A/N: Hello there! This is my first ever story (on this account anyway) and I hope you all like it. Just to warn you, it might be slow-moving at first but I'm determined to see it through right to the end!

Kyle ran a hand through his unruly red curls, stretching and yawning as he clicked 'Shut Down' on the desktop and waited for the computer to switch itself off.

He'd worked on the paper due tomorrow for two weeks straight, and at 2am he was finally satisfied with his fourteen thousand word essay- written with the help of strong coffee and a good number of energy drinks.
Practically falling into bed, he checked his phone for a final time before he went to sleep, opening the single message that he'd received a few hours beforehand.

'Hi, is this Kyle?' It read. He furrowed his brow a little; no one ever texted him! 'Yes, who is this?' He replied, although at that time his exhaustion took precedence over his ability to care, and he fell asleep with his cell phone still on his chest.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. The sound of the alarm on his cell vibrating woke the redheaded teenager from his slumber, and he wearily fumbled around in the dark to switch off the irritating device. He'd forgotten the text message from the night before, only to have the memory restored as he discovered he'd received another one- from the same number it seemed.

'It's Sasha, from Bebe's house party. Do you remember me?' Kyle combed his hair with his fingers, trying to gather the somewhat hazy memories of the party that had taken place a few months back.

'Sasha…' he murmured to himself, as he pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt. Then all of a sudden, it clicked, and a face flew to the name. Blue-green eyes, and shiny brunette hair that the girl would often twirl around her index finger when she and Kyle were talking.
They'd hit it off as far as he could tell, but he was unable to remember far into the night due to the amount of alcohol they'd both consumed; and the next day he couldn't find anyone who could give the redhead her number.

'Why is she texting me now?' He wondered as he made his way downstairs for breakfast and to pack up his books for the day.

"Morning bubbie!" His mother chirped cheerfully as she set down a plate of toast in front of her eldest son. He smiled back, unsuccessfully trying to conceal a yawn.

"Kyle, did you stay up too late again?" Sheila fixed him with a disapproving look.

"It was for school ma, I had to make sure that my essay is perfect!" He insisted hastily as her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Okay, just don't let me catch you using that computer for anything else. We got it for your schoolwork and your schoolwork alone." Kyle shook his head exasperatedly; when were his parents going to start trusting him? He'd have thought that by now they'd know that he prioritised schoolwork above all else, even over getting a good night's sleep.
Funnily enough, the only time he'd given Sheila and Gerald a reason to distrust him was Bebe's party- and they didn't even know about that!

Shrugging to himself and shouldering his book-bag, he pushed all thoughts of Sasha out of his mind, and instead focused on his classes for the day. Double Maths, Psychology, English, French. Plus classical guitar group during lunch, and after school was over he'd head down to the local pool for a few laps before he got started on his homework for the day.
Despite his being a perfectionist overachiever with very little social life, Kyle was perfectly content with the way things were working out: he was a straight A student with a small but close group of friends- well, apart from Cartman that is. His childhood friendly enemy was just as goading as ever, but now they were older Kyle had grown better at ignoring the taunts.
Stan had been captained head of the school football team, but he still always made time for his 'Super Best Friend'; especially when the person in question gave him a helping hand with his homework!
As for Kenny, he hadn't changed a huge amount since Elementary school- although he wore his hood up less and less as the years went on, and his family were doing a little better since his father quit drinking and got a job.
All in all, Kyle probably wouldn't have minded if his life had stayed as it was now forever.

He didn't think about the messages he'd received again until he was taking a shower.

"Why is it that my deepest thoughts seem to appear when I'm in here?" He mused to himself. "If I thought hard enough, I could probably come up with a solution to third world poverty in here".
Once he was finished, the teenager wrapped himself in a towel and padded to his bedroom, flopping down onto his duvet and retrieving his cell from under a heap of clothes.
He figured it'd be rude not to answer Sasha's earlier message, and so replied with a simple 'Sure, how are you?' before setting the cell down on his nightstand, only seconds before the screen lit up again. 'I'm good. Hey, can I come over sometime?' Kyle furrowed his brow and ran a hand through his hair, straightened somewhat by the hot water from his shower. Why the sudden interest? Bebe's party must have been at least seven, maybe eight months ago.
'Maybe the alcohol addled her brain and she thinks that I'm actually some good-looking guy with jet black hair, toned abs and a cool car' he thought to himself, smirking a little. If that was the case, then Sasha was in for a bit of a shock.
In reality, his blazing red hair starkly stood out against his creamy white skin, and his wiry but strong swimmer's muscles were far from toned. As for a cool car, Kyle's bicycle hardly added to his levels of attractiveness.
'Sure, I guess that's okay.' He replied. 'What day were you thinking?' Dropping the cell down on his bed, he dried himself with the towel and pulled on a clean white shirt, his jacket and some jeans. He, Stan and Kenny had planned to hang out that night -no doubt Cartman would invite himself along too- and if he didn't get a move on he was going to be late.
Quickly towelling his hair dry, Kyle pulled on his lucky green hat and shoved his cell into his pocket, taking the stairs two at a time and calling to his mother to tell him he was going out. Sheila immediately appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Going where? This is the first time I've heard anything about this young man!" The teenager sighed, and looked up at his strict parent.

"Mom, I told you. Me and the guys are going-"

"What? Going where?" Sheila pressed, coming down the stairs and standing before her son with hands on hips. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was preventing an evening out with his friends, Kyle would have laughed at the slightly comical difference in size between himself and his mother, with her standing a good head and shoulders shorter. Sometimes, he thought that if it weren't for her hair being scooped up in a beehive and her weight, she wouldn't be visible at all- although her voice and strong opinions entirely made up for that.

"Look, we're just gonna go to Shakey's; I'll be back by eight mom, promise." Turning his back on her, the redhead opened the door.

"If you dare leave then don't even think about coming back!" Sheila hastily called after him. Faltering, Kyle sighed, and closed the door again. It wasn't the first time that he'd been threatened with being kicked out, and he was fed up of having it dangled in front of his face over and over.

"Oh come on! Ma, you know I've never given you trouble before! Can I please just go see my friends?" He sucked in his breath hopefully, but his strict mother just shook her head angrily.

"No! Go to your room!" Groaning, her son walked past her and made his way up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him and throwing himself down onto his bed. He pulled his ushanka from his head and threw it across the room, running a hand through his curls and sighing, picking up his cell to text Stan.

'Sorry dude, mom doesn't want me going out tonight. I'll see you guys tomorrow.' Kyle tried to keep his bitterness from showing in the message, knowing that Stan knew him better than anyone else -even when it came to texting- but it was difficult to not let his mood come through.

Trying to forget about not being allowed to go out, Kyle pulled out his Psychology textbook and concentrated on reading about psychopathology instead.

The next day was Friday, and Kyle very much hoped that none of the guys –especially Cartman- would remind him about his mother's ability to be a complete and utter bitch. He was starting to wish he'd made up a different excuse, knowing that his obese friend was bound to tell him at some point that he was 'whipped'.

Apart from Cartman being a complete moron as usual, the next day went by fairly quickly; and soon enough the four boys had the whole weekend ahead of them. As usual, Kyle planned to spend the two days hanging with his friends, swimming, playing basketball and studying for his midterms. Perhaps not the most enthralling of lifestyles, but one that worked for him nonetheless.

Waking at 7:30am on Saturday morning, the redhead grabbed his swimming trunks and towel and headed downstairs, not wanting to miss the first session that would start in an hour.
No one else was up, and Kyle enjoyed the solitude as he took his insulin and swallowed down some fresh coffee- black, two with sweeteners of course.
This had always been one of his favourite parts of the day. His mom wasn't up to boss him around, and Ike wasn't there to bug him. At nine, Ike had developed a slightly irritating habit of wanting to follow his sixteen-year-old brother and his friends everywhere. Usually, Kyle was happy to indulge his brother due to their close relationship, but the swimming pool was one of the few places where he wasn't happy to tolerate Ike's company.

Kyle had always enjoyed the feeling of gliding effortlessly through the water, releasing stress and refreshing his often tired bones. He'd been told many times that he should swim competitively for his school, but always insisted that he was happy enough just making a hobby out of it.
Somehow, he always came out of the water feeling ten times better than he did when he went in, and he didn't want to risk losing that if it meant winning some stupid swimming meet.

It was 10am by the time that Kyle got home, hair still slightly damp from the showers down at the pool, and a note taped to the fridge by his mother told him that she and Ike had gone shopping and to the movies while his father was going to be working all day. Allowing a small smile to escape his lips, the teenager tested his blood sugar levels before having breakfast- the contents of which would depend on the results of the test.
Checking his cell, he found a reply from the mysterious Sasha.

Truth be told, the girl had been at the back of his mind for the last couple of days, especially as she had only just gotten round to replying to his last message.

'Actually, I'm in the area now. Mind if I drop by?' Kyle furrowed his brow. How come she had somehow completely vanished from everyone's radar for months and all of a sudden just happened to be in the area?
His curiosity over the girl had lead him to call up pretty much every girl he knew to find out exactly who she is, but no one seemed to know much about her- only that she was a 'friend of a friend' and had dropped out of school halfway through the year.

'Sure, if you want.' He gave his address and went to dry his hair before Sasha arrived. It wasn't that he wanted to impress her as such… They'd both had chemistry at the party, no doubt about that, but Kyle really wasn't looking for a girlfriend or anything at that point in time. Stan would often shake his head exasperatedly at his best friend's apparent inability to multitask when it came to both his education and girls, and Kenny and both Cartman would often joke about Kyle being gay- which would apparently 'explain everything'.
Kyle wasn't sure what that meant, and sure wasn't about to ask.

His hair all dry, he came back downstairs and began working on his homework, trying to pass the time before Sasha arrived.
As it turned out, he wouldn't have to wait long, and she knocked on the door at just gone 11.

Forcing a smile, Kyle opened the door, and instantly his grin turned to a look of shock as she took in Sasha's appearance. Her hair hung limply to her shoulders, and the bags under her eyes contrasted with her pale skin. She obviously hadn't slept in days. And as the redhead stared at her bulging stomach, he realised that there was no wonder now.

'She's pregnant?' He thought to himself, trying not to stare at the bump.

"I… Uh…" Sasha leaned her head to one side, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile.

"Hey, Kyle! It's great to see you again. So can I come in?" Not waiting for an answer, she stepped over the threshold and looked around, taking in her surroundings. "Man, your house is big! Is your bedroom huge too?" Kyle blinked, and cleared the back of his throat.

"Um, I guess, yeah. It's plenty big enough…" He trailed off, trying to keep his eyes from wondering back to her stomach. It wasn't that he judged her for it, just teenage pregnancy wasn't a hugely common experience in South Park, and he didn't know whether to comment or not. Should he congratulate her? Tell her she looks well? "Uh, do you want some coffee?" There was a pause, before Sasha started laughing. He stared at her, confusion dancing in his green eyes.

"That's it? That's all you say?" She shook her head at the boy, and turned, waddling into Kyle's living room with a hand on her back to support herself.

"Sorry," He mumbled. "I just wasn't expecting… Why did you want to see me?" She cocked her head at him again.

"Kyle, do you remember Bebe's party? She asked, lowering herself onto the couch, patting the seat beside her. Joining her, he threaded his hands through his hair.

"Not much of it," He admitted. "I remember us talking for hours, but the rest of the night is a little…"

"Hazy." She finished his sentence for him, and he nodded.

"Why?"

"We drank a lot that night, I know, but I felt so connected to you. But then in the morning I had to get back home and you were still passed out… I kinda regretted not saying goodbye or anything, but that's just the way it goes I guess." She shrugged absent-mindedly. "And then a few weeks later

"Sasha, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, ask away!"

"How long… Uh…" She laughed at him again, and he blushed slightly.

"How many weeks pregnant am I?" He nodded, relieved that she didn't mind him asking. "Well let's see… I guess I'm 32 weeks pregnant now. Only 8 more to go!" She said, smiling and patting her stomach.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet? Or did you want it to be a surprise?"

"I've never cared much for surprises," She grinned. "It's a boy." He smiled back. She sure did seem happy about the whole thing… Happier than he himself would be in her situation anyway.

"How come didn't you tell me you were pregnant when we were talking at Bebe's party?" He asked. Kyle would have thought that by the end of the evening he'd have proved to Sasha that he was understanding and non-judgemental enough for her to tell him this, but he guessed that it wasn't something you came out with that easily. She raised an eyebrow at the redhead.

"You really don't remember anything about that night?" He shook his head, looking confused.

"No… What does this have to do with me anyway? Isn't the father around?" Sighing, Sasha put her head in her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Man, I was told that you're supposed to be the cleverest kid in school..." She sighed. "Yes, he's around- in fact, he's sitting right next to me. Kyle… You're the father."

A/N: Oh, the drama! I apologise if you guys thought it was slow to get going… But I've worked on this chapter all week and I reeeeally hope at least some of you enjoyed it. I'd appreciate reviews so much! There's nothing quite like the first review is there? And I shall be updating with a new chapter every week. I've actually already started on Chapter Two :3

Thank you for reading!