A/N: Hey guys! How are you? I'm great. Did anyone else... Wait... I hear someone...

Brick: HEY BOIS! Waddup! I want to give a big shout out to 3B-JOJO-66 for being a great fan and taking time to actually message Haylee – not just review the story!

Me: Brick, you're wanted on the set! Leave! This is called an AUTHOR'S NOTE for a reason!

Blossom: Oh lighten up, Haylee! 3B-JOJO-66 was being nice! Yeah that's right! Holla to you giiirrrllll!

Me: I apologize for their obvious highness. I thought I hid their marijuana after we filmed that scene. Obviously not.

Butch: Seriously, Haylee! You weren't supposed to say that!

Me:Quiet on the set!

Brick's POV

"W-w-why?" I stuttered completely shocked. I was just so ready to hear her say yes. It didn't even come to me that she could say no! I felt like choking on my own tongue.

"Not here. Let's go somewhere else." She whispered avoiding my eyes. I nodded. She flew up into the air and I followed after her. She led me to the park. The park where Brat told Boomer she was pregnant. Things said in the park never turn out well for my family. She sat down on a bench by the lake. I sat beside her not taking a my eyes off her face. She looked physically in pain.

"Brick, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I really do, but I can't right now. I'm already going to be a teen mom. If we got married now, people would just assume I'm another stupid girl. Anyway, I'm not going to have the perfect little body I use to have. I'm going to have ugly scars and stretch marks. Plus, I'm not going to be able to dedicate myself to you completely. I'm going to have a little boy that needs love and affection." She finally looked in my eyes. I wiped the tear away that was rolling down her face.

"He's also going to need a dad. Do you really think Blake is going to step up to the plate? Love, I've told you once and I'll tell you a million times if I have to, I love you for you. If you blew up like a balloon, shaved off all your hair, and got welts on every inch of your skin, I'd still see your beauty. I don't love you because you're beautiful, you're beautiful because I love you." I cupped her cheek in my hand. She pushed my hand away gently.

"I feel like you're only marrying me because you don't want him to grow up without a dad like you did. You irrationally feel guilty for something you didn't do." She sighed heavily. It was hard to see her in so much pain.

"You've seen me blow up buildings, steal candy from babies, and halfway knock you and your sisters unconscious without showing a morsel of guilt. You think I'm going to feel guilty for something I didn't do? Maybe you don't know me very well. Guilt is not an emotion I feel very easily. That's just in my genes. I'm a sociopath. I understand if that's why you don't want to marry me, but don't give me more credit than I deserve." I chuckled darkly. My crazy, crazy Blossom.

"Can I be honest? I like your bad boy side." She giggled. "It's hott." Now she tells me.

"And I love your every side." I smiled softly. "It makes you, you and you are perfect just the way you are." She looked down again. In her eyes I could tell she was having an internal struggle.

"I was talking to Abbs. She says there's a chance that the baby is yours. The pill might not have took. Regular hospital machines couldn't tell exactly how far I was along because the super genes probably sped the process along. That's why Brat delivered so early and the babies looked normal. Abbs says that the timing of my morning sickness makes the chance that you're the father even more." She tried to explain. I couldn't help but smile. I might be a daddy not to mention the woman I love is the mother.

"That's great." I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot. I pulled her into my arms and she rested her head on my chest.

"I hope." She mumbled. Her eyes closed slowly and she snuggled into me more for warmth. I held her and just watched her yawn and try to open her heavy eyes. She finally fought them open.

"Brick. Ask again in a few years. The answer will be yes." She yawned. She put her head back down and drifted off to sleep. I'll take that as yes enough. I just smiled and looked out at the night sky before returning to her beautiful face. I noticed someone putting something by a cross in the middle of the park. I used my super vision to see what it was. It was a picture of the elderly couple we had seen tonight.

"I'll miss you Mom and Dad." The man in his mid-forties or so whispered. How is that possible? I looked up at the cross. It was a memorial made by the city. It read: In memorial of Thomas and Frieda Ringer. War Hero and Army Wife. 1932-1998 and 1933-2000. That's impossible. We were just talking to them tonight, but that says they died over a decade ago. I looked up at the stars. The northern star twinkled just a bit. I chuckled as softly as I could not to wake Blossom. Maybe we do have people in high places.

Bubbles and Boomer day right after Buttercup and Butch left to answer the call

Bubbles's POV

I opened my eye grudgingly. The light blinded me. I closed my eyes again trying to catch some more sleep. I only got two hours last night. I sat up when I heard a cry. I glared at Boomer.

"I swear to God that you might as well get a vasectomy because I'm not going through this again." I growled. What? I'm a bitch when I don't get my sleep.

"Vasectomy! Why didn't I think of that!" He banged his head against the wall. I looked at River who was crying then I looked a sweet angelic Shyla who was sleeping. I opened my eyes a bit more when I noticed something. They looked older. I blinked and rubbed away the sleep trying to figure out what I was seeing. They looked a few weeks old instead of a few days.

"Boomer? Do you notice something different about them?" I asked urgently. I threw the covers off me and stood over Shyla.

"Yeah. Yours is sleeping and mines is crying." He grunted.

"No!" I smacked him over the back of the head. "They're aging too fast."

"Huh?" He rose an eyebrow at me.

"Go sleep." I sighed. I'll have to talk to Blossom about it later. She'll have theories. I took River from him and he hushed up.

"M'kay." He closed his eyes and fell asleep right there. I looked down at River.

"You're daddy's getting old fast." I whispered. He giggled wildly and I swear he nodded his head. I laid him down so that I could move Boomer into the bed. He's gotten heavier. Thank god for super strength because he was dead weight.

I picked up River and Shyla and took them into the living room so they wouldn't wake him. I don't understand how he does it. I don't think he slept last night at all. I mean one of them was always up and crying. It was ridiculous. Hopefully things will get better.

"Guys. Let's talk. We've got to give your daddy a break." I told them talking them like it was completely normal. They just stared up at me. "Don't give me that look. He's tired and so am I! When you're our age, you're going to wish you got to sleep all day." River giggled and Shyla hit him making him hit her. Oh great.

"Hey now! No hitting! Hands are for clapping!" I gave them pointed looks. I've gone nuts. They both huffed. Can they understand me? These kids will be the end of me. "Smile." I sang smiling like a fool. River made a angry gurgling sound and Shyla looked away from me.

"Smile." I sang again. River giggled and grinned just like Boomer. I looked at Shyla who was ignoring me. "Smile." I sang. River made a sound that mimicked the tone. She looked at me. He made the sound again. She smiled softly.

"Atta girl!" I grinned. I looked at both of them in my arms and couldn't help but just want to see them grow into amazing little people. I looked around and noticed the small blue twin infant stroller.

"Wanna go for a stroll in the park?" I asked them. Yes, I'm offically insane. River gurgled happily and Shyla was still smiling. I set River down so I could strap her into the car seat like majigger. I did the other twin and off we set. I loved the fact that Jojo head quarters was in the middle of the park. Is it safe to raise kids in a volcano? I hope so. Is it safe to have a volcano in the middle of a park? Touche.

I pushed them down the trail taking in the fresh air. Every time a butterfly would fly passed River would get excited and squeal and laugh. It was adorable. It worries me how calm Shyla is though. Maybe she takes after one of her uncles.

I noticed a few people glaring or ogle at me. Oh please. For all they know they could be my brother and sister! People are so quick to judge.

"Whore." A teenage boy coughed as he and a bunch of his buddies passed me. I stopped and grabbed his shoulder turning him around.

"Did you just call me a whore!" I shouted.

"I did. Momma Mia." He challenged.

"Yeah. They're two days old. I got my figure back fast didn't I." I tossed my hands in the air as if to show off my body. "Their mother died in childbirth. They're never going to get to know her and she was one hell of a woman. She was practically my twin." Okay myself from a different universe. "You calling me a whore means you're calling her a whore. If you're calling her a whore, then we have a problem." I growled. His eyes got big.

"Umm.. uh... I didn't know." He stammered.

"These are my boyfriend's kids. You know what. He is a better person than you could ever dream to be. Unlike you would, he's actually taking responsibility for his action and he's raising them. He dropped out of high school because my dad died and he wanted to be able to support me. I myself have probably saved you ten thousand times before. If you can't show me, and him, and anyone else respect then you can take a stick and shove it right up your butt."

"Yes ma'am." He gulped.

"I ever see you making an ass of yourself again. I'm going to rip your arm off and beat you with it. Understand?" I smiled happily. He walked away hurriedly. His buddies looked at me for a second and followed after him. I turned back around to the kids. I walked around front to see their little faces.

"Guys. I don't care what anyone ever tells you. You're perfect and so was your momma." I told them with a heavy sigh. River reached out his hand and patted my head while Shyla grabbed my finger in her little hand. I snorted and smiled. How did I get blessed with having them in my life?

I pulled them over to a bench and started to hum. Yes, this is a high school musical moment but I like my life being a musical. I sang softly "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift. A few people stopped and listened. I smiled. River laughed while I sang and Shyla drifted off to sleep.

"Take it from an old man. It's never too late not to grow up." An old man that seemed to come from mid air told me smiling. He looked oddly familiar.

"Have we met before?" I asked confused.

"I don't think so." He chuckled like he knew something I didn't.

"Yeah... well... I'm kinda forced to grow up." I shrugged. "But thanks."

"Getting older and growing up aren't the same thing." He told me. I stared at the ground sort of confused. "They're adorable. They love you. You'll be a great adoptive mother to them."

"Thanks." Wait. "How did you know..." I trailed off. When I looked up he had disappeared into thin air. How strange. I'm going nuts.

The Next Day

Butch's POV

In the basement of the lair/home.

I took another hit off my joint and sighed in deep relief. My mind started to become floaty and I couldn't feel my limbs. I just leaned back in my chair and thanked god for letting the stress go away.

You don't think I'm actually not stressed without anything. Hell no. I've been hitting since well... I think since Paige died. It's the only way to forget that anything ever happened.

I ran my hand through my hair and laid my head against the cement wall. I think the last time anyone else came down here was well... a long time ago.

I winced as a bright light entered the dark room. I looked at the door and tried not to laugh. I held my breathe the best I could, but someone came into the room. I let go of my laughter when I saw it was just Bubbles. Bubbles can't do anything to me.

"Butch?" She asked coughing at the foggy air. I laughed at her swiping at it. That won't do any good! "What are you doing down here?"

"I don't know." I let out a hard breathe. I looked at her wide eyed. "What are you doing down here, gigglypuff?" I threw my head down laughing like a hyena. I opened one eye to see if she was still there.

"Are... are you high?" She asked blinking really hard. That's funny. She looks like a baby laughing.

"Are you?" I chuckled.

"Alright. Give me that." She held out her hand. I coddled my joint like it was a baby. Yessssss... My joint is my baby! I'll take care of it and make sure no one takes him away from me! Bubbles coughed again. "What is in that!" She snapped taking my baby. I pouted and laughed at myself. I'm so funny!

She snubbed it out and unwrapped it. That's no fun!

"No, Bubbles! The mary-ga-wanda goes inside!" I laughed. Mary-ga-wanda! I am the king of hilarity!

"Go upstairs." She ordered. She moved her hair and suddenly it was all slow motion. Mary-ga-wanda is amazing.

"Will you make me fooods?" I asked getting hungry. I needs foods! She growled and picked me up. She's strong! I bet Buttercup is strong too! Cool...

Awhile Later

I don't know when I came to my senses but one moment I felt high as hell and the next I felt awful. Everything came back to me. Reality sucks.

"Ugh!" I grunted.

"Look whose back! It's the stoner!" I heard some voice say from no where. What? Who the hell?

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled quickly.

"Why?" The voice came again.

"I don't want my girlfriend to know!"

"Why shouldn't I tell her?" I realized the voice and my eyes focused on Bubbles. Thank god. Maybe she won't tell. "You're lucky as hell the others took the twins to shop for some more baby clothes."

"Please don't tell them." I pleaded.

"Do you realize what that smoke could do to the babies? Just because you're a brain dead stoner doesn't mean they have to be." She shoved me up against the wall roughly. I winced. Damn. She's strong.

"I know. I just – I need to get away." I shook in fear. I'm dead.

"That's no excuse! I deal with hard things too but you don't see me getting high!" She screamed in my face.

"Why were you down there then!" I asked still kinda confused on that point. She blushed.

"None of your business, but it wasn't something as bad as getting high!"

"I say that you were. Tell me or I'm telling Boomer." I threatened. I hate threatening Bubbles. She's so sweet and innocent but Buttercup can not find out about this. She sighed.

"Fine. I got back from hanging with Abbs and I was going to see if Boomer had any pictures of his old girlfriends so I can put it to rest that there's a reason he chose me." She tried to explain. She was snooping. Silly girl.

"Don't worry. You're the prettiest." I assured her trying to make her forget that she had saw me doing... bad things. She blushed.

"Don't give me that crap." She glared at me in a tiger-kitten sort of anger.

"It's not crap. I think you're really pretty." I grinned the smile I knew Buttercup loved and hoped it was genetic. She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! My brothers flash you a smile and you melt, but if I try manipulating you, it doesn't work! How come!"

"I don't know. You're the best friend type. It would be weird to like you."

"Bubbles." I dragged out her name. "What came I do to make this all go away?" I begged. I feel like such a coward but Buttercup would hate me .

"Hmm..." She mused. "Promise to never do it again or get the fuck out." She looked me in the eye like it was the worst thing ever. Buttercup or mary j... AHH! Buttercup!

"Okay. I'll try." I sighed.

"And." She continued. Oh great. I lost sight of everything. One moment I was hoping she wouldn't cut my balls off and the next I was kissing her. Yes, that way around. I was shoved away from her.

"What the hell!" She yelled wiping her mouth. I couldn't speak. I didn't even know what happened.

"I-I'm sor-s-sor-ry-sorry!" I stuttered trying to understand it myself. My jaw was slacked and I was shaking with confusion.

"Well that's just great Butch! Now everything's going to be all awkward with Buttercup!" She groaned.

"No! We can not tell her what just happened! I'd rather you tell her about the marijuana!" I yelled out of shock and fear.

"We can't not her! That makes it look like we've got something to hide!" She yelled back at me. I slid down the wall pulling at my hair.

"Please." I whispered fighting back tears. "Please don't tell her. I can't loose her. She's all I have. Please." I closed my eyes as I felt tears spill onto my cheeks. I yanked at my hair and my breathing got heavy.

"But. Butch." She sighed. "Fine. Our secret."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Don't thank me for lying to my sister!" She snapped. "I'm not a very easy person to get along with when I'm stressed and this is going to stress the fuck out of me. You say a damn thing about me being bitchy and I can kill you and leave no DNA evidence." I nodded in understanding. What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: Okay so, what do you think? Good? Bad? Ugly? Anywho...

I always encourage my readers to give me their honest opinions and I love it when people criticize me because it makes me a better writer, but some people are really stupid. If you are going to blatantly insult me, my writing, and the effort I've put forth, please be signed into an account and don't judge an entire story on one chapter!

Now for my faithful reviewers, new-comers, and fans: will you please answer a few of the following questions? All questions apply for the original and sequel together.:

1. Who is your favorite friendship pairing so far in this story?

2. Who is your favorite couples pairing so far in this story?

3. What do you think of the events that just occurred between Bubbles and Butch?

4. What are your thoughts on the old couple/ guardian angels?

5. If I were to bring one person back into play who would you rather it be, Brat as a minor character or Bash as minor villain? Why?

6. Oh, and don't forget! What are you opinions on Butch's "little" addiction?