What a wicked thing to do/To let me dream of you
Brick held onto the sides of his head and stared blankly ahead. "Oh my god, oh my god, why won't he stop crying?" He demanded, forlorn.
"I don't know!" Blossom yelped over Blake's incessant bawling. "I've tried everything. Fed him, winded him, changed his diaper… He must be tired."
Blossom was standing with a screaming Blake in her arms, bobbing him up and down trying to soothe him.
"Then why doesn't he just sleep?" Brick asked incredulously.
"He's too tired to sleep… I think? I've never known anyone to cry for 4 hours straight, not even Bubbles when her and Boomer nearly broke up in high school." Blossom replied.
"Shall we try taking him for a drive again? Brick suggested, rubbing at his face in an attempt to wake himself up.
"Worth a shot I guess." Blossom shrugged.
Blake suddenly went quiet, his face reddening as he paused and concentrated hard.
"Is he okay?" Brick asked, looking up.
"I think he's –" Blossom began but was interrupted by a loud squelch resounding around the room. Blake let out a contented sigh, and closed his eyes to go to sleep. "I think he's all better now." Blossom whispered, a smile appearing on her face as she bit her bottom lip.
"Well, I guess that would upset anyone." The red ruff mumbled.
Brick grabbed the toast from the toaster, shoving one piece in his mouth and rapidly smothering butter on the other.
"You'll be okay on your own for a bit?" He asked; his voice muffled from the toast.
"Yes Brick, I'll be fine! I'm a doctor; I've dealt with worse then Blake! Plus my sisters will be here soon anyway." Blossom said, as she held Blake in one arm and tried to manoeuvre toast into her mouth with the other.
"When's soon?" Brick was rushing about grabbing papers up from here and there and stuffing them into his work bag. Blake was 12 days old now, and Brick had been off work since. This was his first day back, and it was safe to say he didn't exactly want to go - didn't want to go at all, in fact.
Blossom smiled down at Blake as she continued to watch Brick whizz about in his suit pants and white shirt, half tucked in, his red tie slung over his shoulder. She couldn't help but think how scrummy, yet disheveled he looked. And how glad she was to be where she was in life right now, the only negative being the flashbacks that kept haunting her.
"Right, I think I'm good to go." He said, standing still at last.
Blossom stood and slid Blake into his arms so he could say goodbye. As he held him, Blossom stood and tucked his shirt in, yanking his tie round to the front. "That's better. Though I have to admit you know how to work the scruffy look."
"Scruffy? Please. I am smooth." Brick replied, and she laughed.
Still smirking, she gently took Blake from his arms as he passed him over. "I'm sure Daddy doesn't want to take you to work."
"Daddy doesn't want to go to work at all." Brick said, cupping Blossom's face in his hands and kissing her deeply.
"But Daddy's gotta, otherwise he'd get fired, and that would be bad for Daddy."
Brick pulled away at the sound of a voice that wasn't one of theres coming from the hallway.
It was Buttercup, with a heavily pregnant Bubbles.
He sent an irritated expression her way; she only smirked back, suppressing a laugh.
"Hi Blossom! Hi Daddy! Can I have a squeeze?" Bubbles cried, taking Blake from a laughing Blossom.
"That is not going to be my new nickname!" Brick yelped indignantly.
"Quiet Daddy, you'll upset Blake." Buttercup said, cooing over her nephew.
Brick let out a frustrated growl, giving Blossom a look that said: 'your sisters are annoying as hell'. He then grabbed his work bag off the table and saluted them all to let them know he was off. "Call me if you need me."
"Bye Daddy!" Bubbles called, a growl ringing back before the door slammed.
"Blossom I'm so proud of you, you've really turned things around. You seem so much happier." Bubbles said, gazing down at Blake who she held in her arms. "Beautiful house, beautiful baby boy, and finally with the one you love. It's so amazing! And it's so lovely that you had a boy. Now we've had a boy and a girl this year. Hey Buttercup, you think you'll have anymore?"
Buttercup scoffed. "Jay is 8 years old, what do you think?"
"Hey come on, it's not too late! You're 29 you've got years left to have more beautiful babies!" Bubbles insisted. "Why wouldn't you want another one of these?" She held Blake out to her, but pulled him away when Buttercup went to hold him, muttering that she wasn't finished yet, to which Buttercup tutted.
"They're great until they can start talking back to you. I swear Jay has the worst potty mouth I ever fucking heard!" Buttercup said, shaking her head.
Blossom raised an eyebrow. "I can hardly imagine where he got that from."
"Beats me." Buttercup shrugged. "Maybe the older kids at school?"
"Hmm maybe." Blossom answered sarcastically.
Buttercup smirked at her sister. She was grateful to have a distraction in a catch up with her sisters. Things felt weird at the moment. Butch hadn't been deterred by her shouting at him; he'd found her to 'hang out' just as often as he had been prior to that. And Mitch, things just felt a bit off. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe she was behaving differently, maybe he was. She didn't know. But she did know she was happy to take her mind off it all for a couple of hours with her sisters.
"How are you feeling Bubbles? You're due any day now!" Blossom asked her blonde sister.
"Excited! Nervous. And thrilled. And, nervous…" Bubbles repeated, smiling apprehensively.
Blossom smiled warmly. "You'll be fine. It's not as bad as people like to make out. I won't lie and say it's easy or pain free but it's really not as bad as some say it is."
"She's right. You'll be fine. Just, don't be a screamer - it's embarrassing." Buttercup said as Bubbles passed Blake into her arms.
"And a waste of energy. Just concentrate and let it wave over you. You'll do great, I'm sure. And it doesn't matter what happens during, just as long as you get a happy healthy baby at the end of it." Blossom assured her.
Bubbles nodded, smiling. "Yeah, you're so right. So, how are you feeling now?"
"Me? I'm fine. I mean yeah, a little sore, but it's been almost 2 weeks now and I'm feeling more myself every day." Blossom answered casually.
"What about how you're feeling about the other thing that happened?" Bubbles asked in a small voice, concern etched onto her face.
Blossom considered the question, surprised she had asked it. What happened with Jeremy had barely been brought up; she didn't like to talk about it much. Talking about it brought it all back - reopened the wound she'd been trying to keep stitched shut.
"I'm fine." Blossom said simply. They pulled skeptical faces. "No really, I'm okay."
"You sure?" Bubbles pressed, still looking perturbed.
Blossom nodded, looking into her lap. "Yes. I mean, I've been pretty distracted. Had a lot going on…"
"Yeah, I guess so. I can't stop thinking about it." Bubbles mumbled, and Blossom looked up at her. "I get so angry and upset to think that, that someone I considered a friend could do that to you! To anyone but, especially to you! My sister. I mean, it's, it's –"
"Bubbles, it's fine. Okay? Like I said, I'm over it." Blossom said, her voice flat. "I have way more important things to think about than that."
"How can you be over –" Blossom cut her off.
"Because I am! I don't want to talk about it, okay? It doesn't matter. I've just had a baby. I'd rather focus on that. I'd rather focus on something happy. Not something awful that happened to me that I can't change. It's done, I'm over it." Blossom snapped.
Bubbles flashed a distressed look at Buttercup, who looked surprised at Blossom brushing it off. The green puff expression changed to one of annoyance.
"We're just looking out for you Blossom. You're acting like it never happened, and that's surely not the healthiest way to –" Buttercup began but Blossom stopped her short.
"I am dealing with it healthily. I mean, surely I get to decide how to deal with it 'healthily?' Please, I know what I'm doing, I know how to deal with it - I'm a doctor." Blossom answered pretentiously. "Don't worry about me, I'm okay."
Blake then began to whine, and Blossom rose from her seat. "He's probably hungry. I've got some breast milk in the fridge; I'll go warm it up."
Buttercup held Blake under the arms, smiling and cooing at him to try and soothe him, but he didn't relent. She sighed and bobbed him up and down, thanking the lord Jay was no longer a baby. But Bubbles was watching Blossoms' retreating back.
"She's as transparent as a window." Bubbles murmured.
Blossom placed the kettle on the stove and grabbed the bottle from the fridge with shaking hands.
What they'd asked her had thrown her off; she hadn't expected it. She didn't want to talk about it. It didn't need to be talked about, who would want to talk about something like that? Blossom much preferred to pretend it never happened. She would deal with it in her own way.
She spent years having Bubbles and Buttercup sending troubled looks her way, and conspiring their worries about her to each other with secret nods and looks. She felt she'd lost her spot as the 'leader' of the three of them, the days when they would come to her with a problem were long gone, they went to each other first, then sometimes to Blossom as an afterthought.
Though she'd never tell them, it bothered her; of course it did. She had always felt like the oldest sister, the most mature. She'd practically mothered them growing up. But how the mighty had fallen.
And now, as she was finally getting her life back on track, there was something that was pulling her back down.
She hated it. And she hated him, for what he was doing to her. At just the mention of him and what he did, she was shaking and squeezing her eyes tight shut, trying to block out the sounds, smells and sights she didn't want to be reminded of.
It was driving her mad. It was hard enough being a new mom, but having to deal with mini meltdowns and flashbacks on a daily basis was beginning to chew away at her. And hiding it was getting harder.
She stood up straight and took a quivery breath, blasting the bottle with her eye rays for a millisecond then checking the temperature on her wrist. Happy it was ready for Blake to drink, she removed the kettle from the stove top and switched it off.
With a resigned sigh she returned to the living room with her sisters.
"How long has he been crying?!" Bubbles yelped, holding her head in her hands.
"About a week and a half." Buttercup muttered sarcastically.
"I think I'm going to have to give him the boob." Blossom yelled over the screaming. "I've tried everything else. He must find feeding from the breast more soothing than from a bottle."
"But he ate like an hour ago!" Bubbles cried.
"Exactly." Blossom replied.
"Just shut up and get the big guns out so I can hear myself think again, please!" Buttercup barked, holding a pillow over her head.
"Fine, fine fine." Blossom said, sitting down, yanking her top up and unclipping her nursing bra.
As Blake suckled hungrily a hush filled the room, Bubbles and Buttercup sighing with relief.
"Oh my god. Isn't that amazing! Silence..." Buttercup said serenely.
"It is, it really really - ooh!" Bubbles cried, sitting up suddenly, holding onto her belly.
"You gotta be kidding me?!" Buttercup muttered. "Don't throw another screaming baby into the mix. Not now. Jesus Christ I'm glad I don't have to do any of this again!"
"No no, I'm fine, honest. I've been having pains and twinges on and off but, that was j ust a much tighter pain across my stomach - but it's gone now." Bubbles said, waving a casual hand in the air. Her expression was a little freaked out though.
"Maybe it's some practice contractions." Blossom suggested.
"Maybe… It's the strangest thing when you're almost due. I've never been so eager to wish pain upon myself." Bubbles mused.
"It is odd." Blossom agreed, looking down at Blake as she nursed him. "But totally worth it."
For the next couple of hours Blake slept, when he wasn't attached to Blossom that is. They chatted and reminisced, Bubbles and Buttercup making sure to not mention Jeremy in any way, shape or form.
Buttercup left not long after lunch to run some errands, but Bubbles stayed. Her pains were keeping up, they were coming every half hour or so now.
Bubbles was brushing it off as practice contractions but Blossom wasn't convinced, keeping a close eye on her.
"So is it getting any easier?" Bubbles asked as she sipped on some water. "Looking after a weeks-old baby?"
"Oh, well it's still a bit of a blur. A blur of sleep deprivation, quick cook meals, boobs and breast milk, diapers, baby poop, and did I mention sleep deprivation?" Blossom asked, and Bubbles giggled, nodding.
"But, when they look at you, when you're holding them close in your arms, and they look at you; your heart melts and - and the blur doesn't matter. You'll happily be tired forever if you get to spend the rest of your days cuddled up with them. It's like, nothing else matters." Blossom murmured blissfully.
Bubbles was beaming at Blossom as she spoke, her eyes brimming with tears. "Wow. It sounds amazing."
"It really is. And you'll find out soon." Blossom smiled passing her a tissue. Bubbles grinned excitedly back and dabbed at her eyes. She then scrunched her face up in pain.
"Are you okay?" Blossom asked.
"Yeah, that one was a doozy." Bubbles gently got to her feet, holding her stomach.
She was beginning to breathe quicker and started pacing around the living room.
Blossom laid Blake in the bassinet and came to Bubbles' side. She placed her hand across the centre of Bubbles' tummy. "Tell me when you feel pain, and describe it to me."
"Okay." Bubbles whimpered. Blossom was glancing at the clock on her wall while Bubbles carefully shifted from foot to foot. "I feel funny. Ooh! It's like a tighter, sharper pain, really tight, right across here." She described, gesturing round her stomach.
Blossom felt Bubbles' tummy go taut and hard as she felt pain, and she smiled. "You're contracting."
"Am I?!" Bubbles yelped.
"I think so. Let me time it, tell me when your next one comes okay? Bubbles how long have you felt uncomfortable today?" Blossom queried as Bubbles thought about the question.
"Since I got up I suppose. I've had some mild pain but, it wasn't anything horrendous… But it has got much worse as the days gone on." She reasoned.
"I think your body's been gearing up all day you know…" The pink puff mused.
"Really?!" Bubbles squealed again.
"Just take it easy and we'll see okay?" Blossom said soothingly.
"Okay." Bubbles nodded. "I'm so glad you're here Blossom, I really am –ahhh! Oh my god! Are you crazy?!" She shrieked, stirring Blake slightly.
Blossom laughed. "10 minutes apart. That's - that's pretty close. I think you should call Boomer home."
Panic was evident in Bubbles' eyes. "What?! No, no I'm not going into labor yet, I'm due in 2 days, I can't be in labor yet!"
"Bubbles, it's perfectly fine for you to go into labour at this stage. A baby is at term at 37 weeks gestation." Blossom assured her, but she still looked alarmed.
"But, but you were almost 2 weeks late with Blake, not early! Buttercup was a week late too with Jay. I shouldn't be early! What if something's wrong, what if she's not okay?!" She panicked.
"Bubbles!" Blossom said in a calming voice. "Bubbles calm down. Everything's fine. Just, stay calm, sit down and I'll call Boomer."
"This is happening too fast!" Bubbles gasped through contractions. "At the antenatal classes they said first births are normally the longest ones."
"Hey, doctors don't know everything." Blossom answered with a smirk.
Bubbles' contractions were coming every 6 minutes, and she was in a lot of pain.
Boomer and Brick were on their way over, Boomer to be with Bubbles, Brick to keep an eye on Blake while Blossom tended to Bubbles.
When the door opened, Brick and Boomer came bursting into the living room.
"Is she okay? Bubbles, are you okay?" Boomer demanded.
"Boomer! Boomer I think I'm in labor!" Bubbles cried, her voice filled with panic. "It's going too quick, it's all happening too quick and I'm scared."
Boomer gulped as she clung onto him. He looked at Blossom. "Is she okay? What can we do to help?"
"She's okay, things have just moved incredibly fast." Blossom said, as Brick pecked her on the cheek as a greeting.
"Should we get her to the hospital?" Boomer asked.
"I have been trying but she doesn't want to go..." Blossom murmured.
Boomer gave his wife a confused look. "Bubbles sweetie why not?"
"I can't move, it hurts too much. And I'm scared if she comes on the way - what if she comes on the way?! I don't want to have her in the car?!" Bubbles wailed.
"Bubbles, if you won't go to the hospital you're going to have to let me take a look." Blossom said gently.
"Take a look?!" Bubbles cried, horrified. "Take a look where?!" She inquired, though she knew perfectly well just where Blossom meant.
"You know where. Bubbles I'm your sister!" Blossom said, slightly offended. "And a doctor!"
"Exactly!" Bubbles hissed. "It's embarrassing – oh my god!"
"Bubbles, sweetie Blossom is a doctor." Boomer reassured her. "She knows what she's doing. If you don't want to get to the hospital you should let her help. Think of our girl."
Bubbles nodded weakly, already relenting, she didn't have the energy to argue. "Okay, okay."
Blossom went into doctor mode. "Boomer, scoop her up gently and take her up to our room. Brick, lay Blake in his cot and grab the shower curtain and lay it on the bed, then put a bed sheet over the shower curtain. Then Boomer, put Bubbles on top of the shower curtain-bed sheet and helped her get her pants off. I know you have some expertise in that region."
"Hey!" Bubbles cried as Boomer briefly smirked.
Blossom carried on. "There are some more sheets in the airing cupboard by the bathroom, grab a load and give her one for privacy. Oh and towels! Grab lots of towels. I'm just going to find some rubber gloves."
Boomer nodded, scooping his wife up and slowly taking her upstairs.
"We have rubber gloves?" Brick asked as he picked Blake up.
"We have everything we need for an emergency childbirth. I gathered it all together in case this happened to me. I haven't had the chance to put it all away yet. Better to be prepared right?" Blossom shrugged as she pulled a box and a tote bag out from the cabinet in the hallway.
Brick looked surprised. "Your organisation skills surpass even me."
"You'll all be thanking me later. She's going to be born here at this rate." Blossom said as she shoved her hair up into a bun.
"You think?" Brick looked shocked.
"Yes! Now go lay Blake down upstairs - and get the shower curtain, come on!" She urged him.
Blossom began boiling as much water as she could, just in case things were a lot further on then she predicted. She helped speed things up by using her eye rays again, and carried two large casserole dishes up to her bedroom.
Brick stood in Blake's room, watching him sleep. He didn't know where to go, as he didn't want to see anything he didn't want to see.
By the time Blossom had brought up four large dishes and bowls of hot water, she began emptying items from the tote bag.
Bubbles was lying on the bed with a bed sheet across her legs. She looked uncomfortable and frightened as Boomer rubbed her hand, looking at her helplessly with an equally frightened expression.
Blossom was laying a few choice items down onto a clean pillow case on the bed: a small bulb syringe, a box of latex gloves, a few pairs of white shoe laces, a scary looking pair of scissors, a plastic mixing bowl, a couple of medium trash bags and some more towels.
"Okay," Blossom said as she pulled some rubber gloves on. "Are you ready?"
Bubbles nodded, holding back a whimper. "Blossom, I'm really scared."
Blossom pulled the gloves off so she could reassure her sister. She leant forward and stroked her hand. "Everything will be fine. I'm here, Boomer's here. It's all okay." She soothed.
"Why is it happening so quickly?" She squeaked.
"It's nature, isn't it? Some women labor really quickly. Some don't. But let me take a look and we'll see where we're at. And if it comes to it, I've delivered babies before." Blossom informed her with a warm smile.
Bubbles smiled feebly, but then her face changed drastically.
"What's wrong?" Blossom asked.
"I, I feel funny, like, like I need to push or something –" Bubbles said, trying to find the right words.
Blossom smiled knowingly, then snapped some fresh gloves on. "Okay, tell me if you're having a contraction and I'll stop, okay?"
Bubbles agreed, and Blossom proceeded. Boomer looked away, finding the situation a little weird and downright uncomfortable.
"Well your waters have broke. But not everyone notices them go. And they've obviously not started to trickle much. I can feel baby girl blues head. To be honest," Blossom said as she pulled away. "I can almost see it. You're fully dilated."
"What?!" Bubbles cried. "I can't be! This is insane. The pains I felt earlier were mild! Not, not actual labor pains!"
"They obviously were." Blossom said as she swapped her gloves for fresher ones. "You're obviously more hardcore than you think. Today is the day Bubbles, and I'm afraid you're going nowhere. If we move you you'll have this baby in the car. Try and refrain from pushing for a few moments, while I get a few things ready. Brick!" Blossom hollered.
Brick came to the door, but he had his back turned, still not wanting to see anything he'd regret.
Blossom rolled her eyes. "Is Blake okay?"
"He's sleeping." Brick answered.
"Okay, good. You might be needed in here." Blossom informed him.
He turned round sharply now. "Bloss, I really don't think –"
"Oh Brick come on! It's your niece in there. She might need you." Blossom turned and picked up the shoelaces and the scissors, and one of the pots of water. "Could you go and boil these as quick as you can? I'll shout if I need them sooner."
Brick nodded. "Yes, fine - but are you gunna be all right?" He asked.
"Me? Bubbles is the one having the baby, I'm fine!" Blossom cried incredulously.
"Yes but you had a baby 12 days ago!" Brick said.
"Brick, I'm fine, I can do this. I've done this before - a long time ago albeit but, I know what I'm doing. Now go, boil those items! I need them sterile." Blossom cried, Brick turned and disappeared downstairs as Blossom turned back to Bubbles.
"Blossom, Blossom I need to push. I can't not - Blossom, I'm scared. What if something goes wrong?" Bubbles bleated softly.
"Blossom is she going to be okay?" Boomer looked terrified. "Like, are you sure you can do this?"
Blossom nodded confidently. "She'll be fine - they both will. She's just having a baby is all. Okay. Let's do this. Let's deliver this baby."
Blossom could barely hide her excitement, she'd missed working as a doctor while she'd been on maternity leave a lot. And though this was hardly work, it was something she was trained to do, and even better, the little baby she was delivering was her niece.
"When you feel the need to push next, I want you to push down gently right into your bum." Blossom instructed.
Bubbles nodded, and Boomer clutched her hand tightly. Both encouraged her as she began to push. Blossom told her when to stop and have a breather, and praised her. Boomer stroked his hand when Bubbles released it, wincing slightly at how hard she'd been grasping it.
"You're doing so well Bubbles. I can see most of the top of her head. A few more pushes and her head will be born." Blossom beamed.
Brick came back with the boiled utensils, and knocked at the door, feeling awkward. "Is it safe to come in?" He muttered from the other side.
"Just quickly place the bowl by me and go keep an eye on Blake. I'll call you if you're needed okay? Bubbles, you ready to push again?" Blossom asked as Brick did as she asked.
Slowly but surely, the baby's head was born into the world, and Blossom looked up at Bubbles and Boomer. "Well done Bubbles, her head is born. You're doing amazingly."
"Oh wow. She's almost here. Boomer, she's almost here!" The blue puff gasped.
Boomer was smiling, but he was in a state of disbelief and panic still.
"The shoulders are the last obstacles to face, okay? Once you've got them out, baby girl will slide out, and you've done it!" Blossom explained.
"Okay," Bubbles said, her voice tired and strained. "I need to push."
"Okay, let's go. Nice and gently remember, there's no rush at this point." Blossom replied.
A few pushes later, and out came the baby. Relief swept over Bubbles, and the pain faded almost instantly.
Blossom caught the bundle and laid her on a towel. She was bloody and wet, her already strikingly blue eyes blinking confusedly. Blossom rubbed her down with a towel.
"Is she okay? She hasn't cried? Why hasn't she cried?!" Bubbles' voice was breaking up.
"She's fine, she's fine okay, don't worry." Blossom took the bulb syringe and removed any excess fluid from her airways. She then let out a loud cry.
Blossom grabbed a clean towel, and laid the baby onto Bubbles' chest, draping the towel round her to keep her warm.
Boomer had just glanced at the clock on the wall in Blossom and Brick's bedroom. "5.15pm." He smiled, as they both looked at their baby daughter and instantly fell in love.
"Oh wow. Oh wow. Hello gorgeous. Hello beautiful girl. Boomer look, she's here." Bubbles sighed blissfully.
"Well done Bubbles, you did so well!" Blossom congratulated. "The best thing you can do now is put baby to your breast. It'll help stop the blood loss."
Bubbles nodded. Blossom came around to her head, stroking her niece's cheek as she showed Bubbles how to latch her on.
She then looked to Boomer. "Would you like to cut the cord?"
Boomer nodded quickly, looking from Bubbles to Blossom. Both Boomer and Blossom put gloves on, and Blossom grabbed the bowl Brick had brought up. She took a lace and double knotted it close to the baby's tummy. A little further down she tied another double knot.
Boomer took the scissors and Blossom told him to cut in between the knots.
"Will she be okay?" Boomer hesitated.
Blossom nodded encouragingly, as she took a hold of the mixing bowl from the tote bag.
Once Boomer nervously made the cut, Blossom helped Bubbles deliver the afterbirth. Once delivered, she placed it all in the bowl, then put that into one of the trash bags.
Covering Bubbles up as she cuddled with their baby, Blossom called Brick in, instructing him to bring one of Blake's baby grows and hats so Bubbles could dress her baby.
When Brick entered the room, the bed was a mess of bloody sheets and towels, and Blossom had blood on her clothes. But everyone was smiling as Bubbles cuddled a small blonde bundle.
Brick gave Blossom a one armed hug. "Well done." He whispered into her ear.
"It was nothing." She shrugged with a smile. "I think it's safe to get you to the hospital now." She said, this time directed at Bubbles.
Boomer nodded. "Do you think I could pop her in your car? I flew here." He asked Brick, who nodded reluctantly, imagining his smooth black leather seats covered in blood.
"So, has she got a name?" Brick asked, peering down at his niece very blonde niece.
A blissful sigh escaped Bubbles lips. "Shall we tell them Boomie?"
He nodded, as he looked at his daughter proudly.
"Everyone, meet Bonnie Blossom Jojo."
r&r :)