Bubble's P.O.V
*about a week later*
Oh joy! Buttercup is in the room having her baby rite now! Earlier her and utch were laying on the couch. . .When her water broke. . .So here we are. Butch is inside with her, Blossom, Brick, Boomer and I are all out here in the waiting room. I can't wait to see the twins. They're sure to be adorable! I mean, all babies are. I can't help but shake with joy at the thought of Buttercup having children, children that I get to help with! Adorable twins! And even better, one of each gender! I can't wait to primp and pamper Buttercups daughter. I hope she isn't like Buttercup with the dresses and stuf! Oh my, what if she is! I could cry. Especialy since her parents are Buttercup and Butch, the chances of her being girly are very very small. Oh why oh why! But I suppose that she can't really protest untile she's at least 3 or 4, so until then Blossom and I could probably talk Buttercup into letting us dress her. It breaks my heart that Butch isn't happy about having a girl. all he seems to care about really is the boy. But I am sure that once she's born he'll love her more than he ever thought. I can just feel it.
Butch's P.O.V
Oh my god! The screaming! The screaming! Why is she so loud! I think she broke my hand! Even without her powers! It burns! Oh god it burns! I clutch my hand and pull it into my body. Are all pregnant women like this? Looking at it now, it has changed away from skinn color to a deep blue-purple color. Then I look back at Buttercup. Her face full of pain and her skin, streatched, and she's screaming loudly. I hate to see her in so much pain, I really do, but the doctors say that this is normal, and that she's actualy handling it well for twins. The doctor is in front of her, the nurses all around her, and I am beside her head, still holing my hand in pain. Buttercup screams again, louder than the others, and brings me out of my thoughts. The doctor keeps telling her to push, wich I don't think is helping very much because she knows to push, and I even think she's getting annoyed. The next sound that brings me out of my thoughts is a small cry. One of the nurses walks quickly towards the sound and lifts a small baby from the doctors hands. Then annother scream from Buttercup just before a second annother nurse removing a baby from the doctors hands. Then the nurse holding the first baby walks towards me. "here you are sir. The boy. Just a few seconds older than the girl. Then she places the baby into my hands, wraped in a blue blanket. I smile down at him. Blake. . . Buttercup looks at me and smiles. "our son." I nod. Then the other nurse comes to Buttercups side and smiles while handing her the other blanket. The pink one. "And the girl." She says before smiling again and walking away. Buttercup smiles down at the girl, then back to me. I stare for a moment at the girl then quickly pull my eyes away. I didn't want a girl. It's not for any sexist reason. I just. . .I don't think I can rais a girl. I can handle a boy, boys are, well, boys. But girls. . .I don't know anything about taking care of girls. I don't know how to act or. . .What they eat. . .Do girls and boys eat diffrent as children? I hope not. . .I don't think I'll be a good father. . .What if my children hate me as much as I hate Mojo. . .Or HIM. . .I don't know if I could handle that kind of hate. Espcialy from my own children. . . I doubt that Buttercup has these kinds of worries, even though she's so tough, I have seen her with kids, and I can already tell that she's gonna be a great mother. But me. . .The last time I was around a kid, like actualy around them. I was with Buttercup. . .The kid actualy ran away from me and behind her. She laughed jokingly and picked the kid up. I remember, it was a small girl with brown hair braided back in two long ponytails. What if my daughter is scared of me like that, or hates me, what if I'm a bad father. I know I can handle the boy, because I helped Brick practicaly raise Boomer. We might have been tough on him, but we never really hurt him, and he turned out pretty well. i guess what I'm saying, in a lot of words, is that I'm scared, scared that I won't be able to raise her right. Scared that she'll turn out bad, or wrong, and it'll be my fault. And I don't think I could handle that. And I don't want to tell Buttercup, because I am afraid again, afraid that she'll see what I mean, and agree with me, and leave me because of myself. . .And I'll be alone. I don't want to be alone. . .
(A/N Miss me? Hope you don't hate me for taking so long. I have been lacking insperation, and I have ben freaking out for a while i don't know how long it will be before I can update my other story, 'Lies For Love' because that's kinda caused my freaking out. But I may just start updating some of my other stories until the freaking out is over. So, uh, please review and tell me what you think bye!)