Hey, well this is the epilogue. I hope yo like it, I wanted to start on Butch and Buttercup's Story, and then do an other Blossom and Brick story, and then Bubbles And Boomer, Yada yada yada ….
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Blossom's POV
As I was cooking with the girls, I looked over to Buttercup who was having a hard time trying not to burn herself on the stove. "Buttercup, do you want to mix the batter instead?" I ask.
She looked over to me and nodded. "Okay, all you got to do is mix it with the spoon, got it?" I ask. She grabbed the wooden spoon and started mixing it up.
"I'll be right back," I say, skipping out of the kitchen.
I walk down the hallway and I hear distant giggling of the girls. I smile and walk faster, eager to see my little girl. I pop into the living room and smile when I see all of the dad's playing with their sweet little daughters. Boomer played with his little girl.
3 little girls born on the same exact date, same exact time; what a miracle.
Stella Evelyn Utonium is Boomer and Bubbles' daughter. She had blonde hair with dark blue eyes and dark blue tank top with sneakers and shorts. She loved to draw, I bought her her own sketch book and she drew the whole family. Her hair was long and was in curled pigtails. It stretched all the way to her back.
Justine Sophia Utonium is Butch and Buttercup's daughter. She was really bad, but I liked it. She stood up to her friends with a little threat into it, the first time I took her to look for some criminals committing crime, she beat up Mojo Jojo all by herself. She was, of coarse, the tough one and the tomboy of the group. She had jet black hair that was tied into a ponytail. I always called her a "Hot mess," and she always smiled and punched me playfully. Her punches hurt, but I'll never admit that. Justine has her daddy's eyes and her mother's hate for so much light in a room. Her and Stella get into fights about leaving the lights on or off. Their fights are much more different then Bubbles and Buttercup's fights. Thiers are more… violent. We all decided that it was because, and I quote from the boys, "They have Rowdyruff blood in them."
Last but definitely not least, Christina Melanie Utonium. She is my little angel and Brick's little rascal. She always likes to play rough. She had red eyes and a red t-shirt that has a pink heart with ear buds on the heart connected to an iPod. She loves music. I bought her a whole shelf of today's music that she loves. She is also a hard core sports player. Almost as good as Justine. They all are athletic, and we all make sure they don't use their powers to cheat on track and basketball. She has redder hair than mine and hates books. It's odd because me and Brick loved books, we'd study together.
"Mommy!" Christina jumped over to me. She has longer hair when I was her age compared to mine. She had to float so she wouldn't drag her hair around.
"Baby!" I kiss her cheeks but she quickly wipes her cheeks with her hands, "Ewww! Your nasty, lady" She pretended that she didn't know me.
She jumped off of me and a red steak followed her upstairs. "Aunt Bloss?" Stella asked, I looked at her and smiled, "Yes Stella?" I ask.
"How old are you?" Stella asked.
"Twenty three. You are 5, remember?" I grew concerned.
"I remember how old are you, it's just Uncle Bitch- I mean, err… Uncle Butch trying to say that you are 50. Is it true? You don't got to lie to me." She swallowed me with those deep blue eyes and I smirk. "No honey, but Butch here is 90 years old. He is just trying to hide the fact that he's the oldest and the crankiest one here."
Brick and Boomer chuckle while Butch only glared. "Oh that makes perfect sense, he's trying to hide the shame. I'm sorry Aunt Bloss, but he tried to trick me. I knew you were young from the first time I set eyes on you." She turned around and crossed her arms, "No more hugs for ugly ole' grandpa." Brick started busting out laughing and Boomer tried to cover his mouth so he wouldn't laugh. Stella left the room, joining Christina.
Justine just played with her 'Action Figures, Special Edition' killing the bad guys. She hadn't heard the conversation between me, Stella and Butch.
"Die!" Justine screamed, which startled me and Boomer.
I shake my head, "Kids these days," I mutter.
Brick quickly hovers towards me and gives me a cute little hug. "What are you makin'?" he asked.
"I told you! It's a surprise. It's your birthdays and y'all are turning 23. I think you could wait." I say referring to all of the boys.
"I bet Bubbles will spill!" Boomer zoomed out of the room and into the kitchen. I quickly followed, "Bubbles, don't you dare!" I say.
I see Boomer talking to Bubbles and then Bubbles smiled. "Nope, get out shorty, we aren't telling you!"
Bubbles pushed him out and closed the door. Bubbles gave me a high five while Buttercup was putting the cake into the oven.
"I can't wait to see the look on the boys' faces when they find out that we made our special brownies!" Bubbles squealed.
My mind drifted off to the last day of high school, the first time we made those brownies.
Me and the girls made a new brownie recipe that made people literally crave for more. We had a bake sale and got $350.25 by the end of the day. The girls and I had 15 left over and I gave the rest friends, but they didn't want any, saying that they were on a diet and warning me that the calories were really high. Something about calories, so I offered them to the boys. Them being boys, they swiftly obtained the juicy brownies.
Brick took a bite out of his and widened his eyes, grabbing 3 more. The boys instantly followed. That left us with exactly 0 brownies left on the end of the day. We had a ton of brownies when we first came to school this morning. We never even tried the brownies.
When we walked home, I saw Trent and his slut girlfriend, Lindsey.
Lindsey walked up to me and slapped me, "Why didn't you give me any brownies!" she screamed.
By then, I was shaking, filled with rage. I couldn't hold it, so I punched her which sent her flying to a place I don't really know.
"Do you have any brownies left over?" Trent asked, walking up to Buttercup, grabbing her sweats trying to pull them down. She formed a green energy ball in her hand, "I've been wanting to do this a very long time…" Buttercup shot at him which a flash of jade green went through my eyes.
I haven't heard from them ever since. They probably joined Hell with the Professor.
"Blossom, the brownies are ready!" Bubbles sang, pulling two trays out of the oven with her bare hands. I smiled, putting the brownies onto the plates. We flew out into the dining room and laid the brownies on the table.
"Boys!" I yelled.
The men were there in a split second, looking at me and then looking at the table. "A-are those the-the b-b-brownies tha-that we were c-craving ever since 12th grade?" Asked Boomer. He was drooling and eyeing them like it was his prey. The girls came floating in, sitting down with their dads.
"Yes! Dig in!" I encouraged.
"Thank you!" They shouted as the grabbed the brownies and starting stuffing them into their face.
Christina, Stella and Justine looked at them like they had just done the most stupidest thing on the earth and then they look at the Brownies. They grabbed one each and take a bite out of them. They freeze and smile, "Oh no," I whisper. They pushed their dads away and started digging in like it was the last day on earth.
Bubbles and Buttercup come in and their eyes widen when they see their children fighting over the brownies with their dads. "I vote on Stella!" Bubbles chirped.
"No way, Justine has Bubbles in a headlock," I say.
I didn't realize what I said until I replayed it in my head. "Wait, Justine!" I scowl, "No, don't do that! Stella could get really hurt!" I say as I pull her away from Stella. Stella, when she was free, got back to the brownies, shrugging off her messed up hair.
"Let's just leave them in here. When they're done, they're going to clean all of this up." Buttercup grumbled as a brownie gets splattered onto the wall. We all agreed and floated out of the room.
2 hours later…
"Ouch! Mom, that hurts!" Christina whined. I was trying to comb out all of the brownie chunks in her hair in the bathtub with her little cousins. Bubbles and Buttercup are attacking their daughters hairs while the men are cleaning up downstairs.
"I'm almost done…" I say, getting the last chocolate chip. I pour conditioner on her hair and scrub, wash and clean her hair, "Wash your body, be careful to get this in your eye," I say, handing her a soap bar.
"Mom, don't ever make those brownies again." Stella said to Bubbles.
"Naaah, I just won't add the Chemical X in them next time." Bubbles smiled.
"What?" Buttercup and I snap up.
"What?" Bubbles looked at us blankly as Christina pinched the bridge of her nose.
Well, that was it. Thank you so much for those who have been reviewing and reading and everything!
I promise to try really hard on the next stories!
Thank you so much, I hope you liked this story!
~Midnight Swagger.