Author's Note: I am so sorry about this. College happened. That is all.
Disclaimer (because I was probably stupid enough to not put one in the first chapter): I don't own PowerPuff Girls...I wouldn't know what to do with them.
It's been about a week and half since their 'talk' on the bed, and Buttercup was getting more and more discouraged. As they had planned, she and Butch went to see the Professor the very next day, but the visit did not result in any fruitful news.
Professor had run several tests on Buttercup at the lab, while Butch hovered over his wife protectively in case the Professor pull out any sharp instruments.
Fortunately, he never did. But unfortunately, they never found any cures.
Seeing his wife in such a dump, Butch had a hard time being happy himself and instead decided -for Buttercup- to do research with the Professor during his free time from work. Christmas was coming up, and he hoped to find a cure before it was time to open presents.
Despite the fact that Butch used to be a RowdyRuff Boy, he was actually quite the smart man when he put his mind to it. In fact, all three of the boys are quite intelligent when they weren't playing lackeys for Him or Mojo and destroying Townsville...well, with the exception of Boomer, maybe.
That kid was just weird.
However, the boys didn't really know they had it in them until they reached high school, when boy hormones had driven them into liking and eventually dating the three girls because, quite frankly, puberty made them hot, and for some reason, a little less annoying too.
However, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were not going to make it easy for them. And so dating the girls came with the 'completely necessary' sacrifice to give up their bad reputations and habits that they had tried so hard over the years to build and maintain.
Boomer had agreed immediately.
Brick had been absolutely furious and shouted to the heavens that Boomer was a 'bloody, cockroach-eating, shitty, stinkin' little traitor'. But he had to eat his words a month later when he walked hand-in-hand down the halls with Blossom. Boomer had cackled and sneered at him, saying 'who's the shitty, stinkin' traitor now?' Meanwhile, Brick turned an impressive shade of red and muttered something that sounded like, 'Not my fault that the little bitch had learned how to use her sex appeal to win me over. Damn skirts and skin-tight shirts.'
Butch did not want to ever think about what kind of trick Blossom pulled, but one look at her mini-jean skirt told him all he ever wanted to know.
As for him, Butch honestly did not care that he has to give up being a RowdyRuff. It's not like they did anything productive anyways, and it was getting quite boring too; there were only so many ways that they could make punching and kicking people in the faces fun and refreshing.
But because he liked pissing off Buttercup–he thought it was cute- Butch held out for a total of one and a half months of teasing and rousing his girlfriend up. However, Buttercup wasn't stupid, and after a week when she realized that Butch was just putting up a front, she decided that two could play this game.
Aside from their love lives though, Brick, Boomer, and Butch all realized their potentials at different subjects and activities as they moved from high school and on to college. Butch showed a good hand and brain at biochemistry, and is now a researcher for a promising company called 'Taryion', much to Buttercup's eternal surprise and amusement. But she approved.
Boomer became a game designer ranging from video games to virtual-world online games. He is currently working on a new project called 'The Qin's Moon', a TV series that's gradually gaining popularity in China and slowly reaching out towards the U.S. Bubbles was so happy and proud that she could've burst her heart open.
But the most surprising of them all was Brick, who dedicated himself to law school and ended up becoming a successful lawyer. Blossom almost choked herself to death at the irony of a RowdyRuff being interested in law, but somehow expected the lawyer part since Brick was such a mouthy brat.
And now at the present, Butch and Professor are taking a break in the kitchen from doing late-night research for Buttercup again.
"So…"
"So…"
Both males cleared their throats and looked everywhere but at each other. It was so much easier to communicate when they were working, because both men could speak the same 'science' language and were doing it for the one woman they both loved. But when it came to casual chat, Professor and Butch were totally useless due to the fact that Professor had been single almost all his life until Beatrice came along and Butch was kind of an antisocial jerk at times. That and the fact that he just felt awkward being with his father-in-law.
"How is my Buttercup doing? Aside from her usual worries, that is." Professor asked and sipped his coffee.
Butch leaned against the counter. "Well, Butters gets a little down sometimes, but she's…coping. I try to take her out as often as possible in order to get her mind off of things. But the only thing that's not affected is her work ethic." He snorted; Buttercup took her job as a high school tennis coach way too seriously.
"I wouldn't expect anything else from her." Professor chuckled wearily.
"True. But you'd think she would lighten up about it though. There's a reason why the tennis players call her 'The Devil of Hell' behind her back." Butch truly felt sorry for the athletes under Buttercup's command.
Professor almost spat out his coffee. "Do they really?" He laughed for the first time in what felt like ages.
Butch was kind of glad when the awkward atmosphere dissipated.
It was finally December 25th, and everyone crashed out at Professor's house for the holiday. Brendan and Beverly were running around in their respective Kid Flash and Batgirl costumes while trying to shoot each other with Styrofoam arrows. Evy was in her stroller with a new teething toy and shirt that says, 'Your Worst Nightmare', courtesy of Brick of course. Blossom was floating to and fro from the kitchen with a dazed look on her face; the beautiful necklace around her neck from her husband said it all.
There were presents left, right, and center. The house was almost bursting at the seams! Each of family members absolutely spoiled each other with warmth and sugar cookies. Seeing that the others were busy with whatever they were doing, Butch took this opportunity and pulled Buttercup into the kitchen.
"Wha-Hey! What's the matter?" Buttercup asked confusingly only to have a present shoved in her face.
Butch was ready to pop the roof. "Open it!"
The raven-haired woman raised an eyebrow at her husband's antics and sat down at the small breakfast table. The present, she noted as she ripped off the wrapping, was unusually light.
"…A piece of paper? How thoughtful of you, I needed one of these." Buttercup teased sarcastically and snickered when her husband rolled his eyes.
"Just read it." Butch sighed, exasperated at his wife's sarcastic attitude.
The woman chuckled in good humor as her eyes scanned the report briefly. But then her eyes bugged out and she reread the thing again, this time paying closer attention to the finer details.
There was a tense silence in the room. Then…
"We're raising the baby in a tank?"
Butch sighed again and sat down on the chair across the table. "No dear, tanks are for fish. We're temporarily putting the embryo in a tube while we stuff you with chemicals that will temporarily –and I repeat- temporarily suppress the flow of Chemical X throughout your blood vessels. And then we'll transfer the baby into your uterus when the right time comes."
Buttercup couldn't believe her ears. "You did this…for me?" She whispered.
The man put a warm hand on hers. "Well I am your husband. As I said, we're in this together, and I don't mind going through more sleepless nights doing this for you. " Butch said gently.
Buttercup was close to tears. "Butch, you wonderful bastard, you!" She exclaimed and literally jumped over the table and crash-landed on Butch. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him in her excitement. She'll probably have to get Butch to elaborate on this plan later, seeing how she only got the basic summary of it in layman's terms. But right now, Buttercup was so happy for what her husband has done she just couldn't ruin the moment.
"Wow. Excellent word choice, Butters. I have just managed to feel complimented and insulted at the same time." Butch muttered sarcastically from his position on the floor.
Buttercup rolled her eyes and didn't comment. "Merry Christmas, Butch."
'Merry Christmas indeed.' Butch thought happily as he lay on the ground.
Now on to more important matters like dividing his time between his Buttercup, his soon-to-come kid, and his job…
Damn. Life is never easy for a RowdyRuff.
FINI
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