Hello everybody! I'm so sorry for the delay in getting out another chapter/drabble here. Life just got away from me.

This one is kind of a combination of a few prompts that I got from ButchBC Lover, erinbabycakes456 (though there is a period between erin and baby! Fanfiction is just weird when I try to include it!), and Carriedreamer. There will be more on this topic later, of course, that might be a little more in line with some of the requests, but I hope you all enjoy this regardless!

As always, I own nothing! Just putting words on a page!

Enjoy!

Butch liked to believe himself to be a man with few regrets. Sure, his childhood could be considered…less than ideal by most. But it got him to where he was now, so no complaints there. After all, he'd never have met his total babe of a wife if not for being created to destroy her. Luckily, he now only got to "destroy" her in the most pleasurable of ways…

Point being, there were very few things Butch wanted to change about his life up to this moment. However, he now realized one fatal error he and Buttercup both made.

Waiting until they were seven months deep to reveal to their toddler a sibling would be arriving soon.

"No."

Butch sighed. They'd been at this for over an hour, phrasing the question a million and one ways, but BD's answer remained the same. She, quite adamantly, had no desire for a sibling.

"But, sweetie, wouldn't it be cool to have a little buddy you could show the ropes to?"

Belladonna gave her mother a withering look. If it were any other situation, Butch wouldn't be able to keep himself from outright laughing at how much she looked like her mother when she wore that expression. Unfortunately, laughing at this moment would likely get him a temperamental (hormonal) fist to the nuts.

"No, Mommy. No sibling."

Buttercup looked up at him, eyes wide with desperation and exasperation. None of her attempts worked so far. But, for all her wisdom, his wife often forgot their daughter was much like them – the passive, flowery type of reveal would never work for her.

Never to fear! Butch was here to break the news. Quickly, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Well, baby girl, I'm sorry to say you don't really have a choice. You have a little brother on the way."

There. That oughta suffice. After all, he and Buttercup weren't often ones to beat around the bush and were better off for it! So his little girl was bound to be the same –

"NO!" BD shrieked, face turning red. "NO, NO, NO, NO!"

"Nice going, Butch," Buttercup muttered.

He gaped at her. "You weren't getting anywhere fast! What the hell else was I supposed to do?"

"You could try being a little subtle for once in your life."

"That wasn't working!"

"Did you have to say it so harshly though? She's not even two!"

"Our little girl is tough!"

"NO SIBLING!"

Butch sighed as Buttercup groaned, threading her fingers through her hair. Her lime green gaze locked on his own, tears welling in her eyes. (Ah, the wonders of pregnancy…) "Butch, what are we going to do? She's going to hate her brother! And then we'll have two superpowered babies trying to kill each other, just like we tried to kill each other, and I don't want either of my babies to diiiiiie."

He gathered her in his arms for a hug as she devolved into sobs. God, the last few months were always a fucking nightmare with her. His normally take-no-shit wife got weepy over the weirdest shit.

(Not that he'd ever admit out loud that he kind of loved how clingy she got later in pregnancy. His little Spitfire loved a good cuddle after a hormone-induced sob fest, and he was more than happy to oblige. However, he made the mistake of mentioning it once when she was pregnant with BD, and he ended up sleeping on the couch for two weeks. Nope. Never again.)

"She's not going to try to kill her brother."

"You don't know that!"

"NO SIBLING!"

Oh, for the love…

Butch gave Buttercup a tight squeeze before turning to his little girl and lifting her up. "All right, crankypants. Why don't you want a sibling?"

"Mmnot crankypants. Daddy crankypants," BD huffed.

Well, she wasn't exactly wrong. But he only had so much patience for these ridiculous temper tantrums. He thought he had a few more months before the terrible twos, but nooo. Not his daughter. She insisted on entering them early. (He could only pray she exited them early too, or he was in for a rough couple of years.)

"Listen, baby girl," Butch began. "Don't you love your Auntie Bubbles and Auntie Blossom?"

Her emerald green eyes narrowed at him. Another look stolen straight off her mother's face. "…yes."

"And what about your Uncle Boomer and Uncle Brick?"

"…yes."

"Do you know what they are?"

"What?"

"Our siblings."

BD scrunched her nose. Clearly, she hadn't been ready for this answer.

And yes. Butch did take joy in the victories he got – even if it was outsmarting his not-even-two-year-old. Somehow she was already smarter than him 90% of the time, so he had to take what he could get here.

"And how much does Mommy love Auntie Bubbles and Auntie Blossom?"

"Lots…"

"Right. And how much does Daddy love Uncle Boomer and Uncle Brick?"

His daughter simply snorted. "No, Daddy."

Ouch. Okay – note to self: show brother open affection next time they were over. Explain to them later.

Buttercup stifled a snort of her own as she approached. "But you're gonna be a great big sister. And you're gonna love your brother as much as I love your aunties. And he's going to love you just as much back."

"Promise, Mommy?"

"Of course, baby girl."

"You love me most?"

Butch's heart about broke. Ah. So that's what this was about. He probably should have guessed that. "We'll love you both the same."

"No! Me more!"

Oh no. He was not getting into this trap. If he said something, she would surely latch onto it and try to bring it up later. His son wouldn't be a baby or nothin' (well, he would be literally, but that wasn't the point), but he didn't want that kind of petty arguing to be caused by him.

"The same, BD. But –" Butch sidled up to Buttercup so they could have a little group hug. "You'll always be our most loved girl."

Buttercup looked at him warily. "Of course."

Seemingly satisfied, their baby girl gave her parents a tight hug. "Love you, Mommy. Love you, Daddy." This lasted for all of a minute before she began to squirm. "Down."

"Down what?"

"Down please."

Butch set her down and she toddled over to her toys in the corner of her room.

"Well…guess this is our last baby."

He looked at Buttercup and cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

She snorted. "We can't exactly risk having another girl now, can we?"

Oh. Fuck. He really needed to work on this foresight thing…

But as he looked over at his baby girl, so much happier than she had been a few minutes ago and no longer abhorring the idea of having a sibling, he decided the quick thinking had been worth it.

Besides, they had never really decided how many kids they wanted anyway. Two seemed like plenty! That way they could never be outnumbered. Yeah…he totally planned that when he gave that speech!

Or, at least, that's what he would tell people if they asked.

And that wraps up this newest little segment of their lives! As requests keep coming, kindergarten keeps getting pushed back, lol! I have about four more before kindergarten - inclusive of a chapter on the arrival of our little boy bundle of Greens joy! :D

If you have anything else you're dying to see for before kindergarten, please let me know, and if it doesn't conflict with anything that has already been suggested/planned, I will gladly take it into consideration!

As always, if you have the time, I'd love to hear what you think in a review!

Thank you for taking the time to read this little chapter!

Love and Rockets,

Stranique