When he was younger, Craig Tucker always talked to his mom about how he wanted his life to go. He had a plan, per say, and he was going to do everything he could to follow said plan. He would go to college, get a degree in physics, find a job, settle down, and maybe have a family, all by the age of thirty five. Laura Tucker would warn her son, warn him that he shouldn't put a time limit on milestones like that. Things will happen in life when they do, and he can't expect everything to fall into place so easily. He would often argue with her that she was wrong, that he'd be able to accomplish every single goal he wanted to by the time he was thirty five, and more.

However, everything went out the window when he met Ellie at seventeen.

She came into the mechanic shop he worked at, her little lemon yellow Volkswagen Beatle needing some repairs. He was in charge of fixing it up, the cute brunette forced to wait because her parents were away on a business trip. They immediately hit it off, the conversation easy flowing and her laughter music to his ears. He found out they actually went to school together, but he doesn't remember seeing her. Craig would've remembered a face like hers: hazel eyes, freckles, round nose and face, brown hair cut into a bob. Ellie told him she had cut it herself, and Craig appreciated her honesty with him.

They didn't start dating until their sophomore year of college, their first night together a drunken mess, but it wasn't weird. After all, Ellie was his best friend. Ever since they met, she was his best friend. Sure, Craig had thought about being with her romantically, but he didn't think it would make him feel so good. He didn't know he could feel so romantically connected with someone through sex. It wasn't his first time. He lost his virginity when he was sixteen to a girl he briefly dated, and he wished he hadn't slept with her. Craig wishes he could say his first time was that night with Ellie, because even though they were drunk, he still felt that same excitement the next morning he's always felt when he was with her.

After college, they continued to date, but things got difficult. Ellie had gotten mixed in with the wrong crowd sometime in her senior year of college, often high or drunk when she wasn't in class. Craig would drink or get high as well, but not to the extent in which Ellie did. She said it was to get back at her parents for never being there, or at least something along those lines. Craig often tuned out her excuses. It was around the same time their arguments got bad that Craig started to question his sexuality. He never told Ellie, but after a bad fight their senior year, he stormed off and went to a bar. He left with a guy named Oliver and he made out with him for hours on end, his brain swimming with lewd thoughts, thoughts that he's never thought about when with Ellie. Did he feel bad for technically cheating? Yes. But he had his suspicions she had cheated on him as well. His best friend had turned on him, and she was no longer the girl who was so open and honest about cutting her own hair. Finally, after nearly four years together, Craig broke up with Ellie when they were twenty four. He moved out of their apartment by the end of the week.

During the first three months Ellie was out of his life, Craig wasn't sure what to do. They had been such crucial parts of each other's daily lives that he didn't know what to do with his time. He spent a lot of time with his best friends Clyde, Token, and Jimmy, appreciating the support they gave him.

He especially appreciated the support they gave him when Ellie appeared one day to let him know she was four months pregnant.

How could this happen? Craig was always so careful to use a condom! Thinking back to four months ago, he remembered Ellie's birthday. Well, barely remembered. They were so drunk that night that he must've forgotten to use protection! Craig realized then and there that his life plan would not come to fruition. He would not completely everything he wanted by the time he was thirty five. He got his degree in physics like he wanted, but he didn't have a steady job, no significant other at this point, and now he was going to be a dad by twenty five.

By the time Ellie was seven months pregnant, Craig was ready for fatherhood. He had completely changed his mind about everything, even going so far as to purchase books about preparing for parenthood. How could he not be excited?! They were having a girl, for Christ's sake! Ellie had been living with him again for the time being, the two having discussed the concept of staying together in the same apartment for the sake of the baby. It became apparent, however, that wasn't going to work, because Craig had no feelings for Ellie, and Ellie had no feelings for Craig. They had agreed on joint custody, the baby staying more with Ellie for the first months of her life so she could get the proper care from her mother that she needed (Craig had read about the nutrients and shit that the baby gets from breast milk in one of his books).

On Valentine's Day, Ellie had their baby girl. She was a month early, so it was a really scary labor process. However, their baby girl entered the world just fine, the doctor's finding nothing wrong health wise, but she was definitely on the smaller side. It was bittersweet for Craig, the day holding so many memories between him and Ellie. However, he was excited to create new memories, new memories involving his little girl. His little Margot Aurora. Ellie wanted Margot as the first name, but Craig got to pick Aurora for the middle name. Ellie thought it was pretty, but she also didn't know it was space related. That day was the first time Craig Tucker cried tears of joy. It was immediately after he felt the weight of his daughter on his chest for the first time ever. Both Thomas and Laura Tucker knew when they visited them at the hospital the next day that Margot was going to be a daddy's girl.

It was about six months after Margot had been born, and things were starting to look normal for Craig. Ellie and him had been doing a great job in being hospitable to each other when they were around each other, Craig was enjoying his alone time with his baby girl, and Ellie was even enjoying motherhood. There was one weekend in particular that Craig will always remember. Ellie was late in dropping Margot off, and she was never late. When she arrived about an hour after she was supposed to, Craig could tell she had been smoking. He was livid, saying that she could've gotten both her and the baby killed on the drive over. Ellie didn't care, shrugging it off as she passed Margot and her baby bag over.

"Whatever. I'll see you Monday, Craig. Bye, Margot!"

That was the last time Craig ever saw Ellie.

Time moved on. He tried contacting her, he really did, but Ellie must have changed her number or got rid of her phone all together. Craig didn't know and he honestly didn't care anymore. He had adjusted to life as a single dad. Picking up everything, Craig moved him and Margot to Los Angeles from Colorado when she was a little over a year old, wanting a fresh start for himself and his daughter. His friends eventually joined him, Token going to LA for work, Clyde for personal reasons, and Jimmy to try and get his comedy carrier started. It was a nice change of pace, and Craig could now turn his attention back to his life plan. He realized when he was twenty eight, however, with a now three year old running around, that his plan had been coming into fruition all along, but it just didn't go originally as planned.

And Craig was finally okay with that. He had Margot to keep him company at least.

"How long do we have to sit here?"

"I don't know, Clyde. We usually sit here for two hours." Craig chuckled, tossing a few M&M's at Clyde's open mouth. Clyde started chewing after the candy landed in his mouth, humming in thought.

"Lame."

"It's our fucking job, Clyde, we're cops."

"Hmm…you're right."

Craig had become a cop a little over two years ago, needing a better paying job than his last one once Margot entered preschool. Clyde joined him on this journey of joining the LAPD, wanting a, quote, "more adult job now that I'm a married man". How they were assigned partners, Craig would never know, but it's pretty fun getting to work with your best friend every day.

"We can visit Bebe after we're done here. How does that sound?" Craig asked, crumpling up the M&M's bag and tucking it in the cup holder.

"Sounds good to me. Any excuse to see my lovely wife." Clyde sighed, propping his feet up on the dashboard.

"Isn't your anniversary coming up soon?"

"Yup! A few weeks," Clyde chuckled, glancing over at Craig. He reached over, grabbing his left wrist. "This one new?" He asked, pointing to a fresh looking tattoo on his arm. It was hard to tell at this point which tattoos were new and which ones were old, the sleeve of black and white flowers taking up Craig's entire left arm at this point. Clyde had pointed out a bundle of lavender on his forearm.

"Yeah, got it last weekend." Craig chuckled, thumb running over the lavender. Margot had chosen the flower this time. Craig got his first tattoo not long after she was born and he eventually slowly started adding more flowers to his arm, wanting to add one every now and then. He liked to think his tattoo sleeve was blooming along with his princess.

"Margot picked it this time, right?"

"Mhm."

"Speaking of, what wild crazy plans do you two have tonight? Any special dinner planned?" Clyde teased, knowing Craig has a tendency to spoil her.

"She actually starts her ballet classes tonight." Craig laughed, checking the time on his phone. Only ten minutes have passed. Jesus Christ.

"Oh my god, really?!"

"Yeah."

"Will you take pictures?!"

"Clyde, when have I never taken pictures?"

"Mmm. Good point." Clyde snorted, digging through the glove compartment until he found his bag of gummy bears.

"You're gonna share those, right?" Craig asked, hand already extended.

"You're not giving me much of a choice, daddy."

"Don't call me that, Clyde." Craig said sternly, but it was hard to hide his smile.

It was too hot.

Well, LA was always hot for Tweek, but he's been here for a year now and he still isn't used to the heat. It's days like today he misses his home town in New York.

"Frenchie, can you go grab some more red roses for me?" Bebe asked, Tweek snorting at the nickname. Bebe's been calling him that for a few months now, ever since he added a pastel pink ombré to his hair.

"Top row in the back, right?" He asked over his shoulder, already looking at the vast rows of flowers.

"Yeah! Can you grab some white and pink ones as well, please?!"

"Can do!"

Bebe had opened up her own flower shop not long after she got married. She found during the wedding process that she had a keen eye for flowers, so, with a lot of support from her husband, she eventually found a shop to make her own. Tweek and her met by accident, really. She was meeting someone at a café for an interview to work for her and she had mistaken Tweek for the potential employee. They never showed, but she had spent so long talking to Tweek that she hadn't noticed. She offered Tweek a position at the shop and he was happy to accept it, having just moved to LA a month prior. It's been almost two years since she opened the shop, but almost five months since Tweek has joined her, and she couldn't imagine the shop without his artistic aura.

"Grab some vases for them, too!" Bebe called out, Tweek not even responding, but she knew he heard her. The bell above the shop door chimed, the blonde whipping around with an arm full of lilies and roses.

"Seems like you've got your hands full."

"Always Captain Obvious with you." She chuckled, leaning up to capture her husband's lips in a soft kiss.

"Long day?"

"Not really. Trying to get some new arrangements together for spring. The start of spring in a few weeks means the start of tourist season."

"Babe, it's LA, it's always tourist season." Clyde laughed, adjusting his hat after rubbing the back of his neck. Tweek came out from the back, colorful vases with tiny faces on them in his hands. The flowers he had been asked to get were in them, making it easier for him to carry.

"Oh! Hey Clyde!" He said with a grin, setting the vases down.

"Hey Tweek. Those your latest master pieces?" He asked, referring to the vases. Tweek was what one might call a stereotypical art guy: colored hair, band-aids on his fingers at times from burns or cuts, a tattoo on the back of his right bicep of a bumble bee with a laurel wreath around it, often seen wearing overalls. He embraced it because he was an art guy. Tweek was really into pottery, specifically, Bebe often using his vases in the shop so people can also purchase them while there.

"You could say that." He chuckled, setting the vases down on the display table Bebe was setting up. She started plucking roses from them, adding them to the arrangements she was working on.

"What time you off tonight, Clyde?" Bebe asked, focusing on her arrangements now.

"Around five. Not too late."

"Can you put the chicken out on the counter when you get home? I'll be home around six."

"Can do." Clyde said, tugging his phone out to put a reminder in. Tweek watched the simple interaction, his heart clenching a bit. Tweek was a hopeless romantic on top of being an artsy person, often wondering when his knight in shining armor would come in and give him kisses the way Clyde does for Bebe. He was snapped out of his thought when he heard a voice over what sounded like a loud speaker outside.

"Officer Donovan, it's almost three o'clock. We need to go." Bebe let out a laugh as she heard the voice, Clyde poking his head out of the shop door.

"Five minutes!"

"Fine. I'm taking the last of your gummy bears."

"Copy!" Clyde shouted back through a laugh, Tweek blinking at the deep voice from outside.

"Who-who is that?"

"Him? Oh, that's my partner and best friend Craig. Ignore him. Neat guy though! He's got, like, two different colored eyes. Real neat, handsome dude." Clyde said, Tweek blushing a bit as he nodded.

"Don't keep him waiting, I'll see you later. Go save your gummy bears." Bebe chuckled, leaning up to kiss her husband once more.

"This is why I love you," Clyde breathed out, turning to the door. "See you Tweek! Bye, honey!"

"Bye Clyde!" They both shouted out, Tweek going to the door after a moment to watch the pair drive off. The man in the driver's seat looked tall and strong, at least from what Tweek could tell from his silhouette. Maybe he'd meet this mysterious character someday and see if he was as handsome as Clyde said he was.

Craig was leaning against the hood of the car, Clyde in the passenger seat still with the window down.

"Bebe sends her love."

"Give her a big ol' smooch from me." Craig chuckled, sipping at his coffee they got on the way over to the elementary school.

"I can't believe you dumped the entire bag of gummy bears in your mouth before I got to the car."

"I'm a dad, if I want food, I have to eat it fast." Craig said with a shrug, Clyde snickering.

"How are you still as fit as you are then?" Clyde asked, Craig turning his head to look at him.

"I work out?" He said slowly, furrowing his brows. Sure, Craig's eating habits weren't the best, but he made sure to work out whenever he could.

"Speaking of, can we work out together more?"

"That's my alone time, Clyde." He said, shaking his head.

"Please?"

"No."

"Craig, please?"

"No, Clyde."

"Don't make me beg."

"I'm a dad, Clyde, I can do this all day."

"Craig-"

"Fine, pick one day for us to go to the gym together." Craig sighed, holding his index finger up for emphasis. As the conversation died, tiny footsteps came rushing towards the car, Craig passing his coffee over to Clyde before turning his attention the other way.

"Daddy!" Craig caught his daughter as she jumped up into his arms, a grin on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck, legs securely positioned around his torso. She was almost a spitting image of her father: bright blue eyes that match her father's one blue eye, long brown hair, some freckles, sharp features (well, she had some baby fat still, but her face wasn't as round as her friend's faces). She was beautiful, and Craig was so thrilled she was his little girl.

"There's my princess!" Craig chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"Hi Unkie Clyde!" Margot giggled, waving at Clyde.

"Hello, m'lady!" Clyde said, bowing the best he could to her from his position. It was an unspoken routine they had, the two of them picking Margot up after school, going back to the station, and then going their separate ways for the day.

"Daddy, guess what I did today?" She said, jumping down from his arms onto the sidewalk.

"What did you do today, Margot?" He asked, opening the back door for her. Margot loved riding in the back of the car, liking to talk to them between the grates that separate the back from the front.

"We made volcanos in science class!"

"What?!" Craig gasped, Clyde grinning as she continued speaking once Craig was in the driver's seat.

"Yeah! We got to put food coloring in and-and I made mine blue because that's your favorite color." Margot giggled, kicking her legs in the seat. Craig smiled in the mirror, Clyde turning to look at her as he headed back towards the station.

"I heard a little miss someone starts ballet tonight."

"That's me! I do!"

"Are you excited?"

"Uh-huh! Daddy let me pick out a new outfit for it." She explained, Clyde smirking at Craig, who was trying not to blush. It was no secret Craig spoiled her, but he doesn't like to admit to it when he doesn't have to.

"Oh he did, did he?" Clyde said slowly, Craig reaching over and pinching his thigh. He hissed, Craig smirking at him.

"Yeah! It's a black leotard! I've never had one before. It was comfy!"

"I'm sure you'll look amazing, Margot." Clyde said, facing forward.

"Daddy, what's for dinner?"

"Ravioli, baby." Craig said, grinning as he heard Margot gasp.

"I love ravioli!" She giggled, looking out the window at everything passing. She fell silent after that, Craig and Clyde as well. That's how it always went, really, and Craig loved the simplicity of it all.

Craig was no Gordon Ramsey, but he prided himself on his cooking skills. Considering he knew nothing about the craft when Margot was born, he's come a long way since then. After a delicious ravioli dinner, Craig went down the hall to her bedroom to help her get changed. They lived in a decent sized apartment, but Craig was hoping to move before she was ten, because then the place would be too small for the both of them. It worked now considering she was still so tiny.

"I'm gonna be a ballerina." Margot said, standing at the mirror in her room while Craig tugged the tags off her leotard and ballet flats.

"You excited?"

"Mhm! Olivia is doing it, too, remember?" She asked, Craig chuckling. How could he forget Olivia Marsh? She was around his apartment so often, Craig was convinced he had two daughters sometimes. Margot and Olivia met in preschool and immediately became best friends, and Craig didn't mind because her parents were really nice. Wendy and Stan Marsh were high school sweethearts, but have only been married for about seven years. They had Olivia about two years after they got married, and she was almost an exact replica of her mother.

"That's right. Are you excited to dance with her?" He asked, helping her get changed into the leotard.

"I am! We can practice the routine on the playground at recess if we wanted to." Margot explained, Craig chuckling as he stood up after she was dressed and grabbing a hair tie. He put the thing between his teeth, starting to gather her hair.

"High ponytail?" He asked between his teeth, Margot nodding.

"Yes please." Craig continued to pull her hair up, eventually taking the hair tie out from between his teeth and tying Margot's hair up.

"There you go." He murmured, kissing the top of her head. Margot grinned at her reflection, rushing out the bedroom after she was finished to grab her sneakers. Craig started to follow her, her flats in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Come on, daddy, it's time to go!"

The studio was cute, Craig had to admit, and definitely on the smaller side. He leaned against the wall of the studio as he watched Margot talk with Olivia, Stan and Wendy to his left.

"Have you ever met the instructor?" Craig asked, Wendy nodding.

"Tweek? Yeah, he was Olivia's instructor last year as well when she first started lessons." That's right, Olivia convinced Margot to do this.

"He, huh?" Craig chuckled, Stan snorting.

"Maybe you two will hit it off, Tucker."

"Can it, Marsh." He breathed out through a soft laugh, Margot rushing up.

"Daddy, can you put my hair in a bun like Olivia's?"

"How do I do that?" He asked, Wendy smiling as he saw the flustered blush crawl up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Come here, sweetie, I have an extra hair tie and some bobby pins," Bobby pins? Craig watched as Wendy gathered her pony tail and spun it around the hair tie already in her hair, then watched as she used another hair tie to secure the bun. She put a couple of these bobby pins in her hair, giving it a pat once she was finished. "There you go, Margot!" Wendy said, kissing her cheek.

"Thanks, Miss. Wendy!" She giggled, running back over to join Olivia.

"How-what was that?" Craig asked, Wendy grinning.

"I'll teach you how to do that." She laughed, Stan humming.

"I swear, women have some sort of book that they're born with that just gives them all the necessary information for survival." He said with a chuckled, Wendy turning to look at her husband.

"Yeah, it's called our brains." She said, Craig snorting beside her. Turning his attention forward, Craig suddenly felt his chest tighten when he saw a new face across the room talking with his little girl. He looked like a porcelain doll, skin pale despite being in sunny Los Angeles and a million freckles dotted it as well (maybe not a million, but Craig couldn't stop trying to count them from his position across the room). His hair was slightly pink at the front and it made his rosy cheeks stick out even more. Bright, happy green eyes lit up his face as he grinned at whatever his daughter was telling him, Craig catching a glimpse of a tattoo on the back of his arm in the wall behind him that was made of mirrors. As he stood up, Craig swallowed hard, his long, toned legs making him seem taller than he actually was. He was about as tall as Clyde, maybe five foot ten, but he was all leg. The leotard he was wearing emphasized his tiny waist, and suddenly, the room felt too hot for Craig.

"I, uh, is that the instructor?" Craig asked softly, clearing his throat afterwards as his voice broke a little. Stan bit his lip to stop from grinning, but nodded, turning his attention forward as the friendly face of the instructor started to guide the girls on some warm-up stretches.

"Yeah…that's Tweek."

NOTE: Sooooo I started the new story already ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Okay, so I was feeling uninspired to finish the last two chapters of Hot for Teacher (and if you liked this chapter, check out that fic!) and I had so many ideas flowing for this story, that I decided to take a break and write the first chapter of this to help the flow, and it definitely helped!

I hope you enjoyed this! It might be a bit before this updates again, but once Hot for Teacher is finished, I'll be updating this more regularly.

Hope you enjoyed, and, as always, any and all feedback is appreciated!