To Make You Happy Ch. 8

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Buttercup's POV:

I for some reason felt better. But I still didn't know what I was going to do.

I flew home, and saw the Professor pacing in the window with his pipe in his mouth, in deep thought.

I nervously landed and opened to see Blossom and Bubbles on the couch. Bubbles was biting her bottom lip, and twirling her left pigtail, and Blossom was wringing her hands.

"Buttercup, can you please have a seat with you sisters. "He asked still pacing.

I sat next to Blossom gripping the arm of the couch for dear life.

"I can usually sense when things are wrong with you three…" He sat down

"But today, you two come home, and go upstairs without so much as a 'Hey Professor'" He sat down and looked mainly at Blossom and Bubbles. "Now what's going on?"

They both looked down.

"Buttercup?" he asked turning towards me…

"It's about me. I told them not to tell you, but you'd have to find out sooner or later" I played with the seam of Ace's jacket trying to think of a way to change the subject.

"Girls, would you give your sister and I a minute alone, please?"

Bubbles flew upstairs really fast; I guess she was trying not to spill the beans for me…

"Are you going to be ok?" Blossom asked before getting up

I nodded, and she flew upstairs but I didn't hear the door close completely.

"Sweetheart, what's bothering you so much?" He asked looking at me with worried eyes.

"Just don't kill me okay?"

He took a deep breathe seeming to brace himself.

"I don't like where this headed, but ok."

Another long silence and I figured I had to tell him.

"I'm pregnant" The words escaping my mouth like they had been held captive.

My eyes were glued to the carpet, waiting for any sort of response.

I looked up at my creator, and saw that all the color had drained from his face. His eyes were seemingly larger than before.

"Please tell me I did not just hear those words come out of your mouth…" He said looking at me with the same anger he had showed the other night, when he found out I was out at the dump.

I looked at him not knowing how in the world I was supposed to respond to that question.

"What do you want me to say? We were careful, we used protection…"

He was shaking his head, and tapping his foot nervously.

"Buttercup you're eighteen! …..How old was Ace?"

"Is that what this is about…because it's him?"

He fell silent …

I laughed it off as tears filled my eyes. "You're not even mad about what's going on with me, it's about Ace isn't it…..It's always about Ace!" I yelled

"It is because he wasn't good for you!"

"How do you even know? You didn't know anything about them!"

"Maybe I didn't, but I didn't have to, to know that I didn't want you there!"

"Well you don't make my decisions anymore!"

"Buttercup you are eighteen years old! "

"Yeah, you keep telling me that and I don't think your hearing yourself. I'm eighteen, Dad! I'm not your five year old little powerpuff anymore!"

Dad was a word I rarely use with the Professor, but when I did he knew it was for emphasis.

Tears were now smeared all over my face.

"Well I guess you got your wish about me not being around them anymore. But I thought I would at least have some support through this. But I'm doing this alone anyway, so…"

"Butterc…"

"Mayor gave all three of us apartments downtown. I have enough credits to get my diploma next month, and I can get a job at the diner downtown for money. I be out first thing in the morning"

With that I flew upstairs to my room, and started to pack. I put a hand on my tummy, and cried sinking down the wall of my closet. "I need you" I whispered looking up at the sky.

Ace's POV:

I decided I should tell her at home so if she was mad, she could I guess feel comfortable. I still didn't know how to explain…

I walked up to the door with a wimpy bouquet of flowers, and took a deep breath, when I heard yelling.

It sounded like Buttercup, but I slowly ducked through the bushes and peeked through the window, that had been left just slightly cracked.

She was sitting looking at the Professor in shock…

."You're not even mad about what's going on with me, it's about Ace isn't it?...It's always about Ace!" she yelled

"It is because he wasn't good for you!" The Professor was standing up now, his jaw clenched.

"How do you even know? You didn't know anything about them!" Tears were visibly rolling down her cheeks, as she yelled.

"Maybe I didn't, but I didn't have to, to know that I didn't want you there!"

"Well you don't make my decisions anymore!"

"Buttercup you are eighteen years old! "

"Yeah, you keep telling me that and I don't think your hearing yourself. I'm eighteen, Dad! I'm not your five year old little powerpuff anymore!" She stormed to the bottom of the stairs.

"Well I guess you got your wish about me not being around them anymore. But I thought I would at least have some support through this. But I'm doing this alone anyway, so…"

"Butterc…" he tried to interrupt but she continued.

"Mayor gave all three of us apartments downtown. I have enough credits to get my diploma next month, and I can get a job at the diner downtown for money. I be out first thing in the morning"

A green streak was all she left behind her…

I realized it had started to snow, and sat with my back against the house trying to figure out what was best for her. She meant everything to me.

That's when I heard another voice come from inside.

"Dad, can we talk for a minute." Blossom asked as she slowly descended the stairs in her pink pj's and sat on the couch across from him.

"I get why you're mad" She said

I rolled my eyes. The last thing Buttercup needed was them ganged up on her …

"But I've been around her when she's with them." She played with a strand of her hair. "She was happy. I don't think I've ever seen smile as much as I did when she was with him. Brick and I and Bubbles and Boomer fit together; but she and Butch they're too free spirited to ever even think of each other as anything other than friends."

The Professor sadly looked up at her, listening silently.

"He loved her so much, you could see it. They all loved her. She hasn't been the same since they left."

"They were Family to her, I think more so than we were sometimes. She just wanted your approval, because even though she yells at you, you are one the few people that means everything to her."

"She might be tough, but she can't do this alone. We have to help her, because we're all she has now." With that Blossom kissed the Professor's cheek, and flew back upstairs.

I got up, and walked a few blocks, and got to the nearest pay phone. I quickly dialed a number that I was not used to calling.

"Hello?"

"Is this Butch?"

"Ah Yeah, who is this?"

"I need you to meet me at the park, it's about Buttercup."

"Wha…Is she okay?" Panic rose in his voice

"Yeah, just meet me here."

"Okay? I'm on my way…"