Author's Note: This is the last chapter, peeps! Enjoy! And sorry it took so long. *hides from laser eyes*
"Honey…Honey, make it go away." Butch sleepily muttered and nudged his wife gently. It was three in the morning, and then was an incessant wailing coming from outside their room. Butch just wanted it to stop.
Buttercup sighed and grumbled. "Butch, that's Starling crying."
"…Oh."
The woman snorted but got out of bed anyway. She then sleepily made her way to the adjacent room where her baby lay in her crib, crying and whimpering.
Normally if Buttercup was woken up anywhere before noon it would be disastrous for the person who did the waking. But it seems motherhood had softened her up a bit, or maybe it's just that Buttercup could never get mad at her own kid. The point was she wasn't as grumpy anymore.
"Come here, you little devil." She cooed and scooped up Starling into her arms. "Just can't leave us alone, can you?"
Hearing and sensing her mother's familiar voice and scent, little Starling calmed down a bit and broke off her high pitched crying and instead settled for little whimpers.
Buttercup sighed and went over to the rocking chair. She sat down and positioned the baby so that she could breastfeed her.
"My my, you're a hungry little tyke, aren't you?" The mother cooed and leaned back slightly. Rocking slowly back and forth, Buttercup yawned and sniffed.
However, tired as she was, Buttercup was content. She couldn't describe it, but having Starling gave Butters the kind of feeling like she wants to give her baby the whole world and it would still not be enough. Buttercup smiled; so this was what Bubbles and Blossom got so hyped over. Now that she's got her own child, the pixie-haired woman finally understood.
After burping the baby, Buttercup settled Starling back into her arms and fell into a very light doze.
When Butch tried to sling an arm around Buttercup's waist but only managed to hit the cold empty bed sheets, his eyes shot open. A mild panic settled in the pit of his stomach at the thought of his wife in trouble, and he jumped off the bed and quickly went into the hallway. After all the years of causing chaos and then fighting crime, Butch couldn't help but be a little paranoid every now and then. But his nerves were put at ease when he opened the door to Starling's room and found the two women he loved the most in the world.
'Didn't get eaten. Good.' He thought and quietly went over to the rocking chair. Butch wrapped both of his arms around his wife and child. He buried his face in the crook of Buttercup's neck and breathed in her scent, sighing with content and kissing the spot.
Buttercup slowly opened her eyes with a moan. "I'm so stressed out…" She muttered, but smiled at a sleeping Starling despite that fact.
"Well that makes two of us." Butch chuckled and sighed. "You're amazing…you know that?" He whispered as he stroked the baby's cheeks.
"Of course!" Buttercup chirped. As tired as she was, she never got tired of pushing her husband's buttons. "Careful though, you've gone terribly soft these past few months."
Butch snorted and started ushering Buttercup to bed. "Try me, woman. Come on now, let's put this stressed out couple to bed."
After putting Starling to bed and kissing her good night, the lights went out once again at four in the morning this time, and then all was peaceful in their house.
FIN.