Baby Bump (butchercup)

Chapter 2

I might not write so much about blossoms injury because this book is about butch and buttercup. But if you really want to know more please check out my book, forgotten.
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Boomer and butch had to leave for work; there was no point waiting because she didn't remember them, yes, she lost her memory. Not completely, just 4years of it.
Though butch and I have been together for about eight years, you would think she would remember him but, that's not possible because I never introduced him to them until we finished college.

The first time Butch and I met was on my matriculation, you see the word 'my' right?
Well, that word is there because he had already finished college. I just got out of my tomboyish phase, realizing that dressing hot is also a way too make people fear you. Butch proposed to me after my graduation ceremony, it was the best proposal ever because he didn't do it like the stupid romantic ways in movies. I just woke up after we slept together for the first time...damn...I felt great. He was out of bed, I didn't know why but I kinda missed him, I could feel my body tingling remembering last night. As expected or as he knew what I would do, I took his pillow then squeezed it, trying to get his scent.
That's when I saw it, a ring; silver with a big emerald in the middle and little moon encrusted emeralds round it and a note saying 'Would you like to be the woman to tell me am an idiot forever?'
I stared at it in disbelief, the nerve of that bastard, he knew I wouldn't turn him but still, he didn't have to be so cocky.
We didn't marry that year though, it was the next. Well, our wedding had a lot of drama but it was also the day I realised that I really love butch.
Flashback
My mom was about to put the veil on my head, but she stopped to take one last look at me with my wedding gown on. I stared at myself in the mirror not believing this was really me, trust me when I say not in a good way. Most girls dream to get married looking like a princess but that wasn't me.
Here I am today, looking like a barbie princess (except I wasn't blonde) and hating it. My mom could see the sadness on my face,
"honey, what's wrong?" she asked rubbing both hands on my shoulders.
"um... Nothing." I tried to put on a fake smile for her but she could see through my smile that something was bothering me, she didn't say anything else; am glad she didn't because if this topic had continued I would burst out crying, ruining my make up...hmm...that's actually a good thing.
"OK, I love you dear, you can put this on right?"
She handed me the veil after I nodded then walked out, probably to check on my dad. I fiddled with the veil a little then threw it on the dresser. I hated this, i hated the moment, i hated the dress, i hated Butch for making me go through this.
I heard a knock on the door, "buttercup, I want to talk to you."
I jolted up recognizing the voice, "Butch? what are you doing here?"
Butch was in my dressing room looking all charming in his tuxedo, he wasn't wearing a tie; he was obviously too hot for one but buttoning down made him even look hotter.
I tried to cover my gown, "don't you know it's bad luck to see the brides dress before the wedding."
I don't know how correct what I just said was but I think I have heard it somewhere before. He walked up to me and took my hands not caring about the stupid superstition.
"Buttercup you know I love you, right?"
Panic began to rise in mg gut, "What are you talking about?"
He sighed, "I don't want you to have to marry me even when you hate me, knowing you, you probably do." I looked away feeling guilty. "But its alright to hate me, i have been a pissy mama's boy through the wedding plans and I don't want you to care that my mom's gonna be mad at you, she us gonna be mad anyway that I didn't marry some senators daughter. "
He was right -also about the senators daughter thing- but mainly because I was kinda going through with this princess wedding because of his mom, she is this like high class society woman and she is so annoying, I didn't wanna disappoint his mom because that might make him mad at me. So I also kinda hated butch for not seeing what was going on.
"I know my mom hijacked our wedding, your special day, it was meant to be your dream wedding but she made it hers, but she isn't here now, and she can't take over your dress."
"what are you saying butch?" I stared into his eyes which seemed to get greener.
He ran his hand in my hair, "I'm saying I am gonna love your sexy ass in whatever you choose to walk down the aisle in, as long as you're doing the walking and I know you are gonna hate me if I don't do this."
"you mean I can wear whatever I want to?"
"yes."
"you know me, right?"
"yes."
"and you know what I would love to wear?"
He chuckled then kissed me and replied, "yes and I will get out so you can change."
He was about to leave, when I called him back.
"butch wait."
"Yeah?"
"your mom hijacked our wedding but tonight, am gonna take control."
He blushed so badly that I had to laugh. He left still blushing and I smiled to myself thinking of how much I love him.
To cut the long story short I dressed up like a biker chick; black pencil boots, black skinny jeans, a green tank top, and black leather jacket. I freed my black short hair from its prison,
When my dad saw me he said, "you look like an angel, hot biker chick angel."
"is that even real?"
"if you wanna find one just look in the mirror."
"Awwwnnn, dad. You are so sweet." I pecked his cheek.
"You ready?" he asked as he took my hand. I took a deep breath and said, "I hope this pants make my ass look bigger than every girls' here. "
Flashback over
Butch kissed me on the lips while boomer kissed bubbles on her forehead.
"see you tonight and tell blossom I said later. "
"she doesn't even know you."
"Ouch," he replied one hand on his heart and the other still holding onto my waist, he wanted to say something else; I bet it was nasty but boomer cut him short.
"let's go butch."
Butch grumbled then let me go, "fine." he kissed my head, and whispered in my ear, "I can see you are wearing a skirt."
I wrapped my hands around his neck knowing exactly what he meant, "I sure am."