Crashes and ear piercing screams echoed throughout the Broflovski-Cartman residence. Toys were thrown, clothing severed into pieces, a three year old Abel Broflovski-Cartman has just had a snack denied to him. The boy sniffled and gripped his torn navy blue t-shirt. Tears pooled in his green orbs, spilling over his chubby, pink tinted cheeks. His plush frog, named Clyde two, sat vacant along his kitchen floor. He seemed to have been missing a limb, freshly torn from his jade green body.

His father's remained silent as they witnessed their son through another fit. This seemed to be a common theme. Whenever Abel wouldn't get something he wanted, his tantrums would get progressively worse. It had led to countless times where the police were called to the home, thinking he was being harmed by his two fathers.

Kyle, his oldest father, bent down to meet his son's eyes. Eric, on the other hand, stood near their dining table, crouched and scared over his small son. He could see himself as a small child in his Green irises and it frightened him.

"A-Abel… You have to calm down. You don't need to cry. Dinner will be ready soon, I promise." Kyle's red curls dropped over his pale forehead. He tried to place a hand on Abel's shoulder but was slapped away.

"No! I wanna snack! I need it!" His voiced raised several octaves as he tried to scream more. Snot dripped from his small nose, small hurried breaths became more prominent as he sobbed more.

Kyle grimaced at the sight of his upset son. He couldn't bare to get mad at him over something so small but his tantrums were getting worse. He knew where he had gotten it from. His other dad was the same way as a small kid.

He ran a hand through his thick red curly Q's, taking a deep breath and letting it out slow. He tried his best to not raise his temper.

"Abel Louise Cartman, you stop crying right now."

Abel stifled a sob as he eyed his red head father. He knew when Daddy's angry, it wasn't a good sign.

"Listen to me, all of these snacks aren't good for you." He kneeled a bit closer to him. Abel scooted away just a bit more, his tears slowly stopping.

Kyle gave a small smile, "You don't want to end up looking like Dad as a kid do you? He was big. Like super big!" Kyle tucked his head back a bit, making extra chins he barely had.

"He talked like this, I'm seriously. Respect mah Authoritah!" He stuck his arms out and curved them a bit, giving the impression he was hefty.

Abel began to giggle, watching his silly father.

Eric gave Kyle a death glare, knowing he hit that spot again. He couldn't stay angry for long, since his son was laughing again.

"Aye! Don't laugh at me! I'm not fat, I'm big boned!" Kyle couldn't help but lose himself mid sentence, and began to laugh along with his now happy boy. He stretched his arms out towards him and Abel pounced into them.

The laughter began to subside as Abel gripped his father's bright orange tee.

"I'm sorry Daddy…." His eyes began to fill with fresh tears.

Kyle gently soothed his son, rubbing his back in little circles.

"Sshh, it's okay. You don't need to cry. You're alright now."

"I made Daddy angry...I made daddy scared. I didn't want that...I want daddies happy and not mad at me." He gripped tighter to his dad's shirt, tears seeping through. He huddled his face into his shoulder.

Kyle's face softened, his smile fading.

"Abel. It's okay." He let his son go and faced him, "You're just like dad. You have his attitude. I'm not angry at you for throwing your fit. We were both scared that you'd get worse. We don't want you to be upset." He wiped a fresh tear that dripped down the poor child's pink tinted cheek. "That's a good thing. You will be big, strong and feisty like him and me. You have the same thing me and dad have. We all get angry too easily. But that's okay. If we didn't, we wouldn't be who we are." He cupped Abel's face, gently caressing his cheeks. He placed a small kiss on his son's forehead, taking his palm into his own.

Eric stood up, witnessing the mothering Kyle had done to Abel. Towering over the both of them, he witnessed Kyle picking up the boy, holding him as if we was weightless. Abel was smiling, giggling happily at his red head. He breathed a sigh, thanking God his tantrum stopped again.

Eric placed his large hand on top of Kyle's head, scaring him. Abel looked at his tall dad and reached his arms out towards him.

"Daddy!"

Eric couldn't deny him. His kid gave him emotions he had never felt in his 25 years of living on this planet. He picked up Abel and held him close to his chest.

The more Kyle stared, the more Abel began to look like Eric. The only difference between the two was that Abel had his green eyes. Other than that, you'd think he was a clone of the older male. Kyle crossed his arms and smiled contently. Eric began making faces at him, with Abel mimicking them back. Kyle couldn't help but flush at the sight of both of them. His two favorite people were dorks and that's how he liked it.

"Abel, you wanna watch TV with your cool dad?" Eric raised an eyebrow, smirking at his little boy.

Abel bounced happily, "Yeah! Terrance and Phillip!"

Eric fist pumped, gracious that his son loved his favorite Canadian duo. He wouldn't let his son see the movie just yet, since it fucked him right up as a kid. He didn't want Abel to learn swears that he didn't already know from his dad's. The child didn't swear, however, he didn't like to. Not that his parents would let him in the first place. Eric swore constantly, so did his uncle Kenny. He didn't know what they said but Abel knew that the sight of an angry Kyle meant that the words were naughty. Kyle swore but only when he was in his mood or really pissed off at Eric, which was calming down over the years.

Abel gripped his large father's shirt, placing his head against Eric's shoulder. Eric caressed his toddler's back, slightly smiling.

"Are you scared of me, daddy?" Abel's voice barely audible, muttered into his father's shirt.

"No. Why would I be?" Eric seemed to be taken aback but his son's question.

" I saw you hide behind the table. You looked like you saw a monster when you looked at me. Am I scary?" His grip grew tighter.

"You're a little scary monster, alright. But you're my little monster."

Abel picked his head up and looked into his father's muddy brown eyes. His frown turned into a smirk, and he held up his hands, figures crunched as if he had razor sharp claws.

" Oh no! It's a scary little monster! Help me, Kahl! He's gonna get me!" Eric laughed as his son began to make low grumbles.

"Roar! I'm gonna get you!" His high pitched roars turned into grossed out squeals as Eric gave his son many little pecks to the cheek.

"No! N-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o!" his little hands punched his father's chubby cheeks, signaling he gave up. He couldn't destroy the evil power that was Eric Cartman.

Eric tortured the poor boy all the way to their living room couch. Kyle watched the sight from the kitchen walkway, leaning against the frame. He sighed as he watched his two boys, bonding like he never imagined.

Kyle was proud of Eric. After all of these years knowing each other, he managed to turn Eric Cartman into a loving dad, husband, and a somewhat decent person. Sure, he still hated a lot of things, such as people and minorities but now that he's older, he became a bit more accepting to jews. The love of his life was still classified as one, and he willingly sacrificed his intolerance for him, with the exception of comebacks and jokes to torture Kyle with. It's what bonded them.

He took a glance at his lover, taking in his features. He's grown into his weight. He stood a whopping six feet and 2 inches, towering over Kyle's mere 5 feet, 7 inches. He was still on the bigger side, however, but it spread out along his body. His weight settled in his height, at a whopping 285 pounds. Some of the weight was pure fat, mostly in the middle section but over the years, he has gained a bit of muscle. His arms were tight, packed with the meat of growing older. His hair was a bit longer, covering the base of his neck. It's pure brown hue captivated Kyle as he reached puberty and onward. His face wasn't as round or chunky. It had slimmed down only a tiny bit, showing a hint of a double chin left. Kyle didn't understand how this happened, since it threw him off when he came into life again, suddenly taking this form.

Kyle looked back at himself. The scars, the long pure ebony limbs. He was satisfied. His body made him feel pure. His curly red locks that hung around his forehead, his pure emerald eyes that sought out anticipation, want. He had realized that his life was nothing but a roller coaster. Up and down, looping around, breaking down in moments that were unnecessary.

He cradled his elbows in his bony, little hands. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content. He had reached a point in his life that meant something to him. No more suffering in a mountain town, no more drama that consists of him and his three best friends. It was an adult life, an average life. Not that their relationship was anything but out of control, Kyle loved it nonetheless.

"Hey, Jew. Get over here and watch Terrance and Philip with us!"

The boy's fun had subsided as Kyle came back to the real world. Eric had Abel sitting on his lap, all cuddled up in his green blanket. His chubby face sticking out, red with warmth.

"Yeah, yeah, Fatass. I'm coming. Just let me reminisce on old memories of you as a tub of lard. I can only miss so much of you." Kyle gave a wink to Eric.

Eric sighed, happy Kyle was paying attention again. The fat jokes weren't really his cup of tea, even after losing a lot of it. It just bonded them in a weird way so Eric was pleased with it.