This is a new fanfic. I've been secretly writing it while working on Run Away, and I couldn't leave it anymore. The angst needed me.
Summary: Cartman and Clyde find out a secret that could make or break them. When they start noticing strange similarities between them, they put two and two together. KIND OF AN AU FIC.
Prologue
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"She's losing a lot of blood!"
"There's...Jesus Christ, there's two of them!" A nurse wailed, eyes on the machines around them. How no one had never noticed before, was a mystery.
Liane's head lolled uselessly to the side, sweat plastering her hair to her face. A woman stood on one side of her, a man on the other. Doctors rushed around her, but she paid no mind to them.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked her warmly. They weren't listening to the doctors or nurses. The man and woman were focused solely on how Liane's pretty face was paling. Rapidly.
"I'm...Ah!" Liane's lips parted in a scream, her back arching. They had been too late for the drugs, and it was going to be going natural. She was scared, and delirious with pain.
"It's gonna be okay! Just push!"
Liane listened to the nurse, pushing with all of her might. Her lowers body flared with pain, before a deep calm came over her. The doctors rushed around some more, before a loud wailing filled her ears.
"Who..." The doctor started.
The woman smiled. "Let Liane."
Liane looked down at the bundle in her arms tiredly. "It's a boy." The man whispered, eyes milky with tears.
She smiled weakly, a deep sadness filling her heart. Her eyes stayed focused on the baby. His mouth was scrunched up into a scowl, eyes squinting as they tried hopelessly to see. He made small whimpering noises, tiny fists flailing around in search of something. She raised a finger to his hand, heart nearly breaking when he closed his small, chubby fist around her finger, mouth opening wide to swallow it whole.
"Push!"
It was fourty four minutes before the second one was born. Liane lay in the bed, one in each arm. They were sleeping peacefully, content to lay against the woman who birthed them. Tears filled her eyes as she turned to the man and woman who were standing over her, staring down.
"I can't do this." She whispered brokenly, body giving a weak tremble. "I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Donovan. I just can't."
"Liane." Mr Donovan started slowly "We had a deal."
"Honey –"
"No. We paid her good money." He argued. His wife was a kinder, more understanding person.
"Only for one." Liane said, more confident now. "You only paid for one."
"She's right," Mrs Donovan said, nodding.
"Honey, that other one's our flesh and blood." He said blandly, shaking his head no.
"We only paid for one dear. Please." Mrs Donovan begged. She wanted more kids of course, but the look on Liane's face made her want to cry.
Mr Donovan looked at the chubby boy in Liane's arms, before shaking his head. He reached out and grabbed the smaller of the two, lifting him into his arms.
"Clyde." Mrs Donovan said, nestling against her husband's side. "What are you going to name him...?" She asked Liane gently, reaching down to stroke her finger against the other boys cheek.
Liane watched her finger stroke the baby, smiling to herself, albeit sadly. "Eric..."
Mr Donovan's eyes shot up. "After...him?"
"Yes..." She sighed and looked away, pulling the baby closer.
The paperwork was filled, the bills paid. The Donovan's and Liane Cartman went their separate ways.
That night as she lay in the hospital bed, staring at the baby bed beside her, she whispered a secret promise.
"Eric. You're not mine but I love you. I'll love you forever, poopsikins. Mommy's sorry..."
With that, Liane laid her head down and cried for the loss of her second child.
Not her flesh and blood, but she had carried him for nine months, felt him grow inside of her.
She knew then that she'd never feel whole again.
