Hello there! I'm back with another chapter! :D I guess this weekend has just had me on a bit of a writing binge.
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Butch sat on the couch watching Belladonna babble pointlessly to her stuffed puppy – the only birthday present not abandoned by now, nearly seven months later – as he waited for Buttercup to come downstairs. He bounced his heel on the carpet. He needed her to hurry up, or he was going to lose his nerve.
That's right. For the first time since their little Belladonna was born, they were going to have a date night.
And Butch was terrified. They'd never both left her for the nighttime at the same time before. Would she even be able to go through her bedtime routine without them there? Mommy had the best tubby time games, and he did the best story voices. How would she possibly get through the night without them?
He cracked his knuckles. It probably didn't help that Buttercup had been incredibly cryptic about who was going to be watching BD. Butch foolishly assumed it was going to be the Professor since the man was always clamoring to see the kids (since these developmental ages were skipped for him the first time around), but apparently that wasn't the case. He was out of town, for some science convention thing (Butch could never remember the ridiculously long names of the stupid things) and Brick was gone with him.
Bubbles' house was being quarantined since the twins had matching ear infections, so no way in hell was his baby going over there.
Even Robin and Mike couldn't do it because Robin recently found out she was pregnant again and was exhausted (and violently sick) this time around. And Mike, while a decent enough guy, got overwhelmed by his own kid. He'd never be able to handle an X-enhanced kid without Robin at her best too.
And Buttercup made it quite clear that Mojo and HIM were not to be left alone with their daughter. Ever. The level of destruction to their home would be…
Well, let's just say Butch didn't really blame her for making that call.
But who the hell was left? Did they know anybody else who had ever been a parent? And wasn't booked? SHE DIDN'T HIRE A STRANGER, DID SHE?!
Nope. No way in hell. Date night was cancelled. No stranger was being trusted with his baby girl! Didn't his wife watch the news?!
CRACK.
Uh…oops. Apparently his leg bouncing had gotten a little more violent than expected and now there was a nice dent in the floor where his heel had been.
Just gonna move the couch up a little further until they could properly fix it later. NO need to worry about that right now.
Right now he needed to stop Buttercup from getting ready. If she got fully ready before he stopped her, there was no was she'd let him call it off.
Unfortunately, he heard her descending the stairs. So he hurriedly stood and said, "Buttercup, I don't know about this. Maybe we shouldn't –"
Oh damn. It looked like his beautiful little Spitfire was taking this date night very seriously. That little black dress clung to her like a practical second skin and – was that new? Butch would have remembered seeing this little number before.
And she even broke out the red lipstick for the occasion. God, he loved how it looked on her.
"Don't even think about it, Butch. I just spent the last two hours preparing for this, inclusive of shaving everything, so we're going. Belladonna will be fine for one night."
How could she just casually throw that into conversation?! God, he couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex that wasn't rushed or already had them a little (sometimes a lot) sweaty. Well, if that was his reward for letting his daughter be watched for the night then –
No – wait! He still didn't want a stranger watching BD!
"Spitfire, I really don't like the idea of trusting her with a stranger."
She stared blankly at him. "Did you seriously think I would ever do that? Of course I didn't ask a stranger."
"Well then who did you ask?"
Butch then heard a little gasp from behind him followed by the pitter patter of running little feet.
"Mommy pitty!"
"Awh, thanks, honey."
Butch scooped BD up. "I agree. Mommy looks very pretty."
His wife smiled warmly at him. "Thank you."
"So if it's not a stranger, who is it? Did Blossom change her mind?"
Buttercup snorted. "Uh, no." Then there was a knock at the door. "Looks like the mystery is about to be solved."
She opened the door to reveal a familiar face, but that was where Butch's joy about ended. The slightly buck toothed grin would have been a welcome sight at just about any other time, but seriously?!
"Unca Mitch!" Belladonna cheered. "Unca Mitch!" She began to squirm. "Daddy – down!"
Reluctantly, Butch put her down, and she bolted straight for her honorary uncle. Mitch scooped her up, immediately tossing her in the air.
"Hey there, Bella-Bella! How's my favorite little person?"
"Unca Mitch!" She clung to his neck in a tight hug.
"And look whose Mommy is actually dressing up like a lady! Didn't know you had it in you still, Butters," Mitch teased.
Buttercup rolled her eyes before giving her honorary brother a half hug to avoid squishing B and a quick kiss on his cheek. "Oh shut up. Thank you for doing this."
"Sure thing. I figured I have date nights every other day of the week, so why not let someone else have a turn?"
Butch chuckled. Some things never changed. Mitch lived for the bachelor's life and getting to be the "cool" uncle suited him just fine.
Buttercup insisted Mitch had his eye on someone special but was just too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it. This fact remained to be seen. Plus, with his travel photography, Mitch was often gone for weeks at a time anyway. Butch couldn't imagine going weekswithout seeing Buttercup or Belladonna. It sounded like a special brand of torture. So Butch suspected that also played a factor in the playboy's lifestyle choice.
"Emergency numbers are on the fridge. Here's the list of times for her to eat, to take a bath, have a story read, and put her to bed. There's step-by-step instructions, and I e-mailed you links to several how-to videos on Tuesday. Did you watch them?" Buttercup rattled off.
Butch blinked. Damn. He'd have to tell Blossom that all her planning skills were not entirely lost on Buttercup because hell if he would have thought of half that shit.
"Butters, I got this covered, okay? Now you two crazy kids go out and have a good time. Bella-Bella and I will hold down the fort." Mitch starting pushing his wife towards the door.
"Okay, okay!" Buttercup took a deep breath before giving BD a big kiss on the cheek. "Bye-bye, Belladonna. Mommy loves you. Be good for Uncle Mitch, okay?"
"Bye-bye, Mommy!"
Buttercup looked at Butch and, with a sigh, took the car keys. "I'll be in the car."
Butch walked over to Mitch and smoothed back BD's hair. "This is my baby girl. You know that, right?"
Mitch faked a gasp. "Really? Man, thanks for letting me know! In case the eyes weren't a dead giveaway."
Smart ass. "I'm trusting you to take care of her."
"She'll be fine, Butch."
"If she gets hurt, I will make sure no one finds your body. You got that, Mitchelson?"
With a roll of his eyes, Mitch chuckled. "I get it. Seriously. I won't let anything happen to her. Butters would kill me before you even had the chance."
Butch knew that was probably true, but it still needed to be said!
"As long as we're clear."
"Crystal. Now Bella-Bella, say 'bye' to Daddy."
"Bye-bye Daddy!" Belladonna smiled and rapidly opened and closed her hand in her little baby wave.
Butch felt that like a hit to the chest. She didn't even seem sad he was leaving. "O-okay. Bye-bye, Belladonna. Daddy loves you."
But apparently her "bye-bye" had been his cue to go because his baby girl simply waved once more before pulling on Mitch's hair with a giggle. "Unca Mitch!"
He went outside and woodenly climbed into the driver's seat of his Escalade. Then he released a sigh, feeling like something sank to the pit of his stomach. Did his little girl really not even need him anymore?
Then Butch felt a warm hand cover his as Buttercup offered him a wistful smile with a couple of tears in her eyes.
"Who knew we'd become such saps, huh?" Buttercup murmured.
"She barely even noticed we left," Butch said, hearing his voice catch.
"She's just a baby, Butch. She loves us. And I'm sure she'll give Mitch hell later when she wants one of us for something." Buttercup squeezed his hand. "But we haven't done anything for just us in awhile. Is it wrong to want just a few hours to spend with you?"
His lips tugged into a slight smile. "Nah. Besides, it would be a crime not to show you off in that dress."
She smirked. "So we're doing this?"
With a deep breath, Butch nodded and started the car. "Yeah. Yeah, we are."
Then he pulled out of the driveway and drove towards the restaurant.
However, upon being seated at their table, they realized there was only one real topic they wanted to talk about.
"Did you see how long Belladonna floated for the other day? It was a solid five minutes! She is going to be flying soon," Buttercup relayed with a shake of her head. "The little bugger is growing up so fast. I can't believe it."
"That's awesome! She's gonna be the best flier of all the kids. And the best fighter. BD could probably save Townsville on her own."
"Don't tell our siblings that."
"Not my fault we have the best baby."
"It was inevitable, really."
Butch smirked. "I miss her."
After a breathy laugh, Buttercup sighed. "Me too."
He chuckled with an eye roll. "Remember when we used to be cool?"
"Hey, I'm still cool."
"Cooler then."
"Yeah. Those were some crazier times," Buttercup admitted. "Is it weird to say that I wouldn't trade this for anything though?"
"Nah. I wouldn't trade you or BD for the world."
She grinned. "Big words coming from a former villain."
Butch couldn't help but snicker. "Yeah, well. It's your fault. Making me fall in love with you and shit. Clutch move for the superhero."
Her cheeks tinged that pleasant pink he liked so much. Butch honestly couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen it. Damn. Had it really been that long since he reminded her how much he loved her?
"In case I don't say it enough, I love you, Spitfire."
She laced her fingers through his. "I love you too, Butch."
God, even holding her hand still sent a thrill through him. And if the dewy look in her eyes was any indication, tonight was going to be one of the few nights where the phrase "make love" might actually qualify.
She was perfect.
Buttercup's phone vibrated on the table, and she released a breath. She flipped it around to show Butch a picture of Belladonna in her PJs with a big grin. The text underneath said, "Time for bed! Good night Mommy and Daddy!"
"See? You were worried he wouldn't know what he was doing."
Butch rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. So he didn't completely fuck it up."
"Doesn't it suck when I'm right?"
Not as much as the little circles she was tracing on his hands were reminding him how much it sucked they were still in public. And were still waiting for dessert before they were supposed to go out dancing.
Jesus, couldn't they just skip to the part where he got to worship her body already?
She also very clearly picked chocolate-covered strawberries with a side of whipped cream on purpose. The deliberate way she ate them? Oh, it was all part of her evil plan to seduce him.
Not that he was complaining.
But if he thought dessert was bad, the dancing was pure torture. The dress hugged her body, and she hadn't lost the ability to roll her hips in a way that made Butch want to reach out and grab her.
And that kiss she planted on him? Whoo boy, did that travel straight south.
The entire ride home the car buzzed with an almost electric energy that he hadn't felt in the longest time. This date night had definitely been a long time coming.
When they arrived home, as much as Butch had one destination in mind, he knew they needed to check on BD and relieve Mitch from his duties first. Butch kept a laser focus on the tasks at hand, bee-lining straight for Belladonna's room, Buttercup right behind him.
He cracked the door open and saw Mitch passed out in the rocking recliner in the corner of the room. Belladonna, mercifully, lay peacefully sleeping in her crib. Absently, Butch noticed the room seemed messier than when they left, but he didn't really care about that right now.
"All good here. Come on, let's go!" His excitement caused his wife to chuckle.
"Shouldn't we wake Mitch up first?"
Butch kissed her neck, eliciting a moan. "Come on, Spitfire. He's out cold. Why disturb him?"
"…okay." With that breathy reply, Butch hoisted her over his shoulder and zipped back to their room.
She'd looked so good in it that he almost felt bad about ripping the dress.
Almost.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Holy shit. Had sex always been that good? Or had it really been that long?"
"Best date night ever," Buttercup rasped out in pants.
"Hell yeah," Butch agreed. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her temple. "All right. I'm gonna go get Mitch the hell out of our house so we can get some sleep."
Buttercup hummed before her phone buzzed. As Butch slipped on some basketball shorts, she checked it, and her jaw dropped. Almost immediately after, she choked out a laugh and clamped a hand over her mouth. Unable to get words out around her laughter, she handed him the phone.
On it was a text from Mitch.
"I am never babysitting for you again. Your daughter threw a hissy fit about five minutes after you left, destroying everything in sight. It was a miracle I even got her to sleep. And then, imagine my surprise, when I wake up from my accidental nap to the wonderful sounds of sex through the paper thin walls of your house! You are the worst! EVER! D:"
Another message followed.
"I will also never hear Butch's name the same way again. So thanks for that."
And one final one.
"I'm not even sorry I left your house a mess. You two are animals anyway. Glad you enjoyed your date night! Just not thrilled I heard it firsthand. -.-'"
While he read the messages, Buttercup slipped on her robe. "Come on. Let's go assess the damage."
The two tiptoed down the living room and saw Mitch wasn't kidding. Every child's toy and every pillow was strewn throughout the room. There were even a couple of tiny imprints in the carpet from where Belladonna most likely threw herself on the floor and pounded her fists.
And if they thought the living room was bad, BD's room was somehow worse. Every article of clothing their child owned was thrown about the room.
Apparently she hadn't been very happy that her parents left for the night after all.
"And you were worried she didn't love us," Buttercup teased. "Though we should probably work on this reaction before she's old enough for school…"
Butch shrugged. "Yeah, but that and the house can be a tomorrow problem."
"Agreed."
As they returned to their own room, Butch playfully slapped her ass. She shot him a questioning look.
"I'd say that date night was worth the mess."
She smiled warmly at him. "Totally worth it."
And, as much as Butch wished he had the energy in him for a round two, he passed out the second his head hit the pillow.
Best. Date Night. Ever.
And tomorrow? A return to regular parenthood.
And some part of Butch truly couldn't wait.
Poor Mitch, lol. I tortured him so.
Again, I have a few more ideas before we hit kindergarten, but if there are any toddler shenanigans you'd like to see, feel free to let me know!
I hope you enjoyed! If you did and you have the time, I'd love to hear your thoughts in a review.
Thank you so much for reading!
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