It wasn't hard for Kyle to pretend like none of it happened because his friends seemed to be in a silent pact to do the same.
He was in silent turmoil , trying to decide what to do- what could he do? He could either have them aborted -murdered . If he was thinking of it he might as well call it what it was. Or else he could carry them for six months and hope he'd get a turn with the genie this time and just wish them out- safe and healthy.
But six months with four babies growing inside him... he bit his lips . He wasn't even sure he could do it. He was small, the tineyest of his friends by far.
Still he hadn't made up his mind so he made sure to eat healthy and take the right vitamins.
And his friends , although they hadn't said anything obviously hadn't forgot. Kenny and Stan offered to carry his books, none of them pressured him to drink with them, Kenny had even stopped smoking in the apartment. Even Cartman was nice, he hadn't hit him or tripped him once.
But now it had been long enough, a fact reminded to him when he made it to the breakfast table.
"So what are you doing Kyle?" Stan looked the ginger haired boy in the eyes.
"Umm it's saturday. I thought we'd hit the mall."
"It's been a month Ky." The air hung heavy between them all and eyes where on him.
He shuffled his cereal back and forth in the bowl. "I don't know.."
"It gets more dangerous the longer you wait."
"I know."
"And they can only legaly abort it up to a certain time. "
"Yes Stan.. I know.. I have the internet too.." He grumbled, instantly feeling bad for snapping at his friend. "Sorry."
"I'm just worried about you dude. "
"I .. I don't know. My stomach already hurts and it's only been a month but.. the internet says they have heart beats and brains and.. " He looked up from his cereal. "I don't WANT to kill them but what would I do with four children?!"
"Um .. Me and Wendy'll take one or two." Stan said , shuffling his own breakfast around. "We already talked about it and since there supposed to look like us she said she'd love a baby Stan and she'd take the Kyle too if you're not keeping him. Kenny and Cartman would be too much trouble."
"Ah'd take one." Eric said, not looking up.
"I'd rather abort it with a rusty butter knife than give it to you to raise. "Kyle snapped.
"Hey it was my wish and I'd be a damn good father!"
"Well if you wanted control over what happened to them you shoulda planted the fuckin' things in your fat gut. Got enough room there to play octo mom!" He huffed.
"I didn't think, exCUSE me."
"So the first thing that popped in your head was you wanted me knocked up?! I am literally TERRIFIED of what goes on in your mind."
"No .. I didn't want to kill you.. I mean were past that now but I wanted to piss you off and still you know get something enjoyable out of it.. " He looked Kyle dead in the eyes, face so serious it sent chills down his spine. "If you abort these babies I will abort you."
He stood up , leaning in close. "You don't have any right to say shit about what I do to them and you're not going to intimidate me. Not now , not ever." He turned around heading back into his room to get ready for class.
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"You should at least get a chuck up." Stan said as they made their way to campus.
"W-why?"
"I mean just in case you decide to keep it. I think your supposed to get one every month when your pregnant, right?"
"I'm.. not sure." He answered truthfully. "I guess I can go talk to the campus nurse today." He looked at the ground. "And I am Stan."
"Am what?"
"I .. I am keeping them. It has nothing to do with what Cartman said... it's just... I'm not a murderer Stan."
Stan nodded. "Wendy'll be happy."
He nodded idlely. "I wonder if my mom'll want one.."
"Won't hurt to ask. I got dibs on mini me though."
"Ok." He chuckled. "I don't know if you'll be able to tell them apart though. Most babies I've seen look like potatoes."
"Well as long as I don't end up with Cartman I think it'll be ok. "
"Ditto." Kyle agreed. He looked at his watch. They had 20 minutes before they had to be in class, might as well get this over with.
"You coming with me?" He asked, starting for her building.
"Uh sure I guess." Stan shrugged, following after the red head.
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"Hello boys , what's up?" Mrs. Meadows asked, raising her head from the book she was reading. They where in here occasionally, more often than not it was Kyle and Cartman after a fight. "You're other friends not here?"
"No um." Kyle didn't know what to say.
She waited patiently until finally; "It's ... a personal matter than? Would you like to talk alone in my room?"
"No .. It's not that I .." He fiddled with his gloves. "I don't know how to say this with out you just dismissing it as a joke."
"Well that's a good way to start. Just spit it out."
"I'm pregnant."
"You can't get pregnant." She looked at him sternly. "Honestly what do they teach you kids in school these days?"
"I'm serous Mrs. Meadows! I'm not just a boy .. I have um.. girl parts too and I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."
She looks between the two. "Al...alright. Tell you what. I'll write you a referral to an ob/gyn. You BETTER not be wasting his time Mr. Broflovski."
"I'm not ma'am I swear." He mumbled, taking the paper she handed him. "Thank you."
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Classes for the day seemed to drag on forever but it wasn't eagerness that filled his gut, it was dread. If word got out about this it would kill any chance he had of ever getting a girl friend in South park, maybe even the state. Not that he could hide it forever.
Maye he should take an extended vacation with relatives or - He blinked, snapped out of his thoughts by someone or something screaming , a high pitched "Eeeee!" Noise. He didn't have time to react before he was grabbed and smushed against a pair of huge breast.
Authors note- Please Read and reveiw.. Even hate mails better than no mail at all ;3