Hello there! Here's the next little installment for this series. It was quite fun to write!

I would like to thank erinbabycakes456 (it deletes your name if I put the period in it!) for the prompt idea! I hope it fits the bill!

As always, I own nothing and am just putting words on paper.

Please enjoy! :)

There were few things Butch was certain of in this world. But one thing he knew for sure was his wife was lucky he was so damn useful. Otherwise, she might have to hire someone else to fix the kitchen sink.

Good thing he was here to do it for her! Where would she be without him? She'd practically begged him to do it!

"Butch, I really think we need to hire a professional."

"I am a professional!"

"Yeah – at demolishing! I need the sink fixed – not made worse!"

"Babe, I got this."

"…you have three days before I call someone who knows what they're doing."

Yup! Practically begging!

As he laid under the sink with wrench in hand, he had his phone balanced in the pipes with a "how to" video playing quietly.

Now…did he loosen this part? Or tighten it? How the hell was he supposed to know?! The guy was going too fast!

Plus, he'd hate to break the pipes from his sheer, brute strength!

…and he'd be damned if his wife called in someone else.

Unfortunately, absorbed in the task at hand as he was, he failed to hear the tiny pitter patter of eighteen-month-old feet.

"Daddy? What doing?"

Butch tried sitting up abruptly on instinct, forgetting he was underneath the sink, effectively whacking his head off the pipe in front of him and letting a swear slip out. He slid out from the cabinet and saw a big pair of emerald eyes looking at him with furrowed brows over them.

Then she cocked her head and repeated, "Fuck?"

Oh shit. Oh fucking shit! He was toast. His beautiful Spitfire would roast him on a spit for teaching their baby girl a swear word – the swear word!

"Shhhh! BD, no. We don't say that word." Butch glanced around nervously. His wife couldn't be far behind the toddler.

"No fuck?"

With a flinch, Butch suppressed a groan. Dead man walking. "Right. Good girls don't say that word."

Dammit brain! Now was not the time to think about the numerous times his supposed "good girl" of a wife uttered the same expletive.

"What word?"

With a manly yelp, Butch scrambled to his feet. "Spitfire, baby! What are you doing in here?"

An inky eyebrow cocked as Buttercup regarded him suspiciously before gesturing to their daughter. "Trying to find the crib escapee. Now – what word?"

"Buttercup, really! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Belladonna toddled over to Buttercup and smiled. "Mommy!"

She scooped up their daughter and snuggled her close. "What are you doing out of your crib at nap time?"

Proving once again just how much she was his child, BD simply gave her mommy a too-big-to-be-innocent grin and giggled.

"All right. Take two it is then."

Did he really get away with this?! Oh merciful God in heaven, thank –

"Mommy? What 'fuck?'"

Buttercup froze before turning her gaze to Butch. Ohhh that was not a good look. "Belladonna, where did you hear that word?"

Come on, BD! Be daddy's little angel and just don't –

"Daddy!"

Whelp. What was a good epitaph? Had he even remembered to draft a will?

With grit teeth, Buttercup put Belladonna back down. "Well, we don't say that word."

"Daddy say fuck."

"That's because your daddy's dumb."

"Dumb fuck?"

Oh ho! What was that? A snort! That was a snort! Ha! Buttercup was trying to hide it, but he knew the sound of her stifled laughter anywhere! She thought this was funny. Which, really, it kind of was. That little voice saying that word? Who wouldn't laugh?!

"You have no idea," Buttercup murmured. "But do Mommy a favor – no more saying that word."

Belladonna pouted. "Why?"

"Because," Buttercup knelt to eye level with their daughter and leaned in. "If you say it again, I'll have to tell Auntie Blossom. And Auntie Blossom hates that word. It makes Auntie Blossom very angry."

His little girl gasped. "No!"

Oh, right. That's one person who would probably not laugh…

"And what happens if Auntie Blossom gets angry?"

"ICY SPANKING! NOOOO!" And like a flash, this toddler tore out of the room.

Butch gaped at her. "What the hell have you been telling our daughter about your sister?"

With a chuckle, Buttercup shrugged as she rose to standing. "Blossom gave Bryson the idea that if he misbehave I'll steal his teeth to pawn off to the tooth fairy or some shit. This only seemed fair." Then her lips pursed. "Besides, should you really be lecturing me on what we're teaching our daughter right now?"

Butch grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Spitfire. It was an accident!"

She rolled her eyes. "I know that. You seriously think you'd still be walking if I thought you did this on purpose?"

Fair point…

"Besides, as long as she never says it in front of other people I don't really care. But if she repeats it?" Buttercup grinned. A rather evil grin. "I'm handing you over to the 'Language!' police."

He grimaced. For all their kindness, his sisters-in-law were fucking terrifying sometimes. Especially when it came to their kids. Butch had been chided on more than one occasion for saying "sucks" when being in the same house as Bubbles' kids. Was sucks even a swear word?! Seriously! Butch shuddered. He'd still been careful ever since. No need to trigger a "hardcore" Mama Bubbles. No thank you.

"Understood."

"And I'm calling a professional."

"What?! But babe, I've got this!"

That withering look told him not to press his luck. "O-okay! You got it. I'll uh…I'll go watch Belladonna."

"Try not to teach her anymore colorful language while I make the call, okay?" That smirk didn't quite reach her eyes so…okay. Definitely only kind of a joke.

"Of course not!" He released a breath of a relief as he wandered towards the living room where he found their daughter. "You almost got daddy it big trouble, you know that?"

For a moment, BD stared at him with those big eyes of hers, looking so innocent he almost believed she didn't know what she did. But, true to form, she simply smirked with a little cackle escaping her lips a moment later.

If Butch wasn't so grateful he had escaped getting his ass handed to him, he might have considered how sad it was that his eighteen-month-old was outsmarting him already. Which definitely didn't bode well for the future. But, alas, those were future thoughts. And right now Butch was just happy he had a present.

And that concludes this little moment in their life! :D I have about three more of these planned before we hit kindergarten, so if there's any other toddler shenanigans you'd like to see, feel free to let me know, and I will do my best to work it in if it doesn't directly conflict with something I have planned. :)

As always, if you have the time, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Love and Rockets,

Stranique