A/N: I'm back! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I really think I'm going to finish this up! Next week is finals, which means I'm looking to do everything except study :) I'd love some feedback on this!

Chapter 10

Stan couldn't really process anything that was going on around him. Bebe's back arched as a contraction rippled through her. This was second nature to Stan now; he'd been through it 4 times already. Something in the back of his mind whispered, "She's having a baby, asshole. Do something."

But he stared down at his wife and did not recognize her. He loved her. Or at least, he had. This morning and the day before and for years before that. There was a pit in his stomach, an emptiness. Everything he ever knew was a lie. Stan briefly shook his head and left the room.

The kitchen was silent except for Bebe's harsh breathing. She'd never been so scared in her life. Not the first time she gave birth, 24 hours of labor and the guilt that the man next to her was not the child of this baby. Or even the fourth time, when she had gone into labor in the middle of the super market. She needed Stan.

Her brown gaze flitted across the room, trying to figure out who was going to help her. Cartman had chased off after Wendy and Craig had, at some point, slipped from the room unnoticed. Bebe and Tweek were the only people left in the kitchen.

Tweek looked calmer than he usually did. His mouth moved quickly, but silently. Bebe couldn't make out what he was saying. Suddenly, the tiny man was hoisting Bebe up by the waist. "Tweek…" she started.

"What you did, Bebe," Tweek interrupted, speaking clearer and more precisely than Bebe can ever remember, "was terrible. If you had ever loved Craig, or Stan, you wouldn't have done it."

Silent tears dripped down the blonde's face. She did love them both. Desperately. She knew it. She did what she did because she was scared. She wanted to be with Stan, not Craig, and she hadn't wanted to ruin Craig's life either. The man was so happy now, with Tweek and sweet, little Cole. "I don't need your help." Bebe wrestled weakly against Tweek's grasp. She did need it.

"Yes, you do," he sighed.

Once in the car, Bebe was too distracted by contractions to notice how badly Tweek's hands shook upon the steering wheel. Bebe was Craig's friend and that was Tweek's rationale for helping her. If Craig could, he would. Tweek hoped Craig didn't notice his absence and get too freaked out.

Bebe groaned. "We're almost-ngh- there Bebe."

The front door slammed four times while Kyle was rounding up the kids for dinner. He ignored all of them. The redhead was on a mission. By the time all seven kids were present and accounted for, the kitchen was empty. Kyle wiped up a random wet spot on the floor near the fridge and heated up the baked Mac and Cheese he had prepared earlier that day.

All the kids ate happily. Kyle jostled baby Cole up and down slowly; he had been unable to find Craig or Tweek, which was not all that surprising considering what had just happened. He assumed they accounted for one of the slammed doors. Kyle considered the baby in his arms, whose eyelids were growing heavy with sleep. He thought that maybe he and Kenny would adopt another baby someday. Kenny was such a good dad.

Speaking of Kenny, the man was also nowhere to be found. Kyle plopped down in a chair, thinking that this had to be the worst birthday ever. The only people Kyle could find were Cartman, who was sitting against the wall opposite the bathroom and begging his wife to come out, and Butters, who was currently trying to figure out where the fuck everyone had gone.

Kyle was deciding whether or not to serve the kids cake when he heard the door open and Kenny reappeared, Stan trailing behind him looking devastated. "Hey, sweet potato," Kenny smiled slightly. It was a silly nickname from when they first started dating and Kyle hated it so much. The blond man pressed a kiss where his forehead met his hair.

"Where's Bebe?" Stan asked. He looked disoriented and confused. His face tear stained and pale.

Kyle shook his head. "I don't know. A bunch of people left. Only Butters, Cartman, and Wendy are still here."

"But, where's Bebe?"

Kenny pushed Stan down into a chair and told the kids to scatter, promising cake soon. "She must've left, dude. Gone home or something."

"No," Stan murmured. "I think I walked away from her. She told me she was having the baby and I just left." The dark haired man was obviously in shock and Kyle didn't know what to make of this story. Bebe had obviously been very distressed, so he supposed it was possible.

The ginger extracted his cell phone from his pocket, scrolling through contacts until he found "Bebe Marsh". He held the phone to his ear and it rang all the way through to voicemail. Bebe's cheery, warm voice told him she'd call back later. As a second thought, Kyle called "Craig Tucker" just in case, not mentioning this to Stan. Craig didn't answer either. "I don't know where she is, man," Kyle said.

Stan stood. "Well, we have to find her! She's having a baby for Christ's sake."

Kyle looked at Stan, the only thought running through his head being that Stan should not be driving. He shot Kenny a pointed look, telling him to take the man looking for his wife. Kenny leaned forward and kissed Kyle's lips. "We'll be back soon," he whispered.

Tweek Tweak was not cut out to help a woman birth a child. And that was a cold hard fact. The calm exterior he had somehow worn while getting Bebe out of the house and driving to the hospital had long worn off. He flitted nervously around the birthing room, making the hospital staff less than happy.

"Is this your husband?" They'd asked Bebe skeptically earlier. She had shook her head in response, but stated Tweek was all she had for the time being.

The doctor was checking between Bebe's legs. The only place Tweek had not yet venture in the small room. That was way too much pressure. "I'd say you're about ready to push," he stated.

Bebe looked helplessly at him. "My husband isn't here," she said quietly.

The doctor shrugged. "Not too much we can do about that, Mrs. Marsh."

"B-bebe, I really –ack- don't think St-Stan is coming," Tweek giggled nervously. He wished Stan would come so he could leave and find his Craig. He was worried about him. The dark haired man hadn't even called him yet. Tweek also hoped Kyle or someone was watching Cole.

Fresh tears trailed down Bebe's already tear stained face. "Do I deserve this?" she asked the strange, blond man before her. She reached up to pull his hand out of his hair. More bald spots would not do him any good.

"That's way too much pressure to answer."

"Will you help me? You just have to hold my hand," Bebe pleaded.

For a moment, Tweek's mind filled with the unwanted image of Craig, his Craig, sliding in and out of Bebe. He didn't like this picture. Craig was his. Or rather, he was Craig's. Or something like that. It seemed impossible to grasp that Craig had done that with Bebe. That they had made a baby. Tweek thought of Cole and how much he loved him. A little perfect piece of Craig.

Tweek wondered if that was how Bebe thought of Jack. Her own little perfect piece of Craig. Who wouldn't want one of those? Suddenly, Tweek was nodding, agreeing to help the sad, sad girl in front of him.

Bebe cried and cried. "Thank you."

Tweek held her hand the whole time, just like Bebe asked, but he kept his eyes shut tight. Not wanting to see anything and wishing he could cover his ears as well. Bebe's groans and screams seemed to echo in the tiny room.

"We're crowing," the doctor said, at one point. Tweek slightly remembered having skimmed over a chapter on childbirth in preparation for Cole, not that it applied to him and Craig. Bebe was close to the end.

"Y-you can-ngh-do it, Bebe," Tweek ground out, mostly just wanting this whole thing to be over.

Bebe screamed, her fingernails digging themselves into his poor little hand, and the screams of a baby filled the room. Tweek let his eyes slowly open. The baby looked disgusting. So dirty.

He extracted his hand from Bebe's grasp, flexing it a few times in order to get the feeling back into it. She smiled at him, even more tears falling on her cheeks. Tweek was glad he was gay. Tears were too much pressure and Craig rarely cried.

The doctor handed Bebe the baby. The baby now looked like Cole did when Tweek first saw him. Clean, but red as a tomato. "It's a girl. My baby girl," Bebe murmured.

When she looked up, Stan was standing in the middle of the room. "I missed it," her husband whispered, eyes on the floor.

"Stan," Bebe sighed. She had never been happier in her life to see him. She doubted she was forgiven at all, but the fact that this baby, a baby that was his and always would be, meant so much to him made her weep with relief.

The man walked toward the bed slowly, as if he wasn't sure whether he really wanted to. Bebe passed his daughter to him and his face melted. She was perfect in every single way possible. He was certain. "Can we call her Kate?" he wondered aloud. It was a name he had picked, embarrassingly so, for his future daughter when he was a kid. He knew Bebe thought he liked that they only had boys, but really he had always wanted a daughter.

The blonde woman nodded. "Kate Tweek Marsh. Because Tweek was there for me when I didn't deserve anyone."

Tweek sneaked out of the room, quietly. He wanted to find Craig as soon as possible.

Tentatively, Stan climbed into the bed with his wife and daughter. "I don't know how I feel," he mumbled. "Kenny says I'm in shock. Everything's not OK."

Bebe nodded. "I know." But for now, they had a beautiful, perfect baby daughter, who deserved to have two parents peering at her with looks so filled with love they couldn't possibly hold anything else.

Soon after, 3 dark haired boys and a blond came barreling into the room. Excited but skeptical of this "sister" they now had.

They sat on the edge of the bed, in awe of this little baby that Stan was certain would have each and every one of them wrapped around her finger in no time. Jack held her, a smile breaking out across his face.

Bebe smiled back, but her heart was breaking. Now that the secret was out, Jack barely looked like Stan at all. It scared her that they'd have to tell him. Her sweet, oldest boy.

It seemed like years ago when she and Stan were fooling around in bed. A perfect life didn't seem so perfect when it was built upon lies. Bebe watched as Stan ruffled Jack's hair, made a joke, and took the baby from his arms.

Craig was Jack's father, but Stan was Jack's dad. Bebe hoped with all her heart that this could always be true.