"Alright," she collected the papers on her desk, "Is there anything out of the ordinary going on? Anything that might be a cause for concern?"

"Not really," I shrugged. "My back has been really sore, but nothing that a nice warm heating pad can't fix," I replied with a small smile.

"Good, good," Sara responded, looking at me intently, yet warmly.

She always seemed so motherly. Sara was a such a sweet person and I bet she would've made a wonderful mom. I knew she didn't have children, so I had no idea what possessed me to ask her this, but-

"Have you ever been pregnant?" I blurted. I immediately regretted it.

She swallowed, "Yes, I have," she answered softly, a sadness coming to her beautiful eyes.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that," I muttered. "Sorry," I repeated.

"It's alright," she sighed. "It was a long time ago. I still wonder where they are today," she murmured.

They? She had twins too? And does that mean they're still out there?

I always had a feeling that Sara knew what I was going through a little too well. I mean, she would have an extensive medical knowledge on these things, but part of me always felt that she had a more personal touch to it. But I shouldn't have brought this up. She looked really sad...

"Can I have my ultrasound?" I needed to change the topic. She nodded with response and with a smile, like nothing ever happened, got up and continued the appointment. I followed her and in no time, she showed me the image of my babies.

After she examined them and I had finished cooing, she cleaned off the gel and I buttoned my peach ruffle blouse. It billowed at the midriff and it did a nice job of hiding my growing uterus. It was tight at the chest, pushing my breasts out and it had cute puffed sleeves that made my arms look slender. After I popped in the last brown button, I smoothed the satin material and the patted the wrinkles from my coffee colored trousers.

"I'll see you in a month?" I asked as I hopped off the examining table, my peach heels clicking as they hit the floor.

"Sounds wonderful," she handed me a picture of the twins and turned around, heading to leave.

"Wait!" I called out to her.

She stopped and spun around, "Yes, sweetie?"

"Can I have a paternity test?" I bit my lip. She looked at me quizzically. "I know who the father is, but he'll want proof when I tell him," I explained quickly. When I tell him? I swallowed. Yes, when I tell him.

Sara nodded knowingly and had me sit back down while she brought in nurse in. The nurse pulled out some blood that would contain fetal DNA and put it in a vial that would go a lab. Sara said she'd call me when the results came back. After the appointment was over, I went back upstairs to my office because I had plenty of work left to do.

...

I stepped into my office and the first thing I saw this was giant basket of pink and red flowers. There were daises, lilies, carnations and roses in a beautiful wicker basket with a big red bow on it. It was gorgeous. I flushed when I realized that it must've been for me. I went over and saw a little envelope sticking out the flowers. I bit my lip in anticipation as I read the card.

Some blossoms for my Blossom.

..Yeah, that's super cheesy. But I hope you like them anyway.

Brick

Brick... He sent me flowers! What a sweet guy. I hugged the card to my chest as I let my thoughts drift off to my boyfriend. Sure, we hated each other for a long time, but I had to admit that these past two weeks have been some of the happiest of my life.

My pager buzzed and knocked me back to reality, so I pulled it out and read the message. I let out a small sigh as I put the card down beside the flowers on the desk and headed out. I walked out of my office complex, stepped into the elevator and waited until it reached the lobby. There, I headed to the front desk to grab some files before I went to my post-operation follow ups.

I was about to leave until I saw a fleck of red in Dr. Mayor's office. Peering closer, the red looked an awful lot like the back of Brick's head. Just then, the man shook Mayor's hand before letting out a chuckle and turning around. I could see him clearly now. It was Brick.

"Brick?" I murmured as he left Mayor's office. At seeing me, he grinned. My eyes widened. He making his way towards me and I just panicked. Grabbing him by the hem of his designer shirt sleeve, I pulled him into the nearest room and slammed the door shut.

"The janitor's closet? A little kinky, don't you think?" I could hear the smirk in his voice and his warm breath around me. It was a small space, so we were pressed against each other and it was pitch black. After a little bit of fumbling, I managed to find a light switch.

"Sorry," I finally replied, looking up at him.

"It's all good," he shrugged.

I forced a smile. Not that it wasn't great to see him, but what was he doing here at the hospital? "Why are you here?" I asked softly, confused.

"Not happy to see me?" he raised an eyebrow.

I sighed, "Of course not," I rolled my eyes and let a little smile creep onto my lips. "I'm ecstatic to see you. And I loved the flowers by the way," I pressed closer to him, wrapping my arms around his strong neck and standing on my toes to kiss him. "They were super sweet and not corny at all," I added as I pulled back from the kiss.

"Glad you liked them," Brick grinned as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His eyebrows furrowed though, and he looked at me warily, "Why'd you pull me in here? You couldn't have said all that outside?"

"I..." I couldn't find the words. It's not that-

"You don't want the entire hospital to know that you're dating Hospital Enemy #1," Brick answered his own question, amused. That wasn't it! That wasn't it at all. I had no problem with people knowing that I'm dating Brick... (Then why haven't you told anyone, Blossom?) (I don't know!) Ugh!

"No..." I choked out. "It's not that," I added quickly. "I just... I just don't like broadcasting my personal life to the whole world. Sue me," I bit back. Wait, he's a lawyer. He probably would. "Actually, don't. I don't like lawsuits."

He chuckled, "Whatever you say, babe."

"Good," I nodded. I looked back up at him and I swear he was looking at me oddly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason," he shrugged, nonchalant. His eyes went from my eyes, to my chest, to my hips and back up. And if I wasn't mistaken, they lingered around my midriff a little longer. He wasn't implying anything about my weight, was he?

"Omigosh, you jerk!" I spat. "You think I'm fat?"

Brick paled at my fury. Like he should! I was MAD. "Whoa, okay, I never said anything about anything, babe."

"You didn't have to," I said, my voice dangerously low. He reached to put a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. "Don't."

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, concerned. A little frightened too. I was incredibly terrifying when I was not only furious, but pumped full of pregnancy hormones too.

"Yeah, just peachy!" I replied, sarcasm dripping from my words. "Just freakin' peachy! You shouldn't be calling me fat considering this whole thing's all your damn fault! It's your fault that I'm-" pregnant. Oh god, I was about to spill the beans to Brick! What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't let him know! At least not now.

"My fault you're what?" Brick didn't look concerned or scared. He just looked plain mad. I suddenly felt guilty. I shouldn't have yelled at him... My shoulders drooped and he immediately softened.

"Your fault I'm freaking out because I really like you," I admitted, defeated. It wasn't a lie- I did like him! I just wasn't planning on telling him the real truth. At least, not now.

He smirked, tightening his grip on my waist. "I like you too." He brought his nose down to my nose and was grazing his lips against mine when suddenly, he jumped back. "What the hell was that?"

It was the babies! They were kicking again! Oh no! What could I tell him? "Muscle spasms?" I answered shakily.

He looked at me suspiciously, and was about to say something when my pager buzzed and saved the day. Thank God!

"Ooh, sorry, babe, got to go!" I gave him a quick kiss before untangling myself from him and exiting the supply closet. I fixed my hair, grabbed a file from the counter in the lobby and headed to the post-operation wing to see my patient.

That was a close one! Brick almost found out. I couldn't let that happen again. Sure, I got the paternity test- I was going to tell him. Just not now.

...

Four down, one to go. My last follow-up was Moe Jojo, Brick's father. I had just taken his gallbladder out earlier this morning and he was in recovery. I snuck a quick onceover at his file before knocking on the door of his room and entering.

"Come in!" he called out.

"Good morning, Mr. Jojo," I greeted. He gave me a look. I chuckled, "Sorry. Moe," I corrected myself. Boy, it felt weird calling my boyfriend's dad and grandfather of my baby that.

"Good morning, Doctor Utonium," he replied happily as well. "How am I proceeding this fine day?"

"You're doing great," I smiled warmly. It was true. "Your vitals are all stable and the surgery went flawlessly. You'll be out of here before you know it!"

"I hope not. This banana pudding is exquisite!" he chuckled, taking a bite of the pudding in his hands.

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'll be sure to have a tech bring you some more," I said kindly as I put his chart back on the wall as I made my way to step out. I was about to leave when-

"Blossom?" Brick chuckled.

My eyes widened. So that's why he was here. Duh. He stopped by to check on his father. Why didn't I think of that? "Brick," I gave him a professional nod. I wanted to go up and kiss him, but I wasn't sure if his father knew about us or not.

"Is that my son Brick whom I have fathered as I am his father and he is my son? Come over here!" Moe motioned for Brick to come over. "I had no idea you knew my doctor. Isn't she a pleasant person who is pleasant and a doctor and pleasant at doctoring because she is a pleasant doctor?"

"Yeah, she is," Brick smirked as he walked over to his dad. "Here, I got you these. I know they're your favorite," he handed him a bag of bananas.

"Why thank you. This will be most helpful in my recovery in which I will recover from the surgery that my pleasant doctor performed," Moe took one and started to unpeel it.

"Alright. Well I'll see you soon," I said and with that, I planned on leaving. But Brick had other plans.

"Oh, babe?" he called out. I spun around. "Dinner at eight?"

"Sounds great," I replied, smiling at his audacity. I waved as I left. Walking down the hall, I could hear Moe talking to Brick and I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

...

It's been about two weeks since Moe found out about us and from what Brick's told me, he's been pretty happy. Brick said that Moe had always had a penchant for doctors, and though I was curious, I didn't press because I knew it was a sensitive subject. I've been pretty busy in the past few weeks, and so has Brick, but we're still working on that whole 'dating' thing. We haven't really been out much because of our packed schedules, but he always seems to have a few moments to call me and talk.

On the outside, he's a really rough person, but on the inside, he's really sweet and I really, really, like him.

...No, I haven't told him about the baby yet. But the paternity test came back and I know I need to. I can't keep hiding this. It's not fair to him or to the babies. Plus, everyone will know soon enough. I've gained the weight and I'm surprised I've been able to keep it all under wraps this long. The least I can do for Brick is be the one to tell him. I'd hate for him to find out from someone else.

Me and Brick were enjoying our relationship so far, but I wasn't sure how long it'd last after I told him.

Anyways, I could worry about my problems later. Today was all about Bubbles and Boomer!

I meant to get them together before, but between my tight schedule and Bubbles's cheerleading practices, we haven't had much mutually available time. Yes, Bubbles cheers. And she's pretty darn good at it too. She was captain in high school and she cheered for the Townsville University's Tigers all through college. She even got offers to go Pro, but she turned them down because of the travel involved. She wanted to stay close to her family and teach at her former kindergarten, Pokey Oaks. But that spark hasn't disappeared. Dr. Keane hired her as the Townsville High cheerleading coach two years back and since then, each of her teams has gone to state.

Anyway, she's always super perky, but after this afternoon, she'll have another reason to be so happy. She's getting her boyfriend back.

"Come on, Bubs!" I called to her as I pounded on her door.

"I'm coming!" she replied from the other side.

"We're just going to get donuts," I pointed it. Well, that wouldn't be just all we were doing.

"Alright, alright!" she huffed as she stepped out. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, she didn't have any makeup on and she was wearing large blue sweatpants and a white tee. "Let's go already," she groaned.

"You're wearing that?" I asked, a little surprised. I mean, she's gotten a sloppy after her breakup, but she was approaching a new low. Bubbles was never sloppy. Ever. She was always primped and ready, no matter how sad or upset she was on the inside. To be honest, it was a little scary seeing her like that.

"We're just getting donuts, right?" she shrugged.

"Right..." I replied slowly. No, wrong! Totally wrong! But I couldn't let that slip. After a pause, "Okay, let's go," I motioned to the door, grabbed my purse and followed her out. We took the elevator downstairs, then walked from our building to the donut and coffee cafe across the street.

"I wonder when Buttercup'll be home," Bubbles mused. "Should we get her a donut?"

"Probably," I responded. Buttercup was working a late session at the gym and told us not to wait up. Why did I have a bad feeling that it wasn't just the gym that was going to keep her?

"What are you getting?" Bubbles asked me, her regular ebullience peeking through.

"I'm hungry, so one of everything," I replied cheekily as I held the door open for her and we walked in. "You?"

"Probably a vanilla frosted blueberry-" she froze mid-sentence. I looked to see what had stopped her. Bubbles had looked across the cafe and locked eyes with a certain blue-eyed blond. Perfect. "L-Let's go somewhere else," she said quickly.

"What? Why? I love this place!" I exclaimed, a little whiny. She caught the bait, now it's time for me to reel it in.

"We can come back later," Bubbles spun around and tried to make a beehive for the door.

"Why put off what we can do now?" I stopped her from leaving. Almost there...

"I mean it," she said, her voice low.

"Me too," I replied, my voice dangerous as well.

Bubbles swallowed, shut her eyes and then opened them. "Boomer's here," she said shakily.

I grinned. This was working perfect so far... "Great! Let's go say hi!"

"Wh-What? Why?" Bubbles whispered harshly.

"Well, he's my friend," I shrugged. "And you two have been broken up for a while. It won't be awkward." That's a lie. It probably would be.

"Since when are you two friends?" Bubbles narrowed her eyes at me.

"For a while now," I replied casually. "Hey, Boomer!" I waved from across the restaurant. At seeing me, he gave a big grin and I dragged Bubbles over there with me. "Room for two more?"

"Of course," Boomer grinned. "Blossom," he nodded at me. "Bubbles..." his eyes lingered on her for a little longer. "Please, sit," he motioned to the empty seats beside and across from him.

Bubbles glared at him and crossed her arms, but I pulled down her with me as I sat. "Gosh, it has been a while, hasn't it?" I said rather obnoxiously. I needed to get these two to start talking and make up already!

"Too long," Boomer whispered, his gaze shifting to my blonde sister.

"Not long enough," Bubbles intensified her glare.

"So, tell me-" my train of thought was cut off by my phone buzzing. Who could that be? I pulled it out of my bag, flicked my finger across the screen to unlock it and saw that I had a new text message.

Brick (received at 4:51 PM)

Hey, babe. You busy? If not, we should meet up.

I grinned. We should totally meet up! I quickly typed a response, tossed my phone in my large pink bag and stood up.

"I've got some... urgent business to attend to," I smoothed out my white dress. "I've got to go, but I hope you two enjoy your donuts!"

I wasn't planning on leaving, but I think this was a good, unexpected step. Now they'll have the privacy they need. This was sure to work out.

...

(Bubbles's POV)

I can't believe Blossom left me here with Boomer! It's bad enough that he cheated on me, but worse is that I still wasn't over him. And she knew that. It was really mean for her to- Wait a second. Omigosh, Blossom planned this! She's not that stupid. She knows that I still have feelings for him! She's trying to get us back together. Well newsflash- it's not going to work.

"Boomer, both us know why we're here," I stated, trying to be as professional as possible. "And I think it's ridiculous, even a little juvenile. So I'm leaving," I stood up.

"Wait, don't go!" Boomer exclaimed, jumping to his feet as well. "I mean, uh, can't we just enjoy some donuts together?" he suggested, a little awkwardly.

"No, we can't," I whispered, frowning. After all that's happened between us, he still wants to be friends? I don't think so.

"Not even friends?" Boomer murmured.

"No," I answered firmly. I wasn't slipping down this slippery slope again.

"Good," Boomer sat back down. "I know I wouldn't be able to just be friends with you, Bubbles," he gave a sardonic smile, "I won't make you stay here if you really hate me. But just hear me out. All I want is two minutes of your time. And then you're free to go and I'll never bother you again," he pleaded earnestly.

He looked really genuine, so I didn't want to hurt him. Biting my lip, I sat back down, "Two minutes."

"That's all I need," Boomer grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, that day you walked into my classroom and I was with Princess? It went a little differently."

And then he recounted the tale of Princess accosting him, badgering him about his brother and invading his personal space until I finally entered. It made a lot of sense and it fit perfectly. Too perfectly. Maybe two months ago, I would've believed him without a shred of doubt. But I was different now. I was tired of being naive, gullible little Bubbles.

"Do you believe me now?" Boomer asked, a desperate look in his eyes.

"No," I whispered.

"Wh-What? Why not?" Boomer was taken aback. "You think I'm lying to you?" his eyes had narrowed at me.

I shrugged, "I don't know what to believe nowadays, Boomer," I replied, sullen

"Okay, you know what? Forget about me," Boomer slammed his hands on the table in frustration. "Tell me that you haven't missed me these past two months. Tell me you've been genuinely happy. Tell me you haven't thought of me a single time. Tell me you don't still care about me!"

I swallowed. I couldn't.

"You can't, can you?" Boomer murmured. "Well I can't either."

"I..." I started, not sure how to reply. Everything he said about me was true. And maybe... Just maybe what he said about Princess was too. His soft hands moved towards mine, taking my gentle hands into his warm palms. He gave me a gentle, but firm and reassuring squeeze, then pulled me closer to him so that our faces were almost touching, the only thing between us an empty table.

"You're beautiful," Boomer brushed a strand of stray hair from my forehead. Suddenly, I flushed. I totally forgot what a mess I was! My hair was thrown in a sloppy ponytail, I probably had these ugly bags under my eyes and I was in baggy sweats.

"No, I'm not," I tried push the redness down my neck as I looked down.

"You are too," Boomer cupped my chin and brought it upwards, forcing me to make eye contact with him. He looked down, as if he was unsure about something, but then looked back up at me with determination, "If I could think of the worst two months of my life, these were it," he continued.

"Me too," I blurted. Boomer genuinely cared about me. How could I not see that? "I'm an idiot, I'm sorry."

"I'm the idiot. I'm sorry," Boomer corrected me. I shook my head in disagreement.

"Ya both idiots!" some lady with a heavy Jersey accent yelled from the table next to us.

I giggled, "I can live with that." Resting my elbows on the table, I moved my hands up to his shoulders, then his neck, then his silky blond hair as I pulled him in for a kiss. After a long moment, he pulled back.

"Bubbles, I love you. And I mean it," Boomer declared.

I couldn't help but grin, "I love you too, Boomer."

"Does this mean we're back together?" Boomer grinned back at me.

"Hmm, that depends," I put my finger on my chin playfully, "You'll have to ask me first."

"Bubbles, will you be my girlfriend?" Boomer asked, taking one of my hands into his.

"Of course," I smiled and kissed him again. Then I got a better idea. "Boomer, let's get out of here," I whispered suggestively.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Meaning?"

"You know what I mean," I replied, a mischievous glint in my sapphire eyes. Blossom said she had work to do, Buttercup was at the gym... That meant our place was empty right now. Perfect. "Let's go to my place."

He grinned, "Sounds like a plan." He stood up, then helped me up. I looped my arms with his and we walked out the cafe together.

"We never did get any donuts," I commented wistfully as we stepped out.

Maybe Blossom was right after all. I'd have to thank her for sure.

...

(Buttercup's POV)

Ugh, I hate it when customers cancel their classes last-minute. Seriously, I'm waiting for them, ready and everything and a minute before class starts, they call to say they're busy. Talk about inconsiderate.

Anyways, since my 4:30 cancelled, I decided to head home. I had told my sisters that I was going to get back late, so I guess I could surprise them. The last few months have tough for us as sisters, but after talking some things out a few weeks ago, we're tighter. And I really love it. On the outside, I try not to show too much emotion, but I really missed getting to be myself around my sisters. So I'm glad that's back.

Why did I opt to take the shortcut through the seedy part of town again? I guess I wasn't paying attention. I crossed my arms around my chest, glaring at the shady-looking guys staring at me. I could take any one of them in a fight, so I wasn't worried about getting attacked; it was just annoying having people stare at me. But to be fair, I was wearing a form-fitting green tank and tight black sweatpants, so I couldn't blame people for keeping their eyes off of me. Hey, I wasn't going to deny that I was attractive.

Suddenly, I feel an arm snake around my waist and another clamp around my mouth as I pulled into an alley. Great, just what I needed. I bit the guy's hand and as he wavered for a second, I grabbed his other arm and spun him around, slamming him into the filthy brick wall and freeing myself in the process.

"Ugh, Butters, it's just me," he muttered. I knew that greasy black hair looked familiar. I let out a sigh of frustration as I loosened my hold on him and let him fall to the ground. Grumbling, he got to his feet, straightened his sunglasses and gave me a licentious grin.

"What, Ace?" I crossed my arms and gave him a hard look. "I have things to do."

"You should be thanking me, Butters," he replied, "There's a lot of creeps down this way."

"No kidding?" I scoffed.

"Well, whatever. I just wanted to make sure you were holding your end of the bargain," he eyed me carefully.

I shut my eyes, counted to ten and held in my anger. "Yup. I haven't talked to him in more than a month."

"Good," Ace smirked, satisfied.

I sighed, "Ace, why are you doing this to me?" I was at the end of my rope. I was tired of this. Really.

Me and Butch had this really hot thing going on, but then I ran into Ace a month ago and he showed me a video of Butch robbing a store. It must've been from like six or eight years ago, but it was Butch for sure. Ace said that he knew Butch and his brothers a long time ago and he hadn't turned in the evidence that would put Butch away for life yet. He said that he saw Butch earlier and decided to give it to the police in because Butch... did something to him that day or something, but after bumping into me, Ace came up with a better idea. He told me to stay away from Butch and he'd keep the tape under wraps.

And then the creep kissed me. I know we dated a long time ago (a long time ago) and I may still even have had feelings for the guy, but after he kissed me- I knew we were through. Butch even saw us. I lied to him. I pushed him away. I ignored all of his calls and did everything in my power to avoid the guy because deep down, I think I really cared about him.

Butch was an ass. But he was also strong, funny, a little sweet sometimes and he really understood me. I really thought we could be something. But I guess I'd never know. I didn't trust Ace one bit, but there wasn't anything else I could do.

"Because I can't stand that guy," Ace chuckled, "It's good seeing him suffer."

"What about me?" I whispered harshly, my voice low.

"Yeah, I guess it's nice seeing you suffer too," Ace pulled down his sunglasses and grinned back at me.

"You're a jerk, Ace," I spat. "I don't know what I ever saw in you."

"You're not the first girl to say that," he shrugged, nonchalant. Suddenly, his gaze intensified. "Just stay away from him, alright? Then I won't do anything... drastic."

"I know, I know," I mumbled. "Goodbye, Ace," I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the dank alley. I had gotten used to not seeing Butch, I could live with it for the rest of my life. ...Maybe.

I let my thoughts consume me as I continued to walk home. I finally reached our building and nodded to the doorman as I headed upstairs. I jogged up the last flight of stairs before stepping out into the classy hallway and walking to the third room on the right. I was about to pull out my keys from the duffle bag slinging from my shoulder when I realized the door was open. What the hell? Blossom never leaves the door unlocked.

I slam the door open and step in, tossing my duffle to the side and looking for my sisters. There was a note on the counter. It was written in pink pen and Blossom's curvy handwriting, saying they weren't here. But someone else was. Who-

"Buttercup," the figure turned around to face me. Oh no.

"Butch," I replied, breathless. What was he doing here? Or better question- "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Key under the doormat," he shrugged. "Wasn't that hard."

Curses. Blossom always said that was a terrible idea. "Go away," I demanded, balling my hands up in fists.

"No," Butch took a step closer to me. "Not until you talk to me, that is."

"I don't have anything to say to you," I tried to mask my longing feelings with a cold tone of voice.

"Really?" Butch was now millimeters away from me, his glare hard.

"Really," I swallowed, trying not to waver.

"Why'd you call off the deal? And why didn't you pick up when I called you about it?" he questioned.

"I didn't feel like it," I shrugged, trying my best to be nonchalant.

"I don't believe you. It was the best offer your gym's ever gotten." Damn. How does he know that?

"Did you just come here to fight?" I asked, exasperated. I really, really needed him to leave. His being here was making it much harder for me to push him away. I really want to run my hands through his jet-black hair and roll my tongue across his stubbled chin. There wasn't much more I wanted than to trail my hands down his rippled chest and- Okay, I needed to keep my thoughts clean. Heh.

"No, but I will if I have to," he bit back.

"Please, Butch, just leave," I nearly pleaded, turning away. I couldn't deal with him here much longer.

"Not until you tell me why," he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards me. I glowered. I did not need to be manhandled! I was about to reply with a snarky comeback when Butch slammed his lips on mine. It was a rough, but passionate kiss and I didn't want to pull away. But I did.

"You want to why?" I whispered uncharacteristically gently, looking at my feet. I looked up at Butch. "I'll tell you, alright?"

And then I let it all out. I told him everything about Ace, the videotape, the deal and how I had stopped myself from contacting him because I didn't want to see the one guy I really liked go to jail.

"I knew he looked familiar," Butch snarled. "That greasy, little slimeball. I can't believe he's blackmailing you!"

I gave a sardonic smile, "Sucks, right?"

"It doesn't have to," Butch gave a lecherous grin as he ran his fingers across the exposed skin on my waist. "What Ace doesn't know won't hurt him," he added, bringing his head to the crook of my neck and leaving a trail of kisses there.

"What he knows will hurt you," I tried to reason with no avail. I couldn't say no. Not now. I needed this.

I put my brain in the backseat as I let my instincts take over.

...

(Back to Blossom's POV)

After Brick texted me in the donut shop and I replied, I left. I wasn't sure where he wanted to meet up, so I called him and we agreed on the Townsville Park. I love the park, really. It's incredibly lush and beautiful and a wonderful place to hang out with a great guy.

"Hey, beautiful," Brick grinned as he approached me. He was dressed casually, in a red tee, dark shorts and sneakers. But he also had this red baseball cap jammed backwards on his unkempt fiery hair. I hadn't ever seen him wear it before, but it looked rather fitting on his head. I'm glad I was casually dressed as well. An unbuttoned red cardigan, a fluffy white dress (perfect to hide a baby bump!), red sandals and a red silk ribbon in my ponytail.

"Hey," I flushed. I knew we had agreed against public displays of our affection, but screw it. I hadn't seen him in a while and I really wanted to kiss my boyfriend. Taking a step forward, I smiled as I reduced the space between us and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips to his in a sweet kiss.

"I'd be careful, Blossom. You don't want the whole world knowing that you're dating me," Brick teased after we pulled back.

"Screw the world," I rolled my eyes. "I don't care what other people think," I stated. Okay, maybe that wasn't completely true. I liked to think that I didn't need others' approval, but deep down, I always loved that everyone always loved me. This whole new territory- being pregnant- I was afraid it would change what people thought of me. I know, I know. It doesn't matter as long as I'm the one who appreciates myself, but still... It was the truth. And I was trying to get over it.

"Really?" Brick raised an eyebrow.

Wow, was it that obvious? "Yes, really," I replied confidently. Linking arms with his, we began strolling. "So what's up? It's been a while, hasn't?"

"Yeah," Brick nodded. He looked over to me to answer my question, "And not much. Just work and crap. You know."

"I know," I chuckled. "How's your dad?" He should be recovering fine, but it never hurt to ask.

"Pretty good," Brick shrugged. "He invited me over for dinner next week," he said, a little irritated.

"Sounds fun," I smiled at him. At his frown, I asked, "Do you not want to go?"

"I really don't care," Brick replied honestly. "But I'm not having a good feeling about this..."

"A dad can't have his son over for dinner without being suspicious?" I raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile on my glossed lips.

"No, no," Brick shook his head. "It's not the dinner. It's what he's probably going to do or say at dinner. See, he broke up with his girlfriend Ima the other day. They've been dating for years. She's a whore and was sleeping with him for his money, but I doubt he just now figured that out. I don't know... He's seems really different lately and I guess I'm just nervous because I'll probably find out why."

"Aww," I rested my head on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing. Plus, it's good that he broke up with her if she wasn't right for him," I tried to add reassuringly.

"I guess," Brick mumbled.

"If you want, I'll come with you," I suggested, a bright smile on my face.

Brick grinned, "Alright, come meet my messed up family. It won't be so bad if I'm not alone."

I guess he didn't know that I was already acquainted with Boomer and Butch. And his dad. I wonder if there was anyone else? "Well, I can't wait," I grinned back.

"Hey, you remember Princess, right?" Brick changed the topic. I nodded. "Yeah, her paternity test came back. Surprise, surprise- it wasn't mine."

As much as I really despised Princess, I had to empathize with what she was going through right now. It was tough enough for me, even with the support of my sisters and Brick (except... he didn't know yet...). I couldn't imagine how she was feeling.

"I don't even know if she's gonna keep it," Brick shrugged. Okay, I know I had to tell him about the babies, but it couldn't hurt to test the waters first. Here goes nothing...

"Hypothetically -and I mean completely hypothetically- what would you have done if her baby really was yours?" I asked thoughtfully. How would he react? "Just curious," I added quickly to avoid arousing suspicion.

Brick softened at this question and jamming his hands in his pockets, he looked up at me, "To be honest, I'd want a part in the kid's life. I wouldn't get back together with Princess or anything, but I'd want to be there for my kid," he said genuinely.

My heart melted. Brick really meant that. He truly would want to in his child's life. Was it foolish of me not to tell him? I couldn't hide this from him anymore. I wouldn't.

"That's really sweet," I whispered, my eyes big in adoration. "You're really sweet, Brick."

He smirked, "I know." I rolled my eyes, even giggled a little as I tightened my grip around his arm. "Where do you want to go for dinner?" he asked.

"Why don't we head back to my apartment?" I suggested. "I can whip up something for us and then maybe..." I trailed, giving him a salacious smile. We should have the place to ourselves considering Buttercup wasn't getting home until later and Bubbles would be at the cafe for hours.

He licked his lips in anticipation, "Sounds good. Lead the way," he motioned to the path ahead of us.

...

I jammed my keys in the lock and the door slammed open as Brick pushed me inside. Shutting the door, I let out a little moan as Brick left a trail of kisses down my neck. I ran my hands down his muscular physique until my fingers were on the hem of his shirt. I pulled it over his head and he tossed it off to the side as our tongues continued to dance. While one hand encircled my waist, the other came up to my hair and pulled out the red ribbon, letting my auburn hair flow freely. He pushed my cardigan off, leaving my arms bare. I continued to explore his rather familiar body as he did to mine as I led him back to my room.

"Bedroom," I said breathless between kisses. We must not have been moving in the right direction because I brushed something and heard a clattering smack. My eyes widened as I realized we were in the living room and must've backed into one of the side tables and knocked over that stupid lamp. Ugh, whatever.

"Sorry," Brick mumbled an unapologetic apology as he ran his hands down my widened waist.

"Never liked that old lamp anyway," I replied, leaving kisses along his strong jawline before moving my tongue and teeth to his ear. I felt him feeling around for the zipper of my dress and was about to help him when-

"What the hell?"

Oh god. That was Buttercup. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be at work! I tried to push Brick off of me so I could talk to Buttercup, but he was a little resilient.

"Butterbutt, get back here," I heard another voice say. It was low, so definitely masculine, but- Wait, was that Butch? Suddenly, Brick spun around and I was able to get a good look at the other two people in the apartment. Buttercup's hair was a mess and she was in a tiny satin emerald robe. Butch was standing behind her wearing nothing but green boxers.

"Buttercup!" I exclaimed, turning as red as a tomato. I could only imagine what was going through her head right now!

"Blossom?" Buttercup questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Butch?" Brick said incredulously.

"Brick?" Butch's eyes widened.

"Butch!" I realized. What were Buttercup and Butch doing? Never mind, stupid question.

"Blossom!" Butch replied, shocked.

I was about to explain why Brick and I were half-naked and all over each other, but I heard the lock click meaning that someone was coming it. Peering across the kitchen island, I saw it was Boomer and Bubbles. Their hands were all over each other and Bubbles was flushed. Boomer had his hand slung lowly around her waist and Bubbles was pressed beside him, whispering to him.

"Blossom! Buttercup!" Bubbles jumped away from Boomer and flushed redder as she saw us. She must've had similar plans.

"Brick... Butch..." Boomer realized, his jaw dropping.

"Bubbles!" Buttercup and I exclaimed at the same time.

"Bubbles... Boomer..." Brick mumbled, looking at the two intensely.

"Dude, Boomer," Butch grinned and gave him an air high-five.

"Okay, what the hell's going on here?" Buttercup asked, looking at me, then at Bubbles.

"I think we all were thinking the same thing..." I started, looking at the blond couple, then at the brunets, then at Brick.

"Blossom, what are you doing here with Brick?" Bubbles blurted. "You said you were dating your-" she stopped herself. Thank god. I don't know what would've happened if she had finished and said baby-daddy. "...Oh," Bubbles's eyes widened in realization. She must've just figured out that Brick was the father of my children.

"Oh," Buttercup's did the same. "Oh!" she grinned at the same realization.

"Shut up you guys," I muttered, shutting my eyes. Brick looked quizzically at my sisters, then at me.

"What are they talking about?" he asked, eying me suspiciously.

"I... I need to tell you something," I started out slowly, matting down my hair. Taking in a deep breath, I continued, "You might want to sit down."

"I'm good," Brick narrowed his eyes. "What are you hiding from me?" he questioned, his eyes flicking red in anger. Ooh, if he was mad now, just wait...

"Brick, I'm pregnant. With your baby."

...

Am I evil, or what? How do you think Brick'll react? :D

And blarg, sorry for any spelling or grammatical issues. I was tired when I was proofing.

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