What will happen when Buttercup finds out she’s pregnant?
The next morning when Blossom and Bubbles came downstairs for breakfast Buttercup was already up, sitting on the couch reading the paper. She looked kind of blue, as she didn’t even acknowledge their presence as they walked by. They went into the kitchen to have some breakfast without a second thought. When they came back out, Buttercup was still sitting on the couch in the same position.
“Buttercup, are you okay?” Blossom asked. “You look a little green.”
“Well, green is my color,” she said sarcastically.
“That’s not what I mean,” Blossom said, sitting down next to her sister.
“Are you sick?” Bubbles asked. “Maybe you need to eat. We still have some breakfast left. I’ll go…”
“No,” Buttercup snapped. She saw the hurt look on Bubbles face. “I’m sorry, Bubbles. I’m just not hungry is all.”
Buttercup got off the couch and flew back up to her room. This morning she felt so sick, but she didn’t know why. She went into her bathroom and threw up.
“What’s happening to me?” Then she looked at her calendar. She looked back to see what days were marked. “No.” She shook her head fiercely. “This can’t be happening.”
She changed her clothes quickly and ran out of the house. She flew to the nearest drugstore and walked down the isle where all the feminine products were. She picked up a box. The product she came to buy. She hid her face well with the hood of her jacket and paid for the product.
She flew back home and made a beeline to her bathroom. “Home pregnancy test,” she said and sat down on the toilet. “Oh, Butch, what have we done?”
She read the directions and followed them carefully. She was so nervous she didn’t know what to do. She thought to herself. It’s has to be negative. It just has to be. She waited, afraid to even look. Finally, she did. A plus sign.
She was so stunned she dropped the test. She sat there for the longest time, until finally she heard her phone go off. It was back in her bedroom, so she walked back in and saw the number. It was Butch’s number. What was she going to tell him? She wasn’t, not yet.
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