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Author's Note: Gah, I know it's been FOREVER since I've updated and I'm really sorry. I wrote up about half of Month 8 and then it got deleted... Sniffle. And then I guess I just got caught up in all this work real life had for me, so... Anyways. I had little trouble writing this chappie, but I hope you guys like it. The Eighth Month is gonna be a long one, so I thought I'd at least give you the first half because you've waited so long (:

I really, really appreciate all of the reviews! I got almost thirty on this last chappie and that makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside :3 I know I made a lot of you mad with the very end of the seventh month, but I promise it'll all get better. I mean, I am a sucker for a happy ending :D

Welp, I don't have anything else to day (I think...). Except there's a lot of POV switching between Brick and Blossom.

I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

My Brick/Blossom Picks: If you like shameless namedropping, I think you'll enjoy these. If not, just go straight to the fic! If you go read any of these fics, I hope you leave the authors a few kind words because these are all wonderful stories!

1. Lie to Me by SNAZZY19 is a really cool AU type story. Basically, Blossom's going undercover to get information on dictator-esque Brick's next plans, except there's gonna be a fun twists going on. It's really fun and exciting and I beta it, so you should definitely check it out!

2. Unbridled by Hermeown is amazing. Seriously. It's the sequel to another action-packed story and this is just masterfully crafted. The plot is so intricate and villains are absolutely devious. It really keeps you at the edge of your seat the entire time. The Brick/Blossom doesn't come until around the middle, but it's so cleverly written that I relished every moment!

3. More Than Human by sbj is another insanely amazing PPG/RRB high-school fic. It really stands out from the rest because of the wonderful characterizations and the detailed plot. It's rated M for language, but if that doesn't bother you, I seriously suggest you check it out. It's over 177,000 words of brilliance and most definitely worth the time reading!

Special Mention: Okay, if you haven't read Taking Responsibility by Somewei- close out of my story, find it, read it and then come back. Seriously. Don't come back here until you've read Taking Responsibility because that fic is AMAZING. I feel like I shouldn't even have to mention it because it may be the best PPG fic on this site; it's full of action, romance, suspense and drama. It's AU about if Mojo had taken over the world and the girls didn't come back to Earth until they were like 16. They disguise themselves and create aliases to infiltrate Mojo and the Rowdyruffs so they can defeat them and save the world. It's absolutely wonderful and the Brick/Blossom is incredible.

...Now, onto the fic! :D

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(Blossom's POV)

I couldn't hold back my tears. I couldn't hold back the emotion flooding through me right now. And those damn pregnancy hormones weren't making anything better.

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding," Bubbles tried to console me as the tailor wrapped measuring tape around her.

Yeah, a big misunderstanding. I completely misunderstood everything. I was wrong. So, so wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong about Brick. Why did I think he had changed? How I could fool myself into believing he was a good person? How did I let myself fall in love with his charade?

Why did I have to fall in love?

I fell in love with such an amazing guy. He was kind and considerate and sweet and clever. He was so intelligent and ambitious and dedicated. He loved his family and he cared about me. He cared about my babies. He was charming and witty and he made me feel so special. He was perfect. He wasn't Brick Jojo. Hell, he didn't exist.

It's not that Brick had his tongue down some other girl's throat, it's that he wanted to. He was enjoying it. He was after that hedonistic pleasure and now that I think about it, it was surprising how long he stayed with me. Why would he when I was just responsibility?

But I didn't need him. I was perfectly capable of living my life without that liar. He may have broken my heart, shattered it into a thousand little pieces, but I was strong. And I didn't need him. I needed a real man. Not a web of lies like Brick.

...Who was I kidding? I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. Every time I was around him, I felt so different. So whole. So complete. He was made for me. But the voice inside of me reminded me that he didn't exist.

And that's what crushed me.

"Y-Yeah," I choked out, forcing a smile to my sisters. I looked at the kind, older lady who was now measuring me and jotting down the numbers. "Like this?" I asked her, raising my hand above my head. She nodded. She wrapped the yellow tape around my large belly loosely and added a few inches to the measurement as she wrote it down. I wasn't sure if she needed to considering I wouldn't have this swell in about two more months.

"We love you," Buttercup wrapped her arms around my shoulder in an uncharacteristically gentle manner. The woman measuring her frowned and Buttercup sighed, standing up straight again. "And if you need me to kick someone's ass..." she cracked her knuckles. There's the Buttercup I know and love.

"I'm alright," I couldn't help but give a genuine grin at this. "I mean, I'll be alright," I sniffled. "Nothing a little ice cream and a few chick flicks won't fix," I lied. The lady finished measuring me and gave me a final nod before leading.

"Good," Bubbles rested her head on my shoulder. Suddenly, she shot up and brought her hands to her mouth, "Omigosh, I wanted to tell you guys about the wedding!"

"Go ahead," Buttercup replied carefully.

"This is so exciting!" she squealed. "I can't wait to get married!"

"When is the wedding?" I asked curiously.

"Well..." a smile curled on Bubbles' lips. "Boomie and I were thinking in a few months. But... The chapel I always dreamed of getting married in-"

"The one near the lake? With the garden?" I interjected.

Bubbles grinned, "That's the one. See, normally you have to wait like a year to book something, but this one couple cancelled and there was an opening," she explained, her cheeks round with her smile. Plopping down on the couch, she lifted a giant binder onto her lap. Opening it, she began to flip through pages of wedding dress designs.

"When is it?" Buttercup looked at Bubbles, curious as she sat beside her.

"In two weeks!" she exclaimed. "And we took it!"

"W-Wow," was all I could muster. Not that I wasn't happy for her, but two weeks? That wasn't much time to plan a wedding! Realizing that I was the only one still standing, I too sat beside my sisters on the plush sofa in the tailor's shop. I rested my hand on my swollen belly, gently feeling the kicking rhythm of my children.

"It's perfect. It's not too close to Blossom's due date and Boomie said it would work perfect with our honeymoon plans," Bubbles gushed. Suddenly, her smile faltered. Biting her lip, she turned towards me. "There might be a small problem..."

"What?" I looked at her quizzically. Uh oh, how small was this problem?

"Well... Boomer's brothers have to be there," she answered softly. It hit me like a pound of bricks. Or should I say, a single Brick? Damn it, he'd be there. I didn't want to see him. I couldn't see him. "I understand if you don't want to come..." her eyes fell and she looked down.

"Bubbles," I took in a deep breath and put my hand over hers. "Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to stop me from being there on the happiest day of your life. I'm coming," I told her, looking directly in her cerulean eyes.

She frowned, "Blossom, I don't want you to go if you have to see Brick. He's a big meanie and I don't want you to be sad," her lip quivered.

"I won't be," I told her confidently. That was a lie. I was very sad right now. And I probably still would be in two weeks. But it wasn't fair for me to let my problems get in the way of Bubbles' happiness. "I want to come. Really."

She grinned, "That means a lot. I'm glad my Maid of Honor will be there."

"Whoa, hold on," Buttercup started. "She's the maid of honor?"

"I thought you didn't like wearing a dress," Bubbles teased playfully.

"Well, if I'm wearing one already-" I interrupted Buttercup.

"Let Buttercup be the Maid of Honor. I don't mind," I suggested. I did mind, but I didn't want to get into a big fight over this.

"Oh, she is," Bubbles smiled. "And you are too!"

Buttercup and I gave her a blank stare.

"There's no reason I can't have two!" Bubbles replied cheekily as she turned another page.

...

(Brick's POV)

"What did you do?" Boomer looked at me incredulously. I glared.

"Dude, you realize when you're dating a hot chick, you're not supposed to bang one of the nurses that work for her, right?" Butch raised an eyebrow. I glared at him too.

"And she's pregnant! Dude, you knocked her up and then you cheat on her?" Boomer ranted.

These two needed to shut up. Yeah, I ruined everything, but they weren't making me feel any better. "Okay, I screwed up, I know. Now the shut the hell up," I glowered.

I wasn't in the mood for this. I needed to get my mind off of Blossom.

I needed to get wasted, do something, do someone.

Anything to get my mind off of Blossom.

Anything.

...

(Blossom's POV)

For the past two weeks, I've been going out of my way to avoid Brick. I hate that he works just down the hall from me. I try to block him out, but it's hard not to see him flirt with everything that has breasts. I don't know if he stands directly where I can see him on purpose, but he does. Every time I see the back of his auburn locked head, I remember how I foolish I was to believe I loved him. It's hard enough to not see him; I can't bear the thought of actually having a conversation with the guy.

But it wasn't about me... Tonight was Bubbles and Boomer's wedding rehearsal and I wasn't going to miss it for the world. I probably would encounter Brick, but I had to suck it up. I'll play it cool... I can't let him know how much he meant to me... How much I cared about him... How much I loved him.

My situation was a little unconventional, but for a little while, I genuinely believed I'd have the family I always dreamed of. But it was stupid of me to think I could change Brick... Men like him can't change. I got my hopes up just to be shattered and I couldn't let it happen again.

The one time I'm open to love and romance and all those other things I've avoided my whole life, the world comes crashing down around me. And I think... I think I'm done with it.

Done with hoping for the best. Done with believing people can change. Done with opening my heart.

I wanted nothing to do with it anymore. I had my sisters who loved me. And in about six weeks, I'd have my babies, and they would be the world to me. I didn't need anything or anyone else.

...But I knew that was a lie. I wanted Brick. I loved him. I desperately wanted him to be the man I thought he was. I knew he couldn't be that hedonistic womanizer, deep down. The way he cared for me and the babies was too genuine for anyone to fake. Brick wasn't the horrible person he was pretending to be... Was he? He couldn't be.

The rational part of my brain told me not to get my hopes up. It would be easier to think he couldn't be anymore than what he was. It would be better if I just kept my distance from him. I couldn't let myself fall for his lies again.

My eyes started to water when I remembered my appointment with Sara next week. Brick promised he'd come with me...

Just then, my phone buzzed. Wrapping up my thoughts, I pulled it out my pocket to see a reminder pop up. It was nearly six! I had to go! I shoved my phone back into my whitecoat and gathered my things together. There was a stack of papers concerning the deed of the house. I had to sign those soon... Exhaling, I pulled out a paper clip and snapped it onto the crisp papers and filed them into my bag. I picked up the paperback book on my desk, Baby Names That Start With B, and put that into my bag as well. I couldn't help but smile thinking about the doggy-eared pages inside. I had narrowed down my search, but I was still contemplating names for my babies.

That was the last of it, so I tossed my bag onto my shoulder, grabbed the patient files on my desk and walked out. Before leaving the floor, I passed off the files to Isabelle (who was still at work on a Friday night?) and then headed out.

...

The wedding rehearsal ran pretty smoothly. It wasn't a dress rehearsal because the tailor was still putting the finishing touches on our dresses, plus Bubbles wanted to keep her dress a surprise. We all gathered in the little chapel and practiced the processional and Bubbles and Boomer went through their vows. Buttercup and I just kinda stood on the side with imaginary bouquets in our hands. Overall, the whole thing didn't last long and was over before I knew it.

We all kinda scattered, Bubbles and Boomer going around to finalize details and me sticking with Buttercup. I knew Brick was here somewhere and I knew it was cowardly, but I didn't want to face him alone.

...Speak of the devil. Oh, why'd I have to think about him? Straight in front of us was Butch and Brick, talking to Moe. I wasn't sure if Sara if was coming to the wedding, but I kinda hoped she would.

"Butterbutt," Butch grinned at her. He looked to me, "Blossom. Future niece and nephew," he acknowledged us.

Buttercup slapped Butch on the shoulder lightly in response and I gave him a small smile in reply. I glanced at Brick, but his countenance was carefully guarded.

"Dr. Utonium! It is most pleasant to see you here," Moe started. I had a feeling he would go into one of his monologues, but just then, Boomer pulled him to the side. He looked nervous. I wonder what happened...?

"Little bro, you alright?" Butch looked at Boomer.

"Y-Yeah. Never better," Boomer replied.

"I-" Brick was about to go, but Butch cut him off.

"I got this," Butch walked to his blond brother. Brick sent him an angry glare. He probably didn't want to be left alone with me and Buttercup.

...Buttercup! Where'd she go? I whipped my head around to see her in the corner of the room, on the phone. She looked angry.

Damn, it was just me and Brick now. What was I going to say? Brick didn't look like he was in the mood for talking. He didn't look like he was in the mood for anything. I couldn't sense an ounce of emotion on his face. I decided that silence would be the best option, so I surprised myself when words started to come out of my mouth before I stop them.

"I bet you love weddings," I said, my voice dripping with bitterness.

"Who doesn't?" Brick replied coolly. I hated not seeing emotion from him. Anger, hatred, frustration- anything. His indifferent demeanor chilled me.

"I mean, with all the desperate women to nail," I added, chuckling mirthlessly. That's probably the only reason he was here.

Brick smirked, "Of course."

"A word of advice," I simpered, "Remember to shove a condom on your filthy-ass dick," I spat. The coarseness of my language must've taken him by surprise because he didn't reply immediately.

After a pause, "I'm not making that mistake again," he responded coldly, his eyes quickly flitting to my protruding belly. I would've missed it if I wasn't studying his features so closely.

"Go screw yourself, Brick," I gave him a cold, hard stare before walking off.

"You already did," he called out after me. I could hear the smirk he had plastered on in his smug, irritating voice.

Screw him.

(...No, I didn't want to!)

...

(Brick's POV)

Butch put together a bachelor party for Boomer after the rehearsal. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't let my brothers think something was up. The truth was that, the caustic words Blossom and I had exchanged earlier unnerved me. Never before had I seen her so angry and bitter. Never before had anything like that bothered me. ...But it did. And I think I knew why.

Anything but that. Anything. Anything but that infernal L-Word.

But there was no denying it. Hell, I think I was going crazy. No matter how much alcohol I've had, or how many chicks I've banged these past two weeks... I can't get my mind off of her. I hate thinking about it because every time her flawless face pops up in my thoughts, I feel this awful feeling wash over me.

Was it... guilt? I wasn't familiar enough with the emotion to say. But if it was, it was tearing me apart. I couldn't come to terms with what I did to her. I broke her heart. I'm a horrible person. But maybe... Maybe Blossom doesn't think that. But is there really good in me?

...I needed to fix this. I couldn't live like this anymore... I couldn't constantly feel this horrible sensation every time I saw her. Every time I thought of her. How could I live with myself after I tore her apart? What kind of monster was I?

But I couldn't apologize either... Blossom's made it clear that she hates. That she never loved me. That she probably wouldn't mind never seeing my face again.

Maybe I just needed to talk to her... Show her that I really screwed up and that I would do anything for her. Anything for our children...

"Dude, you with us?" Butch snapped his fingers right in front of my face. Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist, but I let it go as I cast my thoughts aside.

After a pause, "Yeah, where else would I be?" I smirked, taking a swig of my beer. I looked at Boomer, "What'd you need from Dad and Butch earlier?"

"Huh?" he looked at me quizzically. A pause. "Oh yeah, nothing."

"...You just left me there for no reason, then?" I raised an eyebrow, my voice chillingly low.

"Dude, you need to sort things out with Blossom. That's why we left you there," Butch chipped in.

I glared, "No, I don't. And if I did, I wouldn't need your help."

"Riiight," Butch rolled his eyes. I needed another beer.

"Butch... Can we go now? We've been at this place long enough," Boomer said hesitantly.

Butch glared, "This is the last night your balls aren't locked up in Bubbly's purse. So enjoy it. I ordered us the best strippers this place has to offer."

Boomer frowned, "You know I don't like women having to debase themselves like that."

"Yeah, we know," Butch chuckled, "But these ladies don't do it because they have to. They do it because they love to."

"You speaking from experience?" I joined in on their conversation.

Butch grinned, "You know it. They're sisters. And damn, they're fine."

"You land any of them yet?" I asked casually, taking another swig.

Butch frowned and didn't reply immediately, causing Boomer and I to burst into laughter.

"Shut up," Butch glared, "I'm working on it. And little brother, you better appreciate the hard work I put into getting them for you," he looked to Boomer. Boomer just frowned in response. Just then, music started to play and the lights on the center stage dimmer. "Shh, it's about to start," Butch whispered, leaning forward.

The lights came on to reveal three women dancing. All of them had on a tight little outfit that showcased their near-perfect assets. One was a blonde, one had black hair and one was a redhead. Taking a closer look at the redhead wrapped around the pole, I noticed she looked an awful lot like another redhead I knew...

Oh god, now I was seeing her everywhere. I'm definitely losing it.

After the music stopped, the three girls collectively walked over to our table. The blonde was in the middle, her sisters on either side of her.

"Now who's the lucky groom?" the salacious blonde asked flirtatiously. Her curled hair was up in pigtails and she had an exorbitant amount of makeup on, especially around her eyes. She was wearing a tiny sequined turquoise top that revealed a large amount of cleavage, a blue belly-button ring, a black ruffled skirt that barely covered her ass and black thigh-high leather boots. Actually, if she took off that body glitter... She'd look a lot like Bubbles.

"M-Me," Boomer squeaked. I think he realized the same thing.

"What's your name, cutie?" she giggled, leaning in closer to him. "I'm Brat."

"B-Boomer," he stuttered.

"It's nice to meet you, Boomer," she whispered huskily. Grabbing his tie, she forced him up. "Let's go to the back room so I can give you your wedding present," she led him away seductively. I looked back up to see Butch walk away with the green stripper (who looked unnaturally similar to another green-eyed girl Butch was after...).

Studying the redhead closer, maybe I wasn't crazy to think that she looked like Blossom. Her fiery red hair was held together with a messy crimson ribbon and like her other sisters, she had on an inordinate amount of make-up and body glitter. If she traded in her magenta corset, black ruffled 'skirt' and hot pink heels for something a little more respectable, I would've mistaken her for Blossom eight months ago.

"You look lonely, handsome. What's your name?" the stripper took a seat on the empty table, crossed her legs and put her eight-inch heeled feet a few inches to the right of me.

"Brick," I replied carelessly. Any other day, I might've been interested in the Blossom-doppelganger, but not today. I wasn't up for screwing around right now.

"I'm Berserk," she giggled, leaning in closer to me. If she was any closer, I'm pretty sure my head would've gotten lost in her cleavage. "You looking for a good time?" her lips curled into a grin.

"Yeah, I'm not really into paying for sex," I responded. Honestly, I kinda wanted to get this whore off of me so I could go home.

"You won't have to," she giggled, running her hands down my chest.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I stood up. Taking out my wallet, I pulled out a $100 bill and left it on the table. "That should take care of the beer," I told her. Eying her up and down, I added, "Use the extra to buy yourself something decent."

She looked at me, dumbfound, not sure how to reply. I smirked and walked off.

I could've easily nailed that Berserk chick, but I didn't. And I think it was because... Because I loved Blossom.

Damn, did I really pass up that ass for nothing? I hope not.

I was going to fix this. I wasn't sure how... But I was going to fix this.

...

The next day...

...

(Blossom's POV)

"No way. No way in hell!" Buttercup yelled.

"BC, calm down," I tried to assuage her.

"Nope. No. Hell no," she replied.

Bubbles' eyes started to water, "I can't believe it! How could they do this?

My eyes widened, "Not you too, Bubbles!"

She sniffled, "Now it's ruined! Everything's ruined!" she cried.

I sent a warning look to Buttercup, raising my eyebrow as if to ask 'happy?'.

Buttercup sighed and reluctantly started, "Don't cry, Bubbles. This is supposed to be a good day for you. Don't let something stupid like this get in your way."

"Yeah," I added, with a smile. "And there's still some time, so maybe we work on fixing it, okay?" I asked gently.

Her lip quivered, "O-Okay, you guys! You're the bestest sisters ever!" She wiped off her tears to give us a beaming smile.

"We know," Buttercup and I replied at the same time. We looked over to each other and grinned.

I picked up the three white boxes on the table and opened them up. Popping the lid off of the first one, I saw an elegant white dress with flecks of blue. That was Bubbles' dress. I passed it to her. The next box had a rose silk dress and I sighed. That was Buttercup's. And the last box had a huge emerald bridesmaid's dress. Yup, it was maternity sized- mine.

I can't believe those idiots screwed up our dresses.

I wasn't happy with the mix-up, but... I didn't want to verbalize those feelings and upset my sisters even more. I guess the tailor's mixed up our measurements two weeks ago. I could call them and see if they could fix the dresses... Or maybe if they could just whip up some more before... five hours from now.

But until then, I would the green dress and Buttercup would -reluctantly- wear the pink one. It wasn't going to be pleasant, but we cared about Bubbles and weren't going to ruin her big day.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" I grinned. "We've only got five hours to get you ready for the biggest day of your life, Bubbles!"

She squealed, "Let's get started!"

...

(Brick's POV)

"Wait, so let me hear if I heard you right..." Butch started, grinning. "You're on the other side of town and need us to pick you up? Oh, and you need us to bring you a pair of pants?"

"Some advil would be great too," Boomer groaned from the other side of the line.

"Little brother, I'm proud of you. On your wedding day, too!" Butch exclaimed.

"It wasn't like that... Brat and I didn't- OH SHIT, I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!"

"It's not too late to back out," Butch replied, pretending as if he cared.

"Ugh, can you guys just hurry?"

"Don't listen to Butch," I finally pipped in. "And we're almost there," I added as I hit the gas pedal once the light turned green.

"Thanks... And can we not mention any of this to Bubbles or her sisters?" Boomer asked hesitantly.

"What happens at the bachelor party, stays at the bachelor party," Butch put Boomer's fears to rest.

"Great. Can you-" Boomer stopped as I pulled in front of him. Taking a look at the guy in front of the abandoned warehouse, I couldn't help but chuckle. His normally perfect blond hair was disheveled, his shirt needed to be pressed, his tie was on backwards and his lack of pants was even funnier considering he had on blue boxers with white puppies on them.

"Dude," Butch said in between laughs. "What happened to you?" he held his head as he chuckled raucously.

"Nothing," Boomer grumbled as he climbed into my BMW. "At least nothing I need to tell you guys about," he muttered.

"What was that?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

"Forget about it," Boomer groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Need some coffee?" Butch inquired after he finished his laughing fit. "There's a Starbucks right here," he added. Boomer nodded, a thankful look on his face.

This guy needed a break. He obviously had a terrible (or amazing) night, but we only had a few hours until we had to be at the chapel.

"Let's get coffee, but then we need to get ready. Don't want to keep your bride waiting, do you?"

...

(Blossom's POV)

"You look gorgeous," I whispered to my little sister. Buttercup nodded in agreement.

Bubbles blushed. She was in a designer Vera Wang white strapless gown with blue accents. The neckline was straight all around and the corset helped push up certain assets. The corset stopped at the waist and then bushed out into a huge skirt that looked like it was supported by a hoop. There was a sheer gossamer layer over the entire dress and gems encrusted strategically. Every now and then, there was a cerulean fleck that complemented Bubbles' eyes perfectly. Her hair was up in an elegant up-do and she wore a light layer of make-up along with diamond earrings. So in a word- gorgeous.

"Thanks," she flushed. "I just hope Boomie likes it."

"Of course he will. Girl, you look fine," Buttercup grinned.

Bubbles smiled back, but suddenly, she faltered. "W-Where is Boomie? We've only got an hour until the wedding... Shouldn't he be here at the chapel already?" she asked, the worry seeping through her voice.

"I'm sure they're on their way," I allayed her concerns. "Plus, we've still got some time and-" I stopped when I heard the sound of an engine outside. Peeking through the window in the dressing room, I saw a black stretch limo pull up and out of it, stepped three men in tuxedos. Boomer, Butch and Brick. I couldn't help but note how great Brick looked in his black tux and red tie and vest combination. "Yeah, they're here," I turned away from the window to face my sisters.

Bubbles let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I was terrified he wasn't going to come!"

"Why wouldn't he?" Buttercup put a hand on Bubbles' shoulder in an attempt to lighten her spirits.

Her eyes started to water and her lip trembled, "You're right! Why would Boomer want to marry me?"

Buttercup's eyes widened, "That is not what I said!"

I was about to step in when my phone went off. Glancing at the number, I recognized it as the tailor. "Um, I've got to take this. Buttercup, make sure she doesn't start crying!"

Buttercup sent me a terrified look and I returned it with an apologetic smile. Picking up the hem of my green dress, I stepped out of the dressing room and walked out to the side of the chapel. I flicked the touchscreen of my phone and put the handheld to my ear.

"Are the dresses done yet?" I started.

...

(Brick's POV)

After we got Boomer to calm the hell down, we went back to our place to get ready. The tailors had sent over our tuxedos and it didn't take too long for us to put them on. As soon as we were done, we hopped into the limo Boomer had ordered and arrived at the chapel.

I felt kinda stupid in this penguin suit, but I thought the crimson vest and tie was a nice touch. My brothers were wearing the same thing, except Boomer's tie and vest were sapphire, Butch's were jade. We walked into the men's dressing room where we'd wait until the wedding started. I could just tell that Boomer was nervous out of his mind and who could blame him? The guy was getting married in an hour.

I let my thoughts drift off to Blossom. What was she wearing? How was she handling the wedding? Was she thinking about me too?

I cursed myself for thinking such silly and inane thoughts. I mean seriously, what the hell? I needed to take a breath of fresh air, so I excused myself from my brothers and stepped into the lobby. I didn't really want to talk to anyone; I just needed to get my thoughts together.

"Hello, Brick," I heard a familiar, feminine voice say from behind me. Apparently, we all had different plans. I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not her.

"What do you want, Sara Bellum?" I growled as I spun around.

She returned my scowl with a gentle smile, "Just wanted to see how you were doing, Brick."

"I'm doing fine. Now go away," I replied caustically. Why the hell was she here anyway?

I swear she read my thoughts because she answered, "Boomer invited me. And I was actually just looking for Blossom," she explained. "You doing the same thing?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Wha-No!" I stammered. I most certainly was not looking for Blossom.

"Right," Sara gave me a knowing smile. "Don't think you can fool me, Brick."

I narrowed my eyes, "You don't even know me," I spat. Why did she think she did?

"I never said that," she clarified. Taking a breath of air, she added, "Brick, I lie the same way, so I can tell."

"I will never be like you," I growled, my voice barely a low whisper.

"You're saying you're not ambitious?" she whispered. Continuing, her voice became louder with each word, "Prideful? Too hung up on your own problems to see that there's someone out there who needs you? Too weak to take responsibility for the children you're bringing into this world?"

I would've replied to her comment with a caustic remark, but I didn't. ...I couldn't. How could I when her words were true?

She sighed, "Brick, Blossom loves you. I know she does."

"You don't know anything," I muttered, almost childishly. Were we making up for all those lost years now?

"I know you love her too," Sara murmured, taking a step closer to me. She put her warm hand gently on my cheek. "You're not a bad person, Brick."

"I'm a monster," my eyes fell downcast. I wanted to rip her hand off of my face, but I couldn't. It was so warm... And lovely. Motherly.

"No, you're not," she said, more forcefully this time. "Right now you're pretending to be. Trying to fool yourself into thinking you're some douchy man-whore, but you're not. You're kind, and clever and intelligent and... And a great guy. You're the guy Blossom fell in love with. She's heartbroken because she thinks you don't exist anymore. But I know you do."

"I..." I was a loss for words. How was it that Sara said the most comforting words I've heard in such a long time?

"Go show her you're really here," she whispered, giving me a reassuring smile.

"I will," I replied confidently.

"Good," Sara gave me a little nod and turned away.

"Hey, um," I started, trying to get her attention. She turned around and looked at me. "Uh, thanks," I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"Anytime," she beamed before walking off.

So maybe I was wrong about her... Maybe Sara wasn't so bad after all.

...

(Omniscient POV)

About five men stood in an abandoned warehouse. All of them were green and had greasy black hair. One particular man stood out among them, with his shiny black sunglasses, it was obvious that he was the leader of the pack.

"Not scared of me, I'll show her!" he growled.

"Acess, letsss teach her a lessson," one of the men said.

"You know I will," he glowered.

"Duh, are we talking about that, duh, pretty girl you were talking to yesterday on duh phone?" the largest man asked.

"Who else?" the little one said, a twinge of a Latin accent in his words. "Boss, let's bring her back here and give her a good scare. She'll know better than to not fear you!"

"That's not a bad idea," Ace commented as he played with the toothpick in his teeth.

"Wait, if she's at a wedding with a bunch of other people, how we will know who's her?" the little one inquired.

"She'll be the bridesmaid in green. I just know it," Ace chuckled.

"Soundss like our kind of girl. Letss go."

...

(Brick's POV)

After Sara left, I made up my mind to go talk to Blossom. If Sara was right, then Blossom still loved me. All I had to do was prove I was a good guy. And the first step towards that would be to find her and talk to her. I wasn't just doing it for me, because I loved her; I wanted to be on good terms with her for the kids too. They were coming soon and I didn't want them to grow up without both of their parents.

I looked outside the window and Blossom was still on the phone in the courtyard. I pulled out my phone to check the time. Good, I still had some before I had to report back here for the ceremony. Taking a quick final glance at her, I couldn't help but note how odd she looked in green. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's gorgeous in everything (and nothing at all), but she never wore green. It looked more like Butch or Buttercup's color.

...God, I sound ridiculous. It's a damn color, moron, stop freaking out. Just go talk to her and quit wasting your time.

Inhaling, I straightened out my tux and walked out of the chapel. I rounded the corner of the church, ready for the worst. I was prepared for her to dump me on my ass, flat out reject me or worse.

...But I wasn't ready to see this.

Where Blossom once stood was a single diamond earring and a note. I shoved the earring in my pocket and picked up the paper. I scanned the mismatched letters and it didn't take long for me to realize this was a ransom note.

Someone took Blossom. Some freaking criminal kidnapped my Blossom and abducted my children.

I couldn't contain my anger.

I was furious. Enraged. Incensed. Ferocious. Infuriated. Raging. Fuming. Boiling. Livid. And every single other adjective for the word 'angry' you could think of. I felt fire pulse through my veins as I clutched the flimsy note, growling in frustration. Suddenly, I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of stomach.

Where was Blossom? Was she okay? What about the kids?

If anything happened to her... If anything happened to her, I don't know if I could survive. I loved her. And what if I never got to tell her? What if this was the end? I swallowed.

"Dude, what are you doing out here?" Butch approached me and tore me away from my thoughts. I must've looked like shit, because Butch immediately frowned as asked, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, not trusting words to come out.

"What is that?" Butch took the paper from my fists. As he scanned the document, I could see the color drain from my face. "They took Buttercup," he murmured. Immediately, his eyes darkened.

"Yeah- Wait, what the hell?" I looked at him quizzically. "They took Blossom."

He flashed me a confused look, "No, right here- it says Buttercup," he pointed to her name on the note. Huh, how'd I miss that?

"But Blossom was out here just a second ago," I replied, scanning the area for some other sign of her.

"Buttercup's the one that's missing," Butch stated, balling his fists.

"I'm missing what?" a familiar voice laughed as she walked to our side. It took me a moment to recognize her in that pink dress, but it was Buttercup.

"Buttercup!" Butch exclaimed. "You're alive!" he cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into an embrace.

Peeling herself from his grasp, she said with an uneasy smile, "Why wouldn't I be? ...Anyways, we need to go back-" she stopped when she made eye contact with me. "Brick, what the hell? You look a five year old who just learned that the Easter Bunny doesn't exist."

My jaw tightened as Butch handed the note to Buttercup. She too read it and in an instant, her eyes were wide in fury.

"No frickin' way," she growled. She looked back up at us, "We've got to save her."

"I know. Whoever took her is going to pay," I snarled.

"You guys, what's the hold up?" Boomer poked his head out of the window.

"Don't worry about it," I shook my head. I looked at him, then at Butch and Buttercup, "You guys stay here for the wedding. I'll take care of this."

"I don't think so. If Blossom's been kidnapped, I'm personally kicking someone's-" Buttercup was interrupted.

"Blossom's been kidnapped?" Boomer exclaimed.

"BLOSSOM'S BEEN KIDNAPPED?"

I looked around to hear the source of that shriek and saw Bubbles standing inside, her hands over her mouth.

"Bubbles!" Boomer was surprised she was there. Then he cringed, "Crap, it's bad luck to see you before the wedding."

Bubbles ignored him and stared back at us. "Where's Blossom?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice even. It was obvious that she was shaking.

"We don't know," I replied.

"I'm not getting married without her," Bubbles said adamantly. We all started to say something, trying to change her mind, but she stopped us, "And that's final. I wouldn't be here with Boomer unless Blossom helped us back together. And I want my niece and nephew with me."

"Yeah," Boomer agreed, "I think Bubbles is right." She flashed him a smile. "S-Should we call the police?" he asked hesitantly.

"No!" Buttercup and Butch yelled in response.

"I mean, um," Buttercup coughed, "Let's not. I think I know who's behind all of this," she said darkly.

"Good," I muttered. I don't know who took her, but I did know that they weren't getting off easy.

They're gonna wish they never messed with the love of my life.

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