Author's note: Never knew this is so popular. The plot bunnies won't leave me alone. Butch, you're no help! You horny dog! One more chapter to go!
"Buttercup…just let it out." Butch sighed after watching his wife burn herself for the fourth time while making dinner.
The woman tugged at her green turtleneck nervously (which didn't go unnoticed by her husband) and focused on stirring the noodles again. "…I don't know what you're talking about. I'm perfectly fine." She insisted stubbornly.
"Bull." Butch snorted and rolled his eyes. "Butters, I might be dense, but I know that I understand my own wife." Walking up her, Butch wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his forehead against hers intimately. "I know a brooding and depressed Buttercup when I see one." He whispered and winked.
Buttercup smiled weakly and buried her face in the crook of her husband's neck. "Damn deceptively perceptive ass of a husband." She mumbled.
The man smirked and barked out a laugh. "You like this deceptively perceptive ass of a husband." He kissed the top of his beloved wife's head. "On a more serious note, let's have dinner first. We'll talk about this later…okay?"
Buttercup nodded and reluctantly extracted herself frothm his embrace before turning back to the noodles. "Okay." She sighed, still lacking her usual spice and sharp- tongue witty nature.
Butch raised an eyebrow and decided that proper stimulus was required.
"Try not to burn the house down now, sugarcakes." He teased sarcastically.
Buttercup punched him; she hated being called 'sugarcakes'.
Later that night, when the couple crawled into their bed together, Butch brought it up again.
"You know…" He started. "I never understood the fuss about having kids once you get married."
Buttercup sighed and leaned against the headboard. "I know. I don't get it either. But whenever I see Bubbles and Evy, and Blossom with the little twerps, I have this…strange urge to conform, you know?"
"I mean-" The woman raised her voice a little and sat up. "They just look happy, you know. Even though more often than not, Bubbles run on three hours of sleep while Blossom tires herself out with the twins…in the end, they're still happy. And I kind of…want that for us too. Just to see what's so great about it."
"Except I can't." Buttercup gritted her teeth and fisted the sheets. "Too much Chemical X absorption, the Professor says. Always thought it was coolest thing in the world, being the toughest out of all my sisters…can't believe karma had to be such a bitch."
Butch sat up and embraced his wife. "I prefer a woman who can really pack a punch." He whispered into her neck, causing Buttercup to giggle a bit.
"But…don't you want kids? I mean, it's only natural for guys to get the urge to become fathers once they've tied the knot. I mean, look at Brick, he's got two!" The woman winced at the thought of having twins.
Butch shrugged and draped his arms around her. "Well, first of all, Brick's kids were ah…unplanned. But I don't mind having kids. I think once you get over the smelly diapers and lack of sleep, not to mention puberty, raising kids is fine. But I don't have a problem living in a 2-person world with you." He smiled.
"You're being a little too hard on yourself with all this baby business, Butters. So what if you absorbed a little too much Chemical X? It wasn't your problem. And we probably won't be here like this right now if you turned out to be another Bubbles or another Blossom." Butch winced at the thought his dear turning into a bossy, over-logical, and motherly Blossom, or even worse, a Twitter-loving, pink-crazed, squeaky-voiced little miss sunshine like Bubbles.
Like hell. He loved his woman with a sharp mind and an 'I don't take your crap' attitude. It's so fuckin' hot.
"You're drooling." Buttercup warned her husband with an ounce of amusement.
"Sorry. Just thinking about the many possibilities this bed could be used when two people are in it." The man joked.
Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Anyways…" She emphasized.
"Uh, yeah." Butch cleared his throat. "Buttercup, if you want children, then we'll look for a way to get children and experience the 'oh so wonderful feeling of child-raising'." Buttercup snorted at this. "There are many options available to us for conceiving children, I mean; we could always make some with some help from your Professor."
"Butch, Professor made me because he was a sad, single, lonely man with no life outside his laboratory. If I want kids, I want them to be organic." The woman sighed.
Her husband blinked. "…Kinda hard seeing how we're not."
Punch.
"Ow!"
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, gotcha babe."
"But I guess we could…talk to Professor again." Buttercup pondered. "He's been researching like crazy and blaming himself for my unique condition for quite some time. The least I can do is to help him with his search and make him feel better. I read something a while ago and it says they developed this injection technique-"
"You are not going to be poked and prodded with sharp instruments of any kind. I forbid it." Butch growled darkly, his hold on Buttercup tightening as he remembered the days in Mojo's lab.
"Chill out, Butch, it's just an idea." The woman turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist. "We'll see what the Professor says. And if it really doesn't work out, then we will chemically make the children. Although I do hope we won't have to." She shuddered. "Because that's just weird."
"Says the one who was chemically made."
Buttercup huffed and bit Butch on the collarbone out of spite.
Her husband hissed. "So that's how you like it, you little minx. Get over here!" And proceeded to pounce on her and effectively pinning her to the bed. After a deep kiss, Butch rested his forehead against his beloved and smiled at her gently, wondering how on earth he ever got so lucky. "You feeling better now?" He whispered, lips brushing the woman's underneath him.
Buttercup nodded and released a sigh. "Yeah, just needed to get that off my chest."
"We're in this together." Butch insisted, eyes boring into hers.
The black-haired woman blinked and smiled. "We're in this together." She whispered.
She never thought she could get so lucky, marrying a guy like Butch.
"Honey?"
"…What?" Buttercup was suspicious.
"Can we have sex now?"
"Butch!"
Well…she still considered herself lucky.
To Be Continued...