Chapter One: Old Wounds
July
"I want you guys to check this out." Brick said as he sat with Blossom on the couch in the Utonium living room. His brothers took their place across from the expecting couple and watched as their brother raised his pregnant girlfriend's shirt.
"Brick." Blossom complained with a mischievous smile, already knowing what he was planning to do.
Boomer watched in curiosity as Brick kissed Blossom's temple and rubbed his hands over her belly lovingly. "Good grief, that boy is big. You look ready to burst Blossom."
Butch smacked his younger brother's head as he adjusted himself on the couch. "You don't tell a pregnant woman something like that." Even if it is true, he thought. The stretch marks that were faint against the lower part of her belly showed how much her skin protested at the growth of her son. "So what?"
The smile that came across Brick's face showed how excited he was. He then heated his hand and placed it against her belly at the peak. "Hey Fireball, say hello to your uncles."
When Brick removed his hand there was a faint reddish hue spread across Blossom's belly in the shape of Brick's hand. As it was fading, a lump formed from beneath and moved across her belly.
"Whoa." Butch said as he leaned forward to get a better look.
"Ew. Gross." Boomer exclaimed.
Brick ran his finger in a heated line over Blossom's belly. On cue, his son's hand or foot followed the path that his finger made. "My son knows it's daddy."
Boomer watched as Brick played with his son through Blossom's belly with a slight grimace to his face. "Doesn't that feel weird? Him moving around in there like that?"
Blossom shrugged her shoulders. "At first it did, but not so much now."
"That's so cool." Butch said as he stood up and came to get closer look. "Can I feel him, Blossom?"
"Sure. Bubbles and Buttercup love feeling him kick." Blossom said as Brick ran his hot hand across her belly. It was quickly replaced with Butch's just in time to feel the baby kick against his hand. She couldn't help the happiness that swelled in her as she watched the smile break across his face. When the teenage mother looked up, she saw that Boomer was sitting awkwardly in his seat behind his brothers. "Boomer?"
"Don't be a wuss, come over here." Butch told him without taking his gaze from Blossom's belly. "This is so cool."
Boomer hesitated before standing up and coming to stand by his brothers. Brick once again touched his warm hand to Blossom's belly and watched as Boomer slowly replaced his hand. When he felt the soft kick against his hand he jerked back. "That's so weird."
Blossom and his brothers laughed at him as she pushed her shirt down. "I hope you won't be this way if Bubbles has a baby."
"What?"
Blossom stood up from her seat and walked into the kitchen. "Bubbles wants at least a dozen babies."
The teasing laughter that sounded was cut short by a grunt that no doubt cam from a punch. Specifically one to the gut. "Where is Bubbles anyway?"
"Last minute shopping for my baby shower with the rest of the girls." She answered as she dug in the freezer, searching for mint chocolate chip ice cream. It wasn't her absolute favorite like strawberry was, but since her pregnancy it was the only flavor that could temper the almost ever blazing heat of her son. His name would definitely suit him. Thinking of his name unfortunately made her think of the fight she had with Brick a few days before. They'd finally agreed on something or so Blossom thought. "Which means you three need to go. It's a no boys allowed party."
"How does that work if the baby is a boy?" Butch snarked playfully from the living room. "Also, when are we going to have a name for him? We can't just keep referring to him as the baby or Little Fireball."
"Tell him nothing, Cherry." Brick said, stepping into the kitchen. He took in the ice cream and the slight furrow of her brow. "You okay?"
Pink eyes flickered up before dropping back down to pull the drawers open to look for a spoon. "Yeah. I'm fine."
It didn't take much to see that she was lying. It also didn't take much to know what she was thinking about. "Are you still upset?"
"Brick, I thought you were going to hang out with your brothers." She said as she popped the lid off the ice cream that was half full. She dug into the mint chocolate chip and made to move around Brick.
He put his arm out and caught her around the waist and turned her towards him. "You are, aren't you?"
"I don't see why you don't like it." She whispered, only to have Brick exhale. He then coughed as he held back the smoke that he wanted to breath. Since Blossom griped about it a while ago, he's tried to stop smoking.
"We're…not discussing…this anymore." Brick said between coughs. He then stepped away and out of the kitchen. "C'mon guys."
"Brick!" Blossom watched as he and his brothers filed out the front door. When the door closed behind him, she couldn't help the icy breath of exasperation that escaped her as she bent the spoon in her hand with frustration.
From the other side of the door, Brick had to duck to avoid the tub of ice cream that came crashing through the door. Startled, Butch and Boomer turned to just barely see Blossom stomp out of view.
"What just—?"
"If you know what's good, don't say anything and let's go." Brick said as he stood up and tugged on His brothers' arms and took them to the car. He didn't spare a glance behind him.
About an hour and a half later, the boys were at the diner having burgers, fries, and milkshakes. The strained silence soon relaxed, and the boys were laughing as the two younger Rowdy Ruffs tried to guess the name of their nephew.
"Bruiser?" Butch guessed as he stuffed a handful of French fires into his mouth. "You have to admit it's perfect for a Rowdy Ruff Boy."
"Nope." Brick said as he shook his head, his lengthening hair pulled back into a ponytail brushing the tops of his shoulder. "Try again."
"Benji?" Boomer guessed around a mouthful of cheeseburger.
"Nuh-uh." Brick laughed.
"Bones!" Butch said slapping the table loudly and drawing attention to themselves.
Brick lifted his shoulders in apology to Joe when he sent them an annoyed glare from the kitchen window. "Dude, really? And Bones? You really think Blossom would be okay naming our son Bones?"
Butch shrugged as he sat back against the cushions of the booth. "Well, what are you naming our nephew? The suspense is kind of killing me here."
"My son's name will be revealed when he's born." Brick said in a neutral tone. He and Blossom had decided on a name that they both thought would be nice, but they did have a bit of a spat about his middle name. A spat that still stung, considering Blossom threw a tub of ice cream at him on the way out earlier. He'd also be lying if he said it was the first time she'd thrown something at him. He could still feel the lump on the back of his head from the chair she'd thrown at him.
It wasn't that he didn't like the name, it was just the reason as to why she was choosing that middle name. He doesn't deserve it, was Brick's first and final argument. Blossom then reminded him that he seemed okay with her name suggestions revolving around Mojo before. However, that was before his most recent conversation with his simian father. Just thinking about it now made his blood boil. The chimp had gone too far for Brick's patience the last time they spoke, and it took everything in him not to send the house into the volcano.
Boomer noticed how deep in thought his brother was as well as the thin trail of smoke coming from his nose. He swallowed the bite of burger in his mouth before putting it down. "You okay?"
Brick waved his hand dismissively, internally cursing himself for not having being able to control his smoke blowing. "It's nothing."
"Have you been cut off already? I thought that happened after the baby was born." Butch teased, half in jest, half so Brick would spill about what actually was bothering him.
Brick opened his mouth to respond when he caught himself and then scowled. He raised his middle finger to Butch and took his milkshake in his hand. "If you must know the sex is great. Her hormones are out of control and she wants it almost all the time."
"Is that before or after she throws ice cream at your head?" Butch asked, referring to the earlier incident.
Brick used his straw to stir the clumps of ice cream in his shake. "The makeup sex is even better."
"You should know." Boomer quipped with a smirk. "As much as you and Buttercup fight, I think you do it just so you can have makeup sex."
"You should try it some time, Boomer." Butch was quick to respond. "You're missing out."
The scandalized blush that came across Boomer's face was enough to pull a half smile from Brick. "I have great sex with Bubbles."
"Yeah, right. We know I'm having the best sex. You're so vanilla." Butch started while gesturing to Boomer with a fry. "And I'm sure you can't go as hard as you normally would with Blossom being pregnant."
"Hey, I can go as hard I like." Brick countered. "And I was told the baby would be fine."
"Well, thank god your dick isn't so big that you bruise his head when you bang his mom." Butch chuckled back.
Brick rolled his eyes as he looked down into his milkshake. "Remember the toilet seat, Butch? Clank!"
Boomer laughed while Butch's smile faded. "That seriously hurt."
"I know it did. You cried for about an hour." Brick reminded him.
Butch's face was now turning red from his childhood accident. "I didn't cry."
Brick and Boomer laughed as they remembered how much Butch did cry. "You did cry. It took Mojo what seemed like forever to convince you that you'd be fine." Boomer said.
Butch grimaced and shoved his brother lightly before turned back to Brick, who's face had gone—no pun intended—stony. Taking a second to go over the conversation in his head, Butch easily put two and two together. Mojo and Brick had another argument and it was clear that Brick was still pissed. Mojo seemed to be more irritable these days as well.
"Brick—?"
"Don't ask." His elder brother snapped as he downed the last of his milkshake by bringing the cup to his lips and tipped it and his head back. Brain freeze didn't affect him as he was so hot blooded. "He's still being an ass, and my son will not be subjected to that just because the monkey doesn't like his mother."
Butch and Boomer shared a worried look at their wounded brother. "This isn't easy for him Brick."
"Like this has been easy for me?" Brick asked. "I asked him to help with finding a place for me, so he could still be involved. He asked if it was so I could not be with Blossom. When I said it was so the baby, he refused and—." He exhaled and a thick cloud of smoke emerged.
"That thing's going to burst just like that creature she made before with her sisters." Mojo screamed at Brick when he started to leave. The elder Rowdy Ruff Boy had heard it all before. "Maybe when it goes, she'll go too."
With those words ringing from his memory, Brick set his cup down and reached for his wallet. He threw a couple of ten-dollar bills down and then made to leave the diner. The door's bell dinged angrily as Brick's barely concealed strength rattled it. Sitting at the booth still, Butch and Boomer shared an exhausted and worried glance as they watched their brother take off, leaving a bright red streak in the sky.
He didn't know where he should go as the baby shower was probably in full swing and he didn't want to ruin Blossom's mending good mood with his bad one. So he decided to float in the clouds. It wasn't often that he did, but he liked being close to the sun. The warmth was like fire and he could use its comfort. He'd fought with Mojo and then not long after that he fought with Blossom. The fight with Mojo was a long standing one that he was more than tired of. The fight with Blossom was just poured more fuel on the fire—no pun intended. He couldn't stand the sight of Blossom trying to be considerate of everyone when Mojo was being an ass.
Sighing, he rolled over on the cloud he was sitting on until he was looking down at the city of Townsville. The crater where he and his brothers fell had long since been filled in, mostly in part to the Mojo's paying for the service, rather than taking the taxpayers' money. If he looked hard enough he could see where the girls' crater used to be. It was a little north of Townsville more towards the heart of the city. The place where he and his brothers crashed was more downtown amongst the busiest area.
With all the time that passed and the things that have happened, everyone should be different. Brick knew that the he, his brothers, and the girls were different. Most of the people they grew up with were different. Yes, there were a few exceptions, like Princess and Mitch. He just wished that Mojo wasn't one of the exceptions. Brick didn't want Mojo out of his life. The chimp—his dad—meant just as much to his as his brothers. He wasn't sure that he be as fine without him in his life as he wished to believe. Blossom sure as hell didn't buy it for a second, hence her trying so hard to win Mojo over and their stupid fight.
Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that stained the corner of the cloud he was on, Brick slowly found himself relaxing. He didn't realize he fell asleep until his phone rung, startling him awake. His shock made him flail and broke the cloud he was lying on. His instincts to fly caught him before he could fall too far. He fumbled a bit before grabbing his phone and answering. "Hello?"
"What did you fight with Blossom about?!" Bubbles' sonic scream came from the other side of the phone. "We saw the door when we got home, and had to stop the shower because she started overheating. So what did you do this time?"
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Brick sighed and began his descent back to Townville. He'd stop by the store and get her more of that ice cream she likes as well as a few bags of ice. "We had a fight a few days ago. It might've come up again today."
The was a bit of a scuffle on the other side of the phone. He head the other girls fussing angrily, before Buttercup's overpowered everyone else. Shit, he thought as Butch's girlfriend sucked in a breath to scream at him.
"What is your problem? Huh? She's pregnant and your fighting with her? Why?" she started.
"We didn't fight today." He sighed. "It's just…I had a fight with Mojo, and it kind of trickled over to Blossom. I'm not trying to give her a hard time."
"Well, you are, Brickhead!" Buttercup yelled. "And whatever Mojo's fucking problem seems to be, let it remain that. His fucking problem. Not yours, and especially not Blossom's. You hear me, jackass?"
Brick landed outside of the local market and went in fully intent on being the groveling boyfriend when he got to her house. "Yeah, I'm at the store now, getting ice cream and ice for her. Will you tell her that?"
Buttercup snorted but thankfully didn't say no. The call ended with a harsh click that made Brick feel worse than he already did.
Blossom's breath was coming in labored pants as she sat in the cold bathwater topped with ice that was melting at a rapid pace around her. Bubbles sat holding her hand while Robin stood behind her with a glass of minty iced tea. Stepping around Robin into the bathroom, Goo kneeled beside Blossom and placed a cold towel to her forehead. The relief was most welcome as the pregnant teen sighed and seemed to relax a bit.
"Do you feel any better than before?"
Blossom shook her head as she sank deeper into the icy depths of the bath. "He's really burning me up right now."
"Brick or the baby?" Bubbles asked as she rubbed soothing circles onto her sister's hand.
"Both, and for different reasons." She pulled her hand that was submerged to her face, dripping icy droplets over her skin. "Is there anymore ice?"
"No! You get the hell out of here!" Tabitha's scream came from down the stairs.
The occupants of the bathroom turned, Blossom lifted her head from the lip of the tub and then set it down with a sigh.
"It has to be Brick." Bubbles said, right before the house shook. Buttercup had no doubt tried to take a swing at Brick and he blocked it.
Robin and Goo stood up while there was a round of shrieks and yelps. Bubbles and Blossom could only sigh as they heard Brick's voice rumble from the lower floor. "Let him up."
"Are you sure?" Goo asked as she kneeled beside Blossom. "We can have Buttercup throw him out."
Before a decision could be made, Brick was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with the grocery bags of ice and ice cream. Robin set the glass of iced tea down and grabbed the bags of ice. She and Bubbles opened them and poured them over Blossom, watching as she sighed in relief at the blanket of cold. While Bubbles and Robin were getting Blossom more comfortable, Brick reached into the other bag for the gallon of mint chocolate chip gelato. He decided to splurge for and get the really good stuff considering he'd been a bit of an ass.
"I hope you don't think this means she's not mad." Bubbles said once she turned around. "The further along she gets the less stress she needs."
"I know."
"Then act like you know!" she snapped at him.
"Bubbles." Blossom groaned out. "That's not helping."
Goo then ushered the other girls out and cracked the door halfway behind them leaving Brick and Blossom alone. Sitting on the floor with the Italian ice cream and a spoon, Brick began shoveling the creamy goodness for his Cherry.
"So…how was the shower?" he asked after the awkward silence. He offered her a spoonful of gelato which she readily took.
Once the coolness spread through her chest, Blossom shifted and answered Brick's question. "It was fun. We have a lot of clothes for the baby."
"All red?" Brick asked in a lightly teasing tone.
"No. I hope you're all right if he wears orange, yellow, and maybe blue. Some green." Blossom chuckled softly. "I hope that you don't mind."
Brick shook his head as he fed Blossom more gelato. "As long as he has more red clothes than any other color." He then took a deep breath and shifted so he was closer to Blossom. "Sorry for being a jackass. It's just…Mojo really got to me this time."
"Why this time?" Blossom asked.
Brick didn't answer as he set the gelato on the counter and reached into the icy tub to run his hand over Blossom's belly. He didn't feel his son move but when it was cold, he typically didn't move much. He then tended to heat up, which put Blossom in her current state. "I'd rather not talk about it."
"You never want to talk about it." Blossom quipped icily.
"Because I don't want you stressing out, Cherry." He countered.
When Blossom exhaled, Brick was met with a face full of ice. When a sudden het flash erupted, she sank deeper into the tub, submerging herself in the ice.
Brick warmed his skin to melt the ice and used the collar of his shirt to wipe away the remaining moisture. "Look, it's just Mojo is my problem, all right. You shouldn't have to deal with his bullshit."
"And neither should you. At least not by yourself." Blossom said. "We're a team now. You don't have to do anything on your own. Unlike with H.I.M, this is a battle I can fight with you."
Brilliant red stared into earnest pink before a wane smile crossed his face and he leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss to Blossom's lips. "I really love you. I hope you never forget that."
"Then stop being a jackass and stressing her out!" Buttercup's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door.
A sharp kick to the door, slammed it closed. "I know she's your sister and my brother's girlfriend, but damn does she get on my nerves sometimes."
There was a brief shuffle on the other side of the door, before the door was thrust open and Buttercup came barreling into the small space. "And you get on goddamn nerves too! Especially when you get her worked up over something that has nothing to do with her."
"Buttercup, leave him alone." Blossom said as she slowly got herself out of the tub.
The sound of water dripping urged Brick to stand up and help her out of the tub. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle kiss to the forehead with a touch of warmth. "Feel better?"
"Yeah."
"Now get out. We're still having a shower and it's a no boys allowed event." Buttercup snapped.
Only to spite her more than anything else, Brick huffed a thick cloud of smoke in Buttercup's face and then unashamedly used Blossom as a shield. The wicked smile on his face only served to irk the green Power Puff further.
"All right, enough. Buttercup he knows not to be a jackass." Blossom placated.
Her sister huffed as she folded her arms and turned to leave the bathroom. "For now."
"You stop smoking." She then knocked her knuckles against Brick's back. "Come back in a few hours. I'm going to get changed into something dry."
"All right." Brick hummed in her ear, before blowing a warm breath on the shell. The blush that came over Blossom's face was more than enough to get that devious smirk on Brick's face. "Don't forget your gelato. See you later Cherry." He then grabbed her butt and kissed her temple.
Buttercup scowled at Brick as he was leaving, while Blossom exhaled an icy breath and grabbed her mint chocolate chip. "I'm going to get changed."
"Uh-huh." Goo giggled as she ushered the other girls back downstairs. "Come on, we have more games to play."
"Breath in. Now, breath out." The professor instructed as he listened for any irregularities in Mojo's chest. "Good." He then moved the stethoscope to listen to Mojo's heart. "Good, considering it's become two sizes two small."
Mojo grunted as he buttoned his pajama shirt up. "What are you talking about?"
As the professor was packing away his equipment, he shot Mojo an aggrieved glare. "I hope that brain isn't just for show. You know what I'm talking about."
Before Mojo could say anything the door to his home opened and his two youngest sons walked in. Boomer's hair had grown out a bit, making him resemble more like the puppy dog tail end of the concoction rather than the snips. Butch's hair was back in his mohawk only he'd forgone spiking it up with gel—Buttercup didn't like the sticky feel it left on her fingers when she ran her hands through his hair. He was more than glad to be out of that style that their late "mother" chose for him. It seemed so long ago that that battle happened. "Hey Dad. Professor."
"Butch, Boomer. Good to see you." What he did next, was definitely a jab at Mojo. "How was Brick when you saw him today?"
Mojo stiffened, which didn't go unnoticed by the boys. Blue and green met before parting and they started making their way up the stairs. "He's good."
"Has he found a place out of the frat house?" The professor asked, knowing from Blossom that Brick had begun looking for a place to them to raise their son.
"He mentioned there were a few apartments he was looking into near the college they're attending. For now, he's still staying with Alex and Josh." Butch informed, not really wanting to talk about Brick in front of Mojo. Now that he was sure the two fought, doing anything to antagonize the situation was not ideal. Therefore, he had no qualms about shooting a glare at the professor. He wasn't the one that had to live with a downtrodden and grumpy Mojo.
Before anything else could be asked of them, Butch pulled his brother up the stairs to their rooms. When the sound of two separate doors closing echoed down, the professor turned to Mojo. "Well, I should get going." He then grabbed his bag and then started to head for the door.
"Why?"
The professor stopped at the door, and looked over his shoulder at Mojo. "Why what?"
"Why do you find it your personal mission to throw in my face that my son is gone?" Mojo asked as he looked over the edge of the couch.
The professor ran his hand over his face and turned to fully face Mojo. "Because aside from lie out of righteous fear that you'd take away his only chance of finding himself, that young man has don't nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong?!" Mojo shouted as he stood up to begin charging at the professor.
"Yes, nothing wrong!" the professor shouted back. "Damn it, this fucking cycle is going to start all over again and you're going to have no one to blame but yourself, you deranged mutant chimp!"
Mojo growled frustrated as he stopped inches away from the professor. "Listen to you. Pretending to be all high and mighty. If anything this is learned behavior. You threw me away! Remember?"
"You left!" The professor corrected, dropping his bag and placing his hands in his hips not in the least bit intimidated by the ape a foot or so shorter than him. "I'll admit to being rocks that you slipped on into the abyss. Yes, I should've gone after you. Yes, I should've tried to remember that you were in a sense my child. Yes, I should've done something to save you from the despair that gripped you so tightly. However," he paused to take a breath. "your vendetta against me should have nothing to do with how you support your son."
Mojo's eyes widened before narrowing as he stepped closer to the professor. "Don't tell me how to deal with son!"
"I wouldn't have to if this didn't affect my daughters and your other sons." The professor snapped at him in a low voice. "We are all tired of this. It's been thirteen years, Jojo. Let it go, give Brick the support he needs, and stop insulting my daughters."
With that, the professor grabbed his bag and left the tower. Mojo stood in empty space before letting out a scream that was purely animal rage. He then spun on his heels and stomped his way to the couch. Sitting down in a huff, he started at the wide expanse of the ceiling and tried to lower his blood pressure.
Upstairs Boomer peeked out of his room and then ventured over to Butch's. With a soft knock of his knuckles and then entered. Butch was lying on his bed tossing a baseball when Boomer tried to make himself comfortable on Butch's beanbag that housed more than a few pairs of dirty socks.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Butch glanced down over his nose at his younger brother and sighed heavily. "Cut the bullshit. You wouldn't have come over if you did have something to say."
Boomer pursed his lips before expelling a deep breath. "Well, what can I say that I haven't already? We both know that Brick, Mojo, and the professor aren't going to be seeing eye to eye any time soon."
"Well, can you really blame anyone? Besides the professor." He grumbled under his breath as he resumed his ball throwing.
Boomer glowered in his direction. "You know that's not fair. He's been trying to help Brick."
"Yeah, I know." Butch said dismissively. "It's just yelling at Mojo and making him feel worst than he does isn't going to change anything. Ugh, I can't wait to get to Hawaii."
"Hawaii?"
"Yeah. I'm taking Buttercup to Hawaii." Butch said as he sat up. "She wants to see the world. I can afford to pay for it, so why not?"
Cobalt blue eyes widened before incredulous laughter broke through his lips. "If you think Mojo's pissed off now, just wait till he hears you're going to Hawaii with Buttercup. Using his money."
"Correction. My money that he put into my account." Butch stated. "He said to use it wisely."
"Right, and taking your girlfriend on a trip around the world is wise?" Boomer deadpanned, before a thought suddenly occurred to him. He then groaned aloud and dropped his head into his hands. "Oh man, that means, I'm going to be left alone with him while he mopes."
"Enjoy monkey sitting." Butch laughed, not in the least bit contrite about the awkward position he just placed Boomer in. The middle Rowdy Ruff boy was then hit in the face with a handful of his own unwashed socks.
"Asshole." Boomer grumbled as he reclined in the beanbag once more. "What am I going to do?"
"Get out the house." His brother answered as he pushed his filthy socks to the floor. He made a mental note to wash his clothes before packing his bag. Something told him that Buttercup would not was to share a suitcase with him if his clothes smelled of unwashed boy—which they did to the tenth power.
"And do what?"
Butch shrugged as he laid back on his bed. "I don't know. Hang with Bubbles."
"She starts classes in mid-August. What am I going to do while she's in class?" Boomer asked, really at a lost with a fast approaching wealth of free time on his hands.
With a roll of his eyes, Butch blew out a large breath. "Damn it, I don't know. Go to a community college. Take up knitting. See how many times you can jack off before your spunk goes clear. There are a million things you can do Boomer. Just pick one."
When he glanced at his brother, he noticed the very focused look on his face. A look that said he was thinking really hard. "Clear?"
"Of all the things I just said, you chose to focus on the part about clear semen?" A dark brow rose as he stared pityingly at his brother. "You really are vanilla."
"Shut up." Boomer said with a blush tinting his cheeks pink. "Bubbles doesn't seem to have a problem with it."
"That's because your Angel food cake is just as vanilla as you." The more physical of the brothers commented, ignoring the chagrined glare sent his way.
Boomer's pink cheeks turned a bit red with anger, before he suddenly smirked. "I at least wasn't the last virgin. That was Brick."
The two share a brief laugh as they both contemplated that. "Yeah, I guess you get a few brownie points for that." They then quieted before mischief danced in his eyes. "Have you done any position other than missionary?"
"Yes."
That pleasantly surprised him, as he was sure that Boomer would've only done the one position. "What was your other position then? Doggy?"
"Cowgirl." At Butch's mildly shocked stare, he continued with a burning blush. "We've had sex in the car, cowgirl was the only one that we could do."
"Okay, more than a few brownie points earned." Butch chuckled. "All right, one last question. Ever go down on her or get head?"
"U-uh…umm," the stutter that spilled from his lips was enough answer for Butch who began laughing. "It's not that funny. It just never came up."
"Obviously."
Having had enough of his brother's teasing, Boomer stood up and started to leave the room. "How long do you think Mojo is going to keep this up?"
With an exaggerated sigh, Butch resumed throwing his baseball up and caught it. "He's held a thirteen year grudge against the girls."
"But Brick's his son." Boomer said.
"If anything, that just makes this worst."
Boomer grumbled unintelligibly under his breath and left his brother's room. Butch rolled over and traded his baseball for his cell phone. He then started to text Buttercup.
Rendezvous at the cabin tonight?
He wasn't sure how long he waited to hear a response, but it was long enough for him to think she wasn't ever going to respond. It was after going down to the kitchen, making himself a sandwich, finishing it, and returned to his room that he finally saw a response.
Can't. The girls are going to spend the night.
Another slumber party? Butch typed irritably.
They're for moral support against stupid boyfriends. I don't mean you…this time ; )
"Yet here I suffer." He groaned as he set his phone down. About ten minutes later his phone pinged and he was greeted with the image of her bra covered breasts. The bra was one that he bought for her after he got a little zealous. Lacy, black and monogrammed on the left with "My Cupcake."
The sight drew a laugh out of him and he sent her a picture of him with his hand in his boxers, obviously stroking himself. Butch slowly fell asleep after that with thoughts of Hawaii, the first stop on their round the world tour.
Buttercup smirked at the picture Butch sent her, knowing that he'd more than likely end up masturbating tonight. She'd make it up to him another day.
"Buttercup, no phones." Bubbles griped lightly as she reentered the living room with a large bowl of popcorn. "Movie time."
Buttercup settled at Blossom's feet on the floor of the couch and tossed her phone onto the coffee table. "All right, all right. No phone, so what are we watching?"
"Something that hopefully won't make me cry." Blossom said as she ran a hand over her belly.
"Blossom you cried when Fivel reunited with his parents in American Tail." Buttercup laughed, joined by the other girls.
"Buttercup, I'm pregnant and hormonal. I'm prone to fits of crying." Blossom defended with a hand over her stomach.
As Goo prepared the movie, she looked over her shoulder at the others. "Now, now. It's perfectly normal. I'd be more surprised if you didn't cry at the drop of a hat. Now, tonight, we're watching The Army of Darkness."
"Are you serious?" Tabitha asked as she reached for the bowl of popcorn and grabbed a handful. "It's the dumbest movie in the world."
"Exactly." The kooky girl said as she sat back among her friends. "We need something to laugh at."
"You might want to be careful with that. You might make Blossom pee herself or go into an early labor." Robin said as she sat snuggly next to Blossom.
Blossom in turn stuck her tongue out at her friends and settled in to watch the movie. Not long into it, she did have to make a run to the bathroom as she did almost wet herself with laughter as Robin predicted. When she came back, she avidly ignored the smothered laughter of her sisters and friends. As she sat she gasped with her son gave a particularly hard kick.
"Oh, is he kicking again?" Bubbles gushed as she reached over to feel Blossom's belly.
Buttercup too turned to reach her sister's stomach to feel the new life growing. "It never gets old."
The other girls watched as the three of them felt for the tiniest of movements from Blossom's belly. At first it was cute to see them clamor over her belly, but they seemed to want to feel every time he shifted under her skin. Then it came to their attention that the girls were never born; they were created. This whole pregnancy experience was new to them in every way. The only dull spot during this time was her greatly adverse to the situation chimp in law.
His animosity was reason why over this summer the girls gathered and threw a slumber party. It drove the boys crazy, but it was more than necessary.
"That boy is going to be loved so much when he arrives." Samantha sighed. "Between you and Brick, his uncles, horde of aunts, and let's not forget his granddaddy Utonium. He's not going to experiment on him, will he?"
Blossom's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Not on my Bl—blinking fireball." She said, not so subtly avoiding saying the baby's name. The girls' eyes all widened as turned to look at Blossom.
"You guys chose a name?"
"What is it?"
"Tell us."
"Does it begin with B?"
"Or are you going with something more original?"
Blossom stuttered as she tried to find the words and then turned to the television screen paused on Ash's new mechanical hand and him saying Groovy. "Hey, I thought we were going to watch this corny B movie."
She then struggled to reach the remote, but when she did she pressed play for the movie to start. Seeing her forced attention and the reluctance to answer after the prodding, the others turned back to the movie. The quiet comradery between friends and sisters settled over the group, leaving then content in the moment.
I'm back my lovelies. Sorry for the super long hiatus. I moved cross country and have been getting settled in. Writing this for you guys have been my first slice of normal since my move. Now, enough about me. It's about time that I present you guys with the second chapter of Coming of Age with Growing Up is Hard. Baby Red is on the way. A journey for the greens. Redefining of the relationship for the blues. Healing eventually for the Mojo and professor.
Until Next Time