*time lapse and now they all have kids that are all 15 but buttercups kids are 4 months older*

Buttercup's P.O.V

I smirk at Butch as his face glows red with anger. Bianca just got home from school and he didn't get a chance this morning to see her outfit. She wore a tank top that reached just above her belly button, showing off her lime green belly ring, and shorts that barely covered anything. When Butch and I were dating he would've killed to see me dressed like that. Her shirt is black with a skull in the middle, the skull is a mix of light and dark green. Her shorts are lime green and fit her well. Her school doesn't have a dress code so she's fine there. But Butch doesn't seem happy at all. "Bianca! EXPLAIN NOW!" he yells, shaking the whole house. I smirk again and Bianca sighs sliping her backpack off of her shoulder and going into an explanation for her dressing. Butch loves his daughter.

Butch's P.O.V

Bianca just went upstairs after my lecture about how boys only think of one thing. She has heard it before but it doesn't seem to ever sink in. I sigh and Blake walks in. "Hey dad" He says walking and sitting in front of me. I rais one eyebrow "What do you want?" I ask suspisiously. he smirks "You know me well dad. I want 37 dollars." I sigh and hand him the money. It's easier than listening to his stupid excuses for why he needs it. I know he always just uses whatever money I give him so he can buy something that his sister wants. That's how she gets all of these. . . Clothes (otherwise known as shoelaces by the looks of how much matterial is on them) and other things. I should be happy that my kids are so close. Boomers kids and Bricks kids get along fairly well too. They both clain that my daughter is a bad influence on attitude, I meirly retort everytime that Boomers daughter is responsable for the way they started dressing. Her influence rules that department. Then Boomer points out that Bricks daughter is the reason our kids get in trouble so much for hacking into the schools master computer and changing test scores and grades. they have only been caught twice, but we all know thay've done it more. Butercup's motto is that teenagers will be teenagers. until some filthy boy tries to touch my daughter. I have already trained Blake in fighting boys off of his sister, he is ready.

Brick's P.O.V

I feel my face flushing with anger when I see Brianna's clothes, if you can call those tiny things clothes. She's wearing a short strapless top that barely goes past her breasts, and short-shorts. "No." I say sternly, then I growl and continue "Nope. You're throwing that away! No more shopping without me there to make sure you only buy sweaters. Nothing but baggy sweaters and sweat pants. That is all you are EVER alloud to wear!" She rolls her eyes and walks past me towards her room. I blame Butch and Boomer's kids. My daughter would be an angel if not for those two. But they are my brothers kids, and my neices, so I gotta love em, not like it's hard. Family usualy doesn't get along as well as every one of us do. Braden comes in next, smirking when he sees me. "Your face is red dad, I'm guessing you say Brianna's outfit?" He says, half laughing. I growl. "Yea" He laughs again and walks out just as Blossom walks in from the kitchen. She kisses my cheek and I smile just a little. Yea, it's nice, even if our family does have it's fights.
Boomer's P.O.V

I can;t breath. I can't. Why, WHY GOD WHY! My daughter Britney just walkes in wearing a baby blur top with one shoulder that falls down to the side, showing both of her bra straps. and the tightest jeans ever. "No, Brittney, go change. NOW!" I yell the last part. I usually don't lose my temper much, but the thought of all of the boys at my daughters school looking at her while she's dressed like that. I can;t stand it. Why can;t my daughter just wear turtlenecks an sweaters and chunky pants that sag at the bottom. Maybe she could borrow some of her brothers clothes. . .Hmm. . . Speaking of Bailey, he walks into the door and just goes strait to the kitchen. He always gives his mom a hug when he gets home from school. He didn;t always do it, but about a year ago we all had a scare when Bailey got home early and found her on the floor. She had a miniheart attack when she saw a huge snake comming from our kitchen's pipes. I did get rid of the snake before she came back from the hospital. Bailey, before that, had always taken his mother for granted. Not purpously of course, just like most kids do. Now all three of us cherrish Bubbles like she deserves, even though she insists that the way it was before was fine. I know she loves that Bailey hugs his mommy again. With me he isn;t as warm. He's kind of in a rebel state right now, just from me though. If I tell him something he just ignores me, but if Bubbles tells him the same thing, the complete oppisite reaction. Bubbles assures me that he will eventually grow out of it. I can;t wait for that.

No one's P.O.V

The boys and girls, and all of their kids, live long, happy lives, with a few problems, but nothing that they can;t get over in the end with family help.

THE END

(A/N I finished this story. I haven't updated since august and I feel terriblr for that. Sorry. But that is all of this story, sorry guys, you should maybe check out some of my oher stories if you liked this one. If you have a plot for a story you would like me to write you could send it to my inbox and I would either write you back and write it, or if I can't write it for any reason I could maybe recomend a that coukd. Well, that's all guys. Bye!)