Hello again! Here's the next installment for my "dad Butch" series - quite the troublesome tot BD is turning out to be. ;]
I would like to thank erinbabycakes456 (it deletes your name if I put the period in it!) for the prompt idea!
Hope you all enjoy!
Butch sat on the couch, flipping through channels, enjoying the brief respite from children's educational programming. There was only so much colorful, earsplitting television he could tolerate. The freedom was so nice that it seemed impossible to choose a show to watch!
His wife, on the other hand, was starting to attempt potty training their increasingly feisty two-year-old.
Why his rather pregnant wife insisted upon starting this today of all days Butch had no idea. But he learned the first time around not to question his hormonal Spitfire.
He quite liked his head attached to his body, thank you.
Butch finally settled on some South Park rerun he hadn't been allowed to watch in months. He leaned forward due to having the volume on low. They weren't quite sure how developed BD's super-hearing was and after the…swear word incident…Buttercup and Butch agreed to be careful. They had avoided the wrath of her sisters so far, but Butch didn't want to take any chances.
No more hardcore moments. Please God…never again!
He only just began getting immersed in the show when he heard it. The one sound he hoped not to hear in this moment.
"BUUUUUTCH!" Angry.
"DAAAAAAAAAAADDY!" Not so angry. That ended with a giggle.
Uh oh. This meant his precious daughter did something bad. Something that was likely his fault.
Greaaaat.
Butch stood and climbed the stairs to the open door of their bathroom. Once there, he saw Buttercup tapping her foot, a fierce glare in her lime green eyes. Her arms were crossed, resting atop her five months pregnant belly. That was not a happy wife.
BD, on the other hand, stood on the floor with the most self-satisfied smirk he'd ever seen on a toddler. His heart swelled with pride at the familiar expression. God, how could Buttercup be mad at someone so adorable?!
"Hey…what's goin' on?"
Buttercup shook her head and merely gestured to the floor next to the toilet. For some reason the floor was wet. Why was the floor wet…?
"Daddy! Went potty!" BD exclaimed, clapping her hands.
"Good girl! Daddy's proud of you!" Butch joined in the clapping until he caught the dark look from his wife. "Uh…isn't this a good thing, babe? I thought this is what you wanted?"
"It would be if she went in the potty."
Wait – what? What did she mean by -?
Butch's eyes drifted to the wet floor once again.
"Oh no…"
"Oh yes. But wait – it gets better." Buttercup cleared her throat. "Go ahead, BD. Tell Daddy what you told me."
Those big emerald eyes looked up at him with such joy that his heart panged.
"Pee like Daddy!"
Well that certainly hadn't been what he'd been expecting.
"What?"
"Pee like Daddy! Uppy!"
Butch scooped her up without thinking about it, trying to piece her words together.
Buttercup sighed. "You're really struggling with the thought train today, huh?"
"No! I just don't know how I pee? How is it special?"
The withering look she gave him did not bode well. "You stand, you idiot."
Right, of course he did! But that was normal, wasn't it? Nothing special about that at all.
Oh. Oops. Unless one was a little girl, he supposed. Little girls couldn't really…uh…do that so well. They lacked the proper equipment to avoid making quite such a mess.
"But why?"
His wife shook her head. "I told you not to piss in here when it's bath time."
"I can't control my bladder!"
"I know. But pee outside or something! I don't want piss on my floor."
"BD, why didn't you sit on the potty?" Butch turned the conversation towards the true culprit as he set her back on the floor.
She looked up at him, brow furrowed. "Daddy no sit."
Butch nervously chuckled while Buttercup smirked. She knew he was going to have a horrible time trying to talk his way out of this one. "Right, baby girl. But that's because…uh…" He locked eyes with the expectant toddler, and the skepticism in her gaze made him blurt the first thing that came to mind.
Hovering his hand a few inches above Buttercup's head, he declared," Because you have to be this tall to go potty standing up."
BD narrowed her eyes as Buttercup snorted, hiding a grin behind her hand. His daughter cocked her head. "Taller than Mommy?"
"Exactly. That's why Mommy sits on the potty too."
BD considered this while Buttercup leaned over to him and whispered, "You better hope she never catches her cousins or other kids her age peeing standing up to pee. Or there's going to be hell to pay."
He grimaced. Truthfully, he hadn't considered that. Whatever would get her to sit instead of stand for now and not pee all over Mommy's floor would be good enough for him.
"Okay, Daddy. Sit on potty." BD nodded in agreement to these terms. "Now play!"
"Sure, honey. Daddy just has to clean the bathroom first and then he'll join us!" Buttercup picked their daughter up. "I look forward to your Daddy potty training your baby brother given his brilliant word choices of today."
Butch locked eyes with his wife who just smirked in return once more before carrying their daughter out of the – still wet – bathroom.
Shit. That appointment had only been a couple of weeks ago! How could he forget they were having a boy next?! If he ever got walked in on by BD, Butch was going to have some awkward explaining to do. The exact awkward explaining he'd been trying to avoid I the first place!
Fuck his life.
So as Butch lamented his rather short-sighted decision, he set about cleaning the bathroom.
Thank you all for reading! :) I hope you're enjoying this little universe! If there's any other toddler requests, please let me know. Otherwise, only one more chapter until we hit kindergarten, if you can believe it!
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Love and Rockets,
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