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My Baby Is A 10

"She's a fucking nine!" Butch yelled at his brothers while pointing at Blossom. She looked up from her homework and gave him a deathly glare.

"Blossom is definitely a ten," Bubbles chirped from where she sat on Boomer's lap.

"Thank you, Bubbles," Blossom smiled.

"What on this Earth makes you think Blossom-Blossom- is a nine?! You've seen her dance! She's a solid ten if not more!" Brick argued. Ever since they got together he's been all over her. Butch knew he liked her but Jesus Christ! This was like Boomer and Bubbles all over again.

"Yeah," Boomer nodded, "She's a ten but Bubbles is still cuter."

"Aw, Boomer," Bubbles kissed his cheek. Butch felt like he was going to be sick.

"Bubbles is an eight," Butch said.

"You're a three," Bubbles glared. For having the reputation of being the sweetest and nicest of the Powerpuff Girls she sure did have one killer glare. It made Butch's skin crawl. He'd never admit it though.

"Okay, Butch. The girls are all beautiful, in my opinion, they're all tens. I'm sure Brick agrees," Boomer looked to their brother for an answer.

"Of course," Brick replied, not looking up from his homework. They all knew he didn't agree. He thought Blossom was the hottest but he'd never say it out loud. His girlfriend would laser beam him into dust.

"So what makes you think that Bubbles is an eight? Why is Blossom a nine? And what makes your girlfriend a ten? Because I know you think she's a ten."

"She is a ten!" Bubbles shouted, "I don't know why she's with a three."

"Who's a three?" Buttercup asked, entering the living room.

"Where have you been?" Blossom questioned.

"Professor wanted me to help him with his new experiment. I had to punch the shit out of a pretend monster." She went into the boys' kitchen to grab something from the fridge.

"Why?" Bubbles cocked her head to the side like a puzzled puppy. Buttercup shrugged as she came over to where they were sitting. She looked over at Butch, who was sitting in her favorite seat, and narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" He smirked.

"Get up," She ordered. Their siblings backed away. They knew what was coming next and as much as Blossom and Brick wanted to stop it they knew they couldn't. This was inevitable.

"Make me," Butch challenged. That smirk stretched into a full-fledged smile as Buttercup tossed her soda away. She pulled him up by the shirt and threw him across the room.

"Buttercup!" Blossom scolded. Butch had broken the kitchen table. Her green-eyed sister shrugged at her. She went to sit down when a green shield surrounded her. She banged her fists on it. Butch floated over and watched her struggle against it.

"Butch, you're cheating. Put your shield down and fight her like a real man," Brick encouraged. Blossom shot him a look of disbelief.

"Yes sir!" Butch saluted him and dropped the clear sheet encasing Buttercup. She lunged herself at him, growling. She tackled him to the ground and they wrestled until Butch pinned her to the floor.

"Get off," Buttercup said through gritted teeth.

"Your wish is my command, sugar," He flashed her his infamous crooked grin before lifting himself away from her and helping her up. She started to walk towards the sofa chair but Butch grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and planted his lips on her's. Buttercup melted into the kiss. He kissed her slow and steady, knowing Buttercup wasn't ready for anything else. She pulled away and gazed up at him with a twinkle in her dark green eyes.

Butch felt her fist connect with his chin. He went flying back, crashing into his bedroom door and landing on his bed. That kind of hurt. He heard the distinct sound of a soda tab being popped open and walked back into the room with his brothers and the girls. Buttercup was sitting in her seat with her feet on the coffee table. She looked up at him and smiled. Their siblings were sitting back in their respective seats now too, completely normal. Butch went over to Buttercup and pulled her up. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap before she could protest. She settled without trying to push herself off. All they wanted was a good fight.

"When I say get up," She sipped from her drink, "You get up."

"See how she takes charge, Boomer?" Butch's smile widened, "That's why my baby's a ten."