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I'm so glad that you all like the story so much and I was so happy to see all your ideas on what you thought was wrong with Blossom so I hope you liked what happens!

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Ugh gross.

I felt my head on something very soft and I guessed instantly that I'm in my bed, I shift slightly hearing the creek of my old mattress underneath me. Yep defiantly my bed. I keep my eyes closed and move my mouth the dryness of it making me feel uncomfortable, and I groan.

"Hey sleeping beauty"

I stop moving my stiff limbs and crack open one eye to see a pair of blazing red orbs staring right at me, causing me to flinch.

"Brick!" I croak my voice barely audible, Brick sighs and rolls his eyes shoving a glass of water into my hands as I quench my dry throat. After I clear my throat I sit up in bed until I feel an unusual breeze around my stomach. I look down to see I'm exposed in only my bra and underwear. I gasp and pull the duvet up to my neck. Brick cocks an eyebrow and looks at me like I've grown an extra head.

"Blossy, seriously I've seen it all before" He says matter-of-fact. He's right though we are married after all, so I let the duvet go and just sit there. Suddenly the full force of my headache returns and I put my head in my hands groaning.

"Serves you right" I heard Brick mutter

"Your joking right?" I say, Brick looks at me bug eyed.

"Blossom, I get back to the apartment to get that old guy downstairs telling me you had stumbled into the lobby; making a complete ass of yourself and that you threw up into a bloody plant pot! Which by the way I have to fucking pay for! I then come in here to find you fucking passed out on the couch with drool hanging from your mouth! I mean Bloss that is no turn on for any man, not matter how hot you are! AND THEN..."

Brick took a breath and I winced at his rant, this isn't good.

"I'm up half the fucking night with you having these violent coughing fits, seriously how you stayed asleep is beyond me! Plus I was worried that you would choke on your own vomit! Seriously Blossom I'm all up for having a drink and getting merry but getting so completely drunk is so not like you!" He finished rant and I pout like a child who was just told off for having candy before dinner.

"I wasn't drunk" I say in a low voice.

"What?" Brick hisses, I glare at him getting out of bed. I wobble slightly on my still stiff limbs, and Brick goes to help me.

"I wasn't drunk! I had one glass of red wine and I had ONE fucking sip of my second glass but it tasted rank so I chucked it! I mean seriously as if I would get that-"

I stop suddenly my eyes widening as my stomach lurched, I pressed my hand tightly to my mouth.

"Are you okay?" Brick asked, I shook my head. Shit! My head then began to spin and I could feel the bile quickly rise up my throat.

"Are you going to be sick?"

Before I could give him an answer I sprinted to the bathroom and collapsed over the toilet violently being sick. My throat was burning and tears streamed down my face. I suddenly felt someone pull all my hair back and was rubbing my back, but I didn't pay much attention as I was actually quite amazed at the amount of food that had been in my stomach. I coughed when I thought I was finished and I was breathing heavily.

"Babe I don't mind if you where drunk, but I hate seeing you like this" Brick knelt down beside me sincerely. Now I know we have our arguments every now and then, but Brick really looks after me and does worry.

"I'm. Not. Drunk" I say between breaths but I think he ignores me. He helps me stand up supporting my elbows and guides me over to the sink where I brush my teeth. I close the cupboard and almost throw up again when I see my reflection. I usually take pride in my appearence so when I saw mascara streaks down my cheeks and eye-liner so smudged that I look like a racoon! I was mortified. I gasp running a hand through my sticky hair only for my fingers to get tangled in the red mess. I groan and very childishly stomp my foot.

"What?" Brick ask dumbly

"Look at me Brick! Fucking hell!" I moan, he shrugs his shoulders and I shoo him out of the bathroom at once and jump in the shower. I allow the warm water to glide over my skin before turning the temperature down slightly, loving the feel of the cooler water. I lean against the tiled wall sending a shiver through my body, I closed my eyes and thought back to last night; I know I wasn't drunk I just know it! My vision was really blurry as I tried to recall the events of last night. Okay so Buttercup and Bubbles where dancing I know that for sure, then I saw them two creepy guys and Bubbles dragged me up to dance...

I winced as my headache returned for about a minuet before subsiding. Right then we danced to this really weird (and vulgar) song where beer was thrown all over me. Ugh! I ran an hand through my hair still feeling sticky patches, I quickly washed it and lent back against the wall closing my eyes. Right then I went to the bathroom but not before seeing them...two men... again. Hmmm I then grabbed my stuff... and took a drink of my wine... which tasted 'off'... Oh Fuck.

I switched the shower off and jumped out, I quickly dried myself and got dress in some grey jogging bottoms and a pink tank top pulling my hair up into a messy bun and ran out of the room to find Brick making breakfast (a hidden talent of his.) I halted mid stride as the 'supposedly' delicious smell of pancakes hit me and my stomach twisted again. I did a complete 'U' turn and headed straight back to the toilet.

I walked back out after brushing my teeth feeling completely drained. So help me god when I get a hold of those motherfuckers from the club! Brick turned and his faced twisted in worry.

"Where you sick again?" He asks coming over to me, I nod weakly and rest on him for support. He guides me over to the kitchen and I sit down in the chair.

"Hungry?" He asks me, I shake my head.

"Uh Brick I figured out what's wrong with me"

I watched as his face paled mid-chew through his pancakes, his eyes focused on me; I took a shaky breath and explained.

"Well you see last night there where these two huge guys! They looked like they where looking for someone and then they looked at me, so I tried to avoid them but after getting squashed on the dance floor I walked to the bathroom to see them there looking at me. But when I went back out they had gone and when I took a drink of my wine it tasted really horrible so I didn't drink all of it. But Brick I might be wrong it could have been anyone but I think they spiked my drink last night." I explained the whole situation quickly and watched Brick for his reaction, he was perfectly still until...

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed he stood up and began pacing the kitchen.

"Why didn't you call me!" He yelled.

"I was going to but I thought I could handle it!"

"Well obviously not! Blossom do you understand how fucking lucky you are? Anyone could have taken advantage of you when you was 'staggering' home... AND what would have happened if you had drank all of the wine huh? You could have been raped or kidnapped or DEAD! Blossom dead!"

I rarely see him this angry and I always feel rather intimidated when he is, I wrap my arms around my body feeling my eyes well up with tears. Oh great, now I'm crying. Brick stops and looks at me his features instantly softening as he rushes to my side. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

"Blossy I've told you before, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you" I grab his shirt tightly sobbing into it. He kisses the top of my head. "But your okay now, right?" He says looking down at me, I nod and tilt my head up to kiss him.

"Much better" I say dreamily, Brick kisses me again deepening the kiss adding much more passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and push him backwards and keep going until we enter our room and Brick kicks the door closed with his foot.

Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock

I growled in my throat and poked my head out from under the duvet.

Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock

"Brick, someone is at the door" I groan.

"Leave it" He says from beneath the sheets.

Knock-Knock-BANG-BANG

"Brick go answer the door" I say, he pokes his head up his red hair sticking up from all angels.

"Why can't you?" He asks

"I'm not dressed!"

"Oh and like I am?" I sit and fume narrowing my eyes at him.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG

"Coming!" I yell

"Good off you go" Brick says, I reach over the side of the bed and grab something. I pull it up and launch Brick's boxers at his face.

"Answer the door" I say in a low voice.

"Oh come on! You say it in a voice like that, then make me leave! That is some serious cock-teasing right there!" He moans, I roll my eyes.

"Okay I'm going" He says in a mocking voice, he leaves the room and I pull the covers around my bare chest and listen to who's at the door.

"Brick! my god I thought you where dead, I've been stood out there for ages!"

Butch. Without a shadow of a doubt, I hear him come in and sit down.

"Sorry Brick I tried to make him leave, but he was so sure you where ignoring him"

Boomer. What are my brother-in-laws doing hear? I look around the bottom of my bed and happily find a pair of shorts. I shove them on and look for a shirt.

"So where is Blossom?" I hear Boomer ask.

"None of your business!" I heard Brick snap.

I find a bra hanging on the end bed post and strap it on and the only shirt I could find was one of Brick's oversized red shirts. I picked it up and shoved it on but when I stood up it covered my shorts making it look like I had nothing on underneath. Great.

I walked timidly into the kitchen and saw Butch and Boomer eating the left-over pancakes. Ew.

"Hey Blossom!" Boomer happily greeted me before eyeing my 'shirt' and smirking.

"Hey"

Butch looked from Brick to me, back to Brick then back to me. His mouth then made an 'O' shape and a smug smirk graced his face.

"I guess we interrupted-"

"Butch why are you hear?" Brick snapped hitting him on the back of the head.

"Dude! It's my effin wedding, you said I'm getting ready hear!" He cries, I watch as Brick closes his eyes and sighs.

"Oh yeah, sorry bro I forgot"

"Yeah I bet" Butch says laughing in my direction.

"Well... I best get to your apartment to help get Buttercup ready" I say leaving the room quickly feeling slightly uncomfortable, I heard Butch mutter something and Brick cracking him over the head.

"Fuck off Brick!"

I smile at my family, my strange and slightly mental family and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Ta Dar! :P

Okay I need to ask... 'Would you like it if Blossom becomes Pregnant in this story or not?'

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Much love

CJR.x