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(Brick's POV)

"Oh, Brick," Berserk said, tracing her fingers down my rock hard abs. She was breathing heavily. "I'm so glad you came around. That was amazing."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, looking at her, trying to change the subject. "You know, babe, I've been thinking…"

"What is it, Brickie-Bear?" Her magenta eyes widened as she looked at me.

I scowled. "I told you not to call me that."

She pouted. "Ugh, fine, whatever."

"Anyway, like I was saying," I began, "I was thinking that we should move the wedding date. Instead of it being Valentine's Day next year, I thought it could be this December instead."

"Oh, Brickie-"

I growled.

"I mean, Brick," She corrected herself as she moved closer to me and nuzzled my neck, "I'd love to get married in December."

"The sooner, the better," I said. If I was going to get move on from Blossom, then I needed to make Berserk my wife fast. I mean, even though I don't really love her… it's better than nothing, right? I hope so.

"So…" She said, putting her right arm around my neck and putting her left hand through my wild red hair, "How about we go for another round?"

"You read my mind," I smirked. I roughly attacked her lips with my own, and almost immediately afterward, my hands began to roam all over her curvaceous body. One of her hands rested on my chiseled back, the other grabbing fistfuls of my red hair. I quickly pulled apart, extended my hand over to my drawer, and pulled it open. I was about to grab some protection until my door was opened.

…Crap, I really should have locked that shit.

"Master Brick, your coa-" Philippe noticed two nude figures before him and his eyes widened. "Oh my!"

"Ugh! No privacy!" Berserk said as she took the sheet covers and covered her nude body. "Brick, why didn't you lock the door?"

"Damn it, Berserk, it was an accident," I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for any of her nagging. I turned to Philippe. "Shit, Philippe, don't you knock?"

"I'm sorry, Master Brick," Philippe said as he closed his eyes shut. He took a deep breath, "Your coach called and wanted me to remind you that your practice starts in 25 minutes." He walked out awkwardly, closing the door behind him.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. "Blo- Uh, Berserk, we're going to have to pick this up later."

Uh, yeah, remember earlier when I said I was going to get over Blossom? Well, so far, this shit isn't working.

She grinned. "It's alright with me. Practicing means you have a better chance at winning this Sunday's football game, and that means more mone- I mean, it's one game closer to the Championships!"

Yeah, sure.

I grabbed my boxers from the ground and quickly slipped them on, simply standing there shirtless. I turned to look at Berserk. "Get out of the covers and put your clothes on. I have to leave in a bit."

"Ugh, fine. I thought you liked me better with my clothes off anyway."

I wasn't going to lie, her breast were pretty fantastic… I mean, not as fantastic as Blossom's-

Shit, Brick, you're doing it again!

(Blossom's POV)

I parked my silver Honda Odyssey in the school parking lot and walked over to where Bailey and her classmates were. She spotted me instantly, and ran up to me.

"Mommy mommy mommy!" She said, jumping up and down, "I wanna tell you all about my day today!"

"Alright, sweetie, when we get inside the car," I grabbed her hand and we walked over to my car. I strapped her in and closed the door, and immediately afterward, I got into the driver's seat and put on my own seatbelt. I began to pull out the parking lot when Bailey began to tell me about her day.

"Mommy, it was so cool!" She began, "After lunchtime we had a special guest come to our classroom! He talked to us about pearseverance! Oh, and at show and tell, I showed the whole class Mr. Fuzzy! Everyone liked him!"

"I think you mean perseverance, honey," I corrected her, smiling, "And that's nice. Who was this special guest?"

"Mommy, it was Brick Jojo! The football player!" She said excitedly, "And I asked him if he had any family! He said he has two brothers, but no kids. Poor guy!"

My pink eyes widened in shock. Brick? At Bailey's school? What? How? Why? Please, please, please tell me this is a joke. Please tell me that Bailey is simply making all of this up.

…But she wasn't. Ugh, damn it.

How could this have happened? How could you let this happen, Blossom? Well, you didn't know Brick would end up making an appearance at her school, but… ugh! You're so stupid, Blossom. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"MOMMY, WATCH OUT!"

I quickly looked up and saw an old lady walking across the street, using a wooden cane to get by. I immediately swerved the car in order to avoid the pedestrian. I put my hand to my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Bailey asked me worriedly. I turned back to face my daughter, and her pink eyes were filled with tears.

"Oh, honey, I'm alright," I said reassuringly. "Don't cry. Mommy's fine."

"I sorry, mommy, I was just scared," She said, her voice in a quiet whisper. She held her stuffed animal close to her chest.

"Don't be scared, we're all right." I tried to lift up her spirits by giving her a warm smile.

She wiped a few of her tears away and then she gave me a weak smile. "Okay."

I sighed as I recovered and got back onto the road.

I smacked by right hand onto my forehead. Bailey met her father without even knowing it.

Later, 9:10 PM - (Bubbles' POV)

I walked inside my house and closed the door behind me. I put my bag down on the coffee table and plopped myself on the black leather couch. The spa is only a couple of blocks away, so I'm able to simply walk to and from work. Man, speaking of work, today was a blast! I met this really cute guy while I was at work. His name is Boomer, and he's a total hottie! He even asked me for my-

Oh, won't you look at that? I'm getting a phone call. It's an unknown number… ugh, this better be good.

"Hello?" I answered bitterly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bubbles," The somewhat deep intimidated voice began, "Sorry if I bothered you."

That voice… oh! It was Boomer!

"Boomer!" I said suddenly. I smacked my forehead. Darn it, Bubbles, don't scare him off with your 'tude! "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to come off that way!"

He chortled. "It's okay, Bubbles. I just called to see if you wanted to talk-"

"I'd love to talk!" I cut him off.

"Great," He said casually. He may have sounded calm on the outside, but I had a feeling he was acting like a giddy little girl on the inside.

(Boomer's POV)

"I'd love to talk!" She said, cutting me off.

"Great," I answered coolly. SQUEE! She wants to talk to me! On the phone! Oh yeah, oh yeah, go Boomer, it's your birthday!

(Butch's POV)

"Man, I'm wiped out," I mumbled to myself as I set my dark green gym bag on the carpet floor. I just got back from the gym, and holy shit, I reek. …I love it!

The gym was pretty boring without Brick, considering we usually go together, but he's still at that damn football practice. Well, I shouldn't get too mad, he pays the bills.

I turned around and spotted Boomer on the couch, who was on the phone, grinning wide as hell. What a loser. I would mess with him right now… but damn it, I'm too tired. He should feel lucky tonight.

Speaking of phones… I better call Buttercup about our date tomorrow. Heh.

I walked down the hall and entered my room, which was surrounded by walls, covered in dark green paint. The floor was covered in soft, black carpet. I took off my forest green T-Shirt, which was full of sweat, and threw it on my bed, which was covered with dark green bed sheets. I kicked off my Dark Green/Black Nikes and put them in the corner of my bedroom. Finally, I took out my Android phone and clicked on Buttercup's name on my speed dial. I waited for her phone to ring, and after three rings, she answered.

"Ugh, hello? Butch?" She seethed. Well, someone's angry.

"You don't sound too excited to hear my voice," I smirked.

"I'm not in the mood," She said, sighing, "I've had a long day, and I'm sitting on the bus next to this old geezer who smells like cheese."

I laughed. "Sucks. Your car isn't fixed yet? I paid that idiot extra to fix it quickly."

"The mechanic said not until tomorrow," She said, annoyed. "Anyway, what do you want?"

"Just wanted to remind you about our date tomorrow," I said simply.

"Yeah, Butch, because I'm too stupid to remember that."

"Someone's a bit feisty today, hmm?" I teased.

"Whatever. Anyway, I'm at my stop," She paused. "See you tomorrow."

"It's a date." I grinned.

"Yeah, it's a date," She said, her tone of voice changed. It was... softer, and kinder.

I hung up the phone and put my phone in the pocket of my black basketball shorts when I heard it vibrating again. I took it out of my pocket and picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Butch," A New Yorker accent said into the phone, "How we doin'?"

"Ace," I said casually, "We're doing fine. We're going out tomorrow night."

"Good, good. Man, I'm gonna make her pay for dumping me three years ago. Make sure you get close to her, ya know? She needs to gain your trust so everything will work out. If this plan don't work-"

"Ace," I said coolly, trying to assure him that everything would go according to plan, "Don't worry about it. It'll work out. You can trust me."

"I'm trustin' ya, Butch. Don't screw this up, capiche?" He confided in me.

"I won't," I replied, a bit irritated. "Look, I got to go. We'll discuss this later."

"Damn right we'll discuss this later. And remember, don't screw this up. I ain't go through all that trouble to slice her tires for nothin'."

"Yeah, whatever," I hung up the phone and put it on the surface of my wooden dresser. I smirked.

Buttercup would be going out on another date with me tomorrow, which meant one step closer to Ace's plan. Not to mention I would be getting paid big bucks for this shit. Score! You know what, Butch, you're a pretty intelligent guy, despite what everyone else thinks.

Hook, line, and sinker.

(Bubbles' POV)

"So, Bubbles, I was wondering…" Boomer began, "If you'd like to hang out with me this Sunday night?"

My light blue eyes widened.

Oh my gosh! A date? With me? Well, it's not really a date, we're just hanging out, but… oh my gosh! I mean, even though we've barely known each other for a day… OH MY GOSH! I am just so ecstatic! How am I going to do my hair? What am I going to wear? What am I-

"Bubbles? You there?" Boomer asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm here," I said. "And Boomer… I'd love to!"

"Sweet! We'll be going to the Townsville Tigers game on Sunday. I got hooked up with some tickets!"

"Oh, football?" I said, the sadness was obvious in my voice. I wasn't the biggest fan of sports, especially rough sports like football. I don't really think it's the best place to hang out… but he seems excited, so why not give it a try?

"You don't like football?" He asked sadly.

"I'll be honest. I'm not really a fan," I admitted. I hope he wasn't upset.

"Oh, whatever, it's fine," He replied nonchalantly.

"But if it's a chance to get to know you," I said, trying to be positive, "Then I'd love to hang out with you on Sunday night."

"REALLY?" He said, a bit too loudly. He cleared his voice and coolly said, "Oh, great, that's awesome. The game starts at 5:15, so I'll pick you up at 4:30. Can you tell me your address?"

I gave Boomer my address and after exchanging goodbyes, we hung up the phone. Well, not before playing a game of "You hang up first!" for at least five minutes.

I really can't wait to hang out with Boomer this Sunday night! Whoo hoo! Go me!

(Blossom's POV)

"Mommy?" Bailey asked me, her pink eyes full of hope, "Can you read me another bedtime story?"

"Bailey," I sighed in exasperation, "I've read you two bedtime stories already. You need to go to sleep."

She folded her arms and pouted. "Please, Mommy? Just one more? I promise this will be the last one!"

"Okay, okay," I said as I got off from her bed and walked over to her bookshelf. I examined my choices until I came across an interesting one. "Hmm, this one looks decent."

I walked back over to my daughter's bed and took a seat on her pink and white bed sheets.

"Yay! Another story!" She beamed.

I smiled. I opened the book and began to read.

10 Minutes Later

"So Apollo's mother reunited with his estranged father, and the three of them lived happily ever after."

I closed the book and took a look at my red-headed daughter, who let out a soft yawn. I smiled. "Tired?"

"Yeah," She whispered as she stretched her arms above her head and let out another yawn. "I sleepy."

"Well, it's time for bed," I got up from her bed and put the book away. I walked back over to Bailey and began to tuck her in. "Did you at least enjoy the story?"

"Ya," She said as she grabbed her stuffed animal held it close to her. "It made me… think."

"Well, don't think too much," I said as I walked over to the door. I turned around and gave her a warm smile. "You need to get your rest. Goodnight, Bailey." I was about to switch off the light until-

"Wait! Mommy!" She called out.

"Yes, honey? What's the matter?" I said, exasperated. I hope she didn't want another bedtime story. Three was enough for tonight!

"Do I…" She paused, looking at me. "Do I have a daddy?"

My eyes widened. Oh God. "Wh-what?"

"Do I have a daddy?" She repeated.

I blinked my eyes. "No, sweetie," I sighed, "It's just me."

"But my friend Sasha was telling me her daddy is taking her camping tomorrow," She said. Her lip began to tremble and immediately afterward, a tear had escaped her right eye. "And I was just thinking about how I don't got no daddy…"

My heart shattered into a million pieces when I saw her tear up. I felt so bad for lying to her about her father, but it was best if she didn't know about Brick at all. He'd have no time for her, and she didn't deserve that.

I walked over and gave my daughter a tight hug. I pulled away and pushed some of the strands of her auburn hair away from her face. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "Listen to me, honey. It's unfortunate that your daddy isn't in your life, but guess what? I'm here, and I love you with all my heart. I'll always be here for you." I wiped her tears with my thumb.

She sniffled. "I just… I wish I had a daddy, like other kids."

I looked into her pink eyes, identical to mine, and saw them fill with sadness; even more than before. I felt a tear escape my eye, but I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't let her know that I too felt bad that Brick wasn't in her life. I know it's all my fault, everything is my fault…

But it was too late now. Brick didn't know about Bailey, and vice versa. And I planned for it to remain that way.

"Even if you don't have a father, honey, you have a mother that loves you, and two aunts that love you just as much," I gave her a reassuring smile and hugged her once more.

"I guess so," She pulled away from the hug. She looked at me and gave me a weak smile. "I love you, mommy. And Aunties Bubbles and Buttercup."

"We love you too," I said, smiling. I got up and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, honey."

"Goodnight, mommy."

I turned off the lights and closed her bedroom door, leaving her to sleep peacefully.

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