Thanks for the reviews...both of you! LOL! Here's Chapter 3, it's in Kyle's POV. R&R

Chapter 3

At first I really thought I was making the right decision, I really did. There were a few warning signs, but I did my best to ignore them. I thought that if I stayed professional, everything would be all right. I realize now how wrong I was. Looking at the remains of my house proves how wrong I was…

Everything went downhill that one Saturday…

5 months earlier…

Things were going smoothly in the office. Bebe has picked up on everything and I really have to admit that she's the best assistant I've ever had. The only issue that I have with her is that she and Stan are now dating thanks to Kenny. I told both of them I can't tell them what to do outside of the office, but while they're in the office they need to keep their relationship under wraps. I don't want any office drama.

"Good morning Mr. Broflovski!" Bebe greets cheerfully.

"Good morning. You're in a good mood today." I respond.

"I sure am." She tells me as she hands me my coffee. "I got approved for an apartment. I'm moving in this weekend."

"That's great. Congratulations!"

"Thank you. I have a big favor to ask you."

"What?"

"Can you help me move?"

"I don't know Bebe…" She does realize I have a family right?

"Please, the only other person I have to help me is Stan. He can't lift all those boxes alone, the poor thing would wear himself out."

"What about Cartman?"

"You know he's really busy now with the new baby in the house." Wendy had a little girl about two weeks ago.

"Kenny?"

"He said no way! Please Kyle…pretty please?"

I think about it for a minute. What the worst that could happen? "All right, I'll help you." I just realized she just called me Kyle. "It's Mr. Broflovski in the office, remember?" She was doing so well with that.

"I'm sorry and thank you." She smiles. "I'm just so happy I found a place so quickly. I was afraid Cartman was going to throw me out on my as…butt."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, when I first moved in with them I had to give him $1500 up front and the deal was I could only stay until I found a job. Once I got the job, he kept telling me to hurry up and leave because the baby would be here any day and they needed the room, which is understandable. So when Courtney arrived, all I've been hearing was, "when are you leaving or have you found a place yet." He even hinted at kicking me out."

"Wow…I doubt he would've done that though. Well…actually I wouldn't put it past him, but Wendy wouldn't let him do that."

She nods. "True."

Suddenly there's a knock on my door. "Yes?" I call out. The door opens and it turns out to be Kenny.

"Bebe, you have a call on line 2." He informs her.

"Thank you." She looks at me. "Can I take it?"

"Sure, go to your desk. You have 10 minutes." She nods and leaves. Kenny closes my door and sits down.

"Ah, Mr. Broflovski, I see you and Ms. Stevens are getting pretty close."

"It's all business Kenny, sorry to disappoint you." I roll my eyes.

"I heard you agreed to help her move on Saturday."

I scowl. "Eavesdropping again?"

"It's my specialty."

"Why aren't you helping?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Are you kidding me? I'm getting a manicure on Friday, hello? Plus I don't want rugged man hands like you guys."

I roll my eyes again. "Whatever dude."

Bebe returns to the office. "Sorry about that, that was my mom."

"That's fine." I look at Kenny. "Don't you have some work to do? I know we do."

"Sure thing boss!" He salutes me before leaving. I roll my eyes once again. He can be such a goofball sometimes.

Bebe and I didn't get out of the office until 10. I had a huge project to work on that's due to a client first thing in the morning. I couldn't take the risk of not finishing it on time so I had to work the extra hours. I told Bebe she could leave at 8, but she was a dedicated assistant and stayed until it I was finished. I was really grateful for that because all my past assistants would leave as soon as I gave them an out.

I finally made it home around 10:30. All I want to do is shower and go right to bed. I walk in my room and find Rebecca lying on the bed in a bathrobe. She sits up once she sees me. "Hey baby!" She says in a seductive tone.

"Hey." I reply a little standoffish as I take off my shirt.

"I was wondering when you were going to be home. It's not like you to not call when you're coming home late."

"I had my assistant send you a text message."

"I saw that...wait…that wasn't from you?"

"No, I just told her what to say."

"I see." For a moment there I thought she was pissed off, but instead she smiles at me. "Well now that you're home and Kyra's asleep, I thought…" She walks over to me and massages my shoulders. "…we could work on baby number two."

"Rebecca…"

She starts kissing me. "You're so tense and stressed, let me help relax you." She continues kissing me.

"Beck…" She ignores me and continues kissing me. I push her away. "Not tonight Beck…"

She frowns. "Come on Ky, don't you want another baby?"

"We've been over this. My company isn't where I want it to be. When it gets there, then we can CONSIDER another baby."

She sits down on the bed, disappointed. "Okay…can we at least do it?" She smiles again.

I shake my head. "Not tonight. I'm beat, I'm going to get in the shower and go to bed."

"Okay Kyle…" She gets under the covers. I guess she's pissed. I honestly don't care. We've had this discussion before. I'm not ready for another child. Yes, we could afford one, but I'm focused on my career right now and she needs to do the same. Trust me, if I could do it again, we would've waited to have Kyra. Don't get it twisted, I love my little girl with all my heart, but accidents do happen. She's the reason why I'm not ready to have another child. I work long crazy hours and barely have any time to spend with her as it is. I'm not going to do that to another child. Rebecca doesn't seem to understand that though. Hopefully she will one day.

Saturday morning has arrived and I'm getting ready to leave to head to the Cartman house. "Rebecca! I'm heading out!" I call out to her before heading out the door.

"Where are you going? I know you're not going to the office!" She walks over to the door.

"No, remember, Stan and I are helping my assistant move. I told you that the other day."

She slaps her forehead. "I guess you did, must have slipped my mind."

I smile. "It happens." I kiss her. "I'll see you this evening."

"See you." With that, I leave.

Once I arrive at the Cartman house, I notice a small U-Haul in the drive way. I guess she doesn't have a lot of things. I notice that Stan's car isn't here…running late as usual. I get out of the car and ring the doorbell. Unfortunately Cartman answers it. "JEW!" He greets me.

"Fat ass!" I respond rolling my eyes.

"Come on in, Bebe's in the shower."

"Thanks." I walk in and stand by the door.

"Dude, don't be such a douchebag, have a seat."

I shrug and head to the living room. Both of Cartman's son are in there watching tv. I sit down on the couch and Cartman sits in the recliner. We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Your boys are getting big." I say trying to break the silence.

"Yeah they are, they're getting ready to be six. Can you believe they'll be in first grade soon? It seems like yesterday Wendy and I were bringing little E.J. and Evan home. Kids really are a blessing." Cartman is still the biggest asshole ever, but I will say he loves his children. They did help him grow up A LOT. Who would've guessed it?

"Yeah they are. By the way, congratulations on the new baby."

"Thanks dude. You have to see her before you guys leave. She's beautiful, she looks just like me." He gloats. His sons look like him too, thank God they have Wendy's build. "Wendy's feeding her right now, but she'll be down when she's done."

"Sounds good."

"So are you and Rebecca thinking about having some more kids?"

"She is, I'm not. We're 31, we still have plenty of time for that."

Cartman laughs. "I understand dude, I think we're done now."

"You got that right!" We both turn around and see Wendy walking downstairs with the baby in her arms. Cartman runs over to her and grabs the baby. "Cartman, I'm okay…"

"The doctor said you need to be careful walking down the steps for the next few weeks. I'm not taking any risks." He looks at me. "You want to hold her?"

"Sure." I respond. He hands me the baby and then helps Wendy down the stairs. I look at her, Cartman was right. She looks just like him. I smile at her. This reminds me of when Kyra was a newborn. Looking at her ALMOST makes me want to consider another baby…almost. "She's beautiful guys." I tell them.

"Thank you." They both respond smiling.

Moments later Bebe comes downstairs. "Kyle…I didn't realize you were here. Thanks for coming."

I hand Wendy the baby. "Yeah, I've been here for 15 minutes. Where's Stan?"

"Stan? Oh, he called me before I got in the shower and said he wouldn't be able to make it." She shrugs. "Some kind of family emergency."

"So it's just going to be the two of us?"

"I hope you don't mind, I mean I could always hire movers. That will just be extra money out of my pocket, but it's okay."

I chuckle, I love the "guilt trip". "I'll help Bebe, I told you I would."

"Thanks Kyle." It was that moment I noticed Wendy and Bebe giving each other the strangest look. I didn't think anything of it at that moment.

Around 8, we finish moving everything in. I offered to help her unpack, but she said since I helped her move in that I didn't need to worry about that. I'm a little relieved as I'm hungry and exhausted.

"Food should be here in about 25-30 minutes." Bebe tells me. We decided to order Chinese food.

"Sounds good."

"You want some wine?" She offers.

"Sure." She grabs two wine glasses and rinses them out and pours us a glass.

"Thanks." I tell her as she hands me a glass and I take a sip.

She turns on the radio and sits down beside me. "No, thank you for helping me move."

"No problem. I just wonder what kind of family emergency Stan had."

Bebe takes a big sip of her wine. "I don't know, he didn't really say."

"It just seems a little strange that's all." Just then the doorbell rings.

"Wow, is that our food already? I'll get that." Bebe quickly heads over to the door. Maybe it's me, but it seems like she's acting a little strange. Either that, or it could be the wine. Bebe walks back in the room with the bag of food. She sets it down and grabs two plates and forks. "Let's dig in." We ordered our food from "Shitty" Wok. I ordered shrimp fried rice and Bebe ordered the Schezuan Eggplant.

After we finish our dinner, we continue drinking. I went and bought a bottle of scotch from the liquor store as I can only take so much wine. We're talking and catching up on old times. By midnight, we're both pretty buzzed. "Dude, I've really had a fun evening. You've brought back so many memories." I laugh.

Bebe giggles. "You have too. That just shows how much history we have. It's nice to see that you still know how to have a little fun. You've become so uptight."

I chuckle. "I'm just very professional that's all. Life isn't always about fun and games. Its-"

"WAIT!" She interrupts. "This was our song in high school, remember?" She turns up the radio. It turn out to be Lovefool by Cardigans. I wouldn't say it was "our song", but we did like it. She starts humming, which turns into really horrible singing. "Mother told me I shouldn't bother, That I should stick to another man, One that really deserves this, I know you do!" Man, she is butchering this song. I must laugh at her attempt though. "So, I cry." She pretends to cry. "I pray and I BEG!" She gets on her knees and pretends she's praying. We laugh together.

"Love me, love me, Say that you love me. Fool me, fool me." We sing together.

"GO ON AND FOOL ME!" She screams. We laugh again as we both take another drink.

"Just say that you need me!" I sing.

"I can't care about ANYTHING but !" She sings as she points at me.

I laugh and clap. "Encore! Encore!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" She bows, then she looks me in my eyes. She smiles. "Thank you again…for helping me move."

"You're welcome."

"It feels really good to have my own place again. I do miss my condo in San Diego though."

I thought this was the perfect opportunity for me to ask a question that has been on my mind since she's been here. "…why did you come back to South Park? From what you've told me, it sounds like you had better life there. Why would you come back to boring ass South Park?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I shake my head. She moves closer to me and puts her arms around me. "I came back for you…" With that, she kisses me. I can't believe what is happening here. I'm married man kissing my ex girlfriend that's currently dating my best friend. I push her away.

"What are you doing?"

"I've been dying to do that since the moment I saw you!"

"What about Stan?"

"He's sweet, but I'm not into him…I'm into you!" She moves in to try to kiss me again, but I back away.

"I have to go." I grab the bottle of scotch and head for the door.

"Kyle wait, I-"

"I'm going home to my WIFE and DAUGHTER!" With that, I leave.