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"What the heck processed me to agree to this?" Butch mumbled, annoyed, to himself as he continued to stuff what little clothes he had into a gym bag.

*flashback*

Buttercup and Butch were in the hallway, outside Mira's hospital door. They haven't said one word to each other after they shockingly discovered one another's identity.

Buttercup had no idea that innocent little Mira was Butch's daughter or that Butch had a kid at all. After eighteen years, when crime completely stopped in Townsville, she hasn't seen or heard from him or his brothers.

Butch had no idea what to think! His daughter was saved and taken to a hospital by the same girl, or women judging by how much Buttercup has grown and how beautiful she became over the years, who he use to fight with constantly when he was a kid. After he and his brothers moved out of Townsville, he thought he had seen the last of her.

"So," Buttercup started, trying to soften tense atmosphere hanging over them like a thick cloud. "Mira is your daughter, huh? Now that I think of it, she does look a lot like you."

"Oh, ah yeah," Butch said awkwardly, and then cleared his throat. "Listen, thanks for bringing Mira to the hospital. I really appreciate it, but I'm here now so you can go home." Buttercup stayed silent for a second, eyes staring blankly at the wall and lips pressed together, as if she was in deep thought.

"I'm staying here." She finally said stubbornly. Not expecting such an answer, he looked at her. Meeting her bright, neon green eyes for the first time in eighteen years.

"Why?" Butch asked, suspiciously. "This doesn't concern you." He didn't notice, but he sounded a little rude. Too bad Buttercup noticed. Funny how some things don't change no matter how old you get. Buttercup's fiery short-temper included.

"Damn right this concerns me!" Buttercup snapped, hands on her hips and eyes slightly narrowed at him. "True, this is none of my business, but that little girl scared me half to death when she collapsed so I'm staying right here she wakes up!" Buttercup took a familiar stance. Arms crossed, head tilted slightly to one side, a small yet firm frown on her lips and her eyes narrowed down on Butch, as if she was challenging him to argue with her. Butch knew if he argued, it will cause a scene and things will get ugly.

"Fine," he grumbled. "Do whatever you want." He didn't seem to notice Buttercup's frown turning into a satisfying smirk, knowing that she had won.

They stayed silent again. Both alone together in the white hallway, only having the occasional nurse walking though.

Butch was sitting on the ground on the left side of Mira's door. Legs bend near his chest as his knees supporting his elbows. Eyes closed, and the back of his head against the wall. It was plain to see that he was really tired.

Buttercup was standing on the right side of the door. Her back firmly pressed against the wall as she occasionally glanced down at her wristwatch. Her soft trench coat folded and draped over the lower half of her arm.

Knowing that the silence was going to last awhile, Buttercup took this quiet opportunity to think back to problem she had before she left for lunch.

Not wanting to lose the chance of getting the Watanabe Company after the Watanabe president retire, Bubbles had told him that Buttercup was secretly married and had a kid of her own. This was one big lie. Buttercup wasn't married and she certainly did not have a kid! She never even dated before! It was sad, but true.

Right after the professor died, the girls resorted to studying as a way to get away from reality. Skipping grades with the best grade averages, they never had the time for dating.

Bubbles would occasionally have crushes and Blossom had a boyfriend or two but Buttercup never even look at someone in a romantic manner before. She kept herself busy with studying and learning different kinds of fighting. Now she had the company taking up most of her time.

What is she going to do? She can't tell them that Bubbles lied, it will damage the company reputation and plus, Bubbles didn't mean too. She just wanted to help. Nevertheless, it's not like she can make a husband and a child magically appear out of thin air. Oh god, what is she going to do! Someone, please give her some sort of sign! Her train thought was broken when Mira's door open.

"She's awake now, you may now visit her." A doctor said as he came out of the room. Before he could say another word, Butch ran past him, entering the room where Mira was. Before Buttercup made it through the door, the doctor stopped her.

"Please tell the father that we will keep the girl overnight for observation and then we need to discuss the matter on how he is planning on paying her medical fee." He said.

"I'll be sure to tell him." Buttercup said politely. The doctor left and she entered to room to find Butch standing near the bed where an energetic Mira was. Mira spotted her almost immediately.

"Oh hi, pretty lady!" She greeted her cheerfully. Buttercup let out a chuckle. Thinking back, she never did tell Mira her name.

"Hi again, are you feeling better?" Buttercup asked, walking up to the same side of the bed where Butch was standing.

"Yep!" Mira replied happily, making both Buttercup and Butch wonder where she gets all her cheer. "Daddy, can I go home now?" Before Butch could say a word, Buttercup cut in.

"The doctor said that you'll have to stay here so they can keep an eye on you overnight."

"Awww!" Mira complained, slumping back into the bed. "Can I go home tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not." Butch said with a smile, surprising Buttercup. She never noticed how gentle his smile was.

"Yay!" Mira cheered. "I'm glad! I wouldn't want to spend my birthday in the hospital."

"Your Birthday?" Buttercup repeated curiously.

"Yep! I'm turning five tomorrow!" Mira answered, holding up her hand to show five fingers, one for each year she was alive.

"That's great! Happy early birthday!"

They all smiled at each other. Butch scolded Mira for running off but she got off the hook with a warning when she used the puppy dog eyes on him, Buttercup laughed at how easily Mira was able to out of trouble. After a while, a nurse came in.

"Visiting hours is over," the monotone nurse said, gesturing for the two adults to leave the room. "The patient needs her sleep."

"Aw, but I'm not tired!" Mira whined to the nurse. Buttercup was almost out the door before she discovered that Butch hadn't moved from Mira's side.

"Where are you going daddy?" Mira asked worriedly, her lips forming a pout and her tiny hands clenched tightly onto his shirt. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" It obvious to Buttercup that Mira was very close to her dad.

"Of course not, sweetheart." He said, bending down slightly as he ruffled his daughter's hair playfully. "I'll just be right out that door."

"Pinky promise?" Mira said, holding up her right hand pinky up to him. Butch chuckled.

"Pinky promise," Butch repeated, looping his pinky around Mira tiny one. "Now go to sleep, or I'll have to chain you to this bed." Mira giggled at her father's playful threat. Butch kissed to top of her head goodnight as Buttercup continued to watch them, a smile dancing across her lips.

Turning off the lights, the two young adults closed the door behind them. Leaving a suddenly sleepy Mira to lie down on the unfamiliar bed and doze off into dreamland.

"Ah, the doctor told me to tell you, that you guys need to discuss about Mira's medical fee." Buttercup told him as soon as the door closed. Butch groaned, pressed his back against the wall near Mira's door and slumped down, hitting the ground.

Buttercup remembered Mira telling her that Butch was recently fired from his job. Moreover, judging by how Mira and Butch were dressed, it was obvious that they didn't have much money to spare, let alone pay for the medical bill.

They were silent for a while, not having anything to say to each other. Suddenly, an idea crossed Buttercups mind. Wait, she can't do that! Can she? It's crazy, but it might just solve both of their problems.

"Hey!" Buttercup said, on the ground next to butch. She startled him, causing him to jump back a little. Butch immediately noticed how close Buttercup was sitting next to him.

"I have a proposition for you," she said, her eyes filled with honest determination. Butch could see that, but having her being too close was a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, w-what?" he managed to stammer out.

"You lost your job recently because your boss was being an ass," she first pointed that out.

"Wait, how do you know tha-"Butch started but was cut off by Buttercup's slender finger pressing against his lips, silencing him.

"I'm the one talking right now," she said to him, dropping her finger from his mouth. "So, it would seem that you are in need of a job and I am in need two people to pretend to be my husband and daughter. I'm willing to pay thirty thousand dollars per week."

Butch was startled at the large amount of money she was willing to pay for him to pretend to be her husband and for Mira to pretend to be her daughter, but he was also suspicious.

"You want to pay me thirty thousand dollar to pretend to be your husband?" he asked, meeting her gaze. "Why?"

"Ah," Buttercup was alittle taken back; she thought he would have jumped at the offer. "Well, you need the money and . . ." she trailed off. Butch narrowed his eyes.

"I don't need your pity, or your money." Butch snapped. Before he could stand up, Buttercup grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the ground next to her.

"But I really need a husband and daughter," Buttercup said, sounding determined and sure of herself. Butch scanned her face, looking for any signs of ill intentions. He found none.

"Fine,"

*end of flashback*

"I'm ready to go!" Mira said cheerfully, startling Butch. Mira was discharged from the hospital this morning, after Buttercup paid her medical fee.

'That is coming out of your pay,' Butch remembered Buttercup telling him when she paid. She told them to pack their things and she'll see them the next morning, which is right now.

Butch remembered that he never told Buttercup his address. He shrugged at his thought. She'll just have to call his cheap cell phone and set up a meeting place because there is no way he would want her to see how dirty and poor his one room apartment was.

"Daddy, why are we moving?" Mira asked as she helped him zip up his light gym bag that contained a pair or two of clothes, and some of Mira's coloring books.

"Because daddy got a new job so he'll have to move," Butch answered, placing a hat on Mira's head.

"Ooooh," Mira said, not really understanding why they're moving.

"CRASH!"

A loud sound was heard towards the direction of the door. Both Mira and Butch turned their heads to see the door kicked through and a familiar, slender woman standing at the now door-less, doorway.

"Honey, I'm home!" Buttercup said with an amused grin on her face. How did she find his address!?

"Hi pretty lady!" Mira greeted, ignoring the broken door.

"Hi Mira! Come on, we don't have much time to get ready and the limo is waiting for us out front." Buttercup said, glancing down on at her wristwatch.

"Yay, we're going to ride in a limo!" Mira cheered, and bolted out the door. Buttercup glanced at her pretend husband who had a gym bag with him.

"Come on, Butch. Mira is already in the limo." Buttercup said as she went out the door.

Butch stayed where he was, shocked. What in the world has he gotten himself into!?

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