A/N: Hello!! It's my birthday today so I thought that posting this chapter would seem appropriate xD. Sorry about the last chapter. I know, I know its sucked ass but hopefully this one will seam a but better! Please Review. =)

Three months later.

Wendy P.O.V

"Kyle, Kyle, You have to help me!" I pleaded,

"Well, what do you expect me to do! Stan wont pick up his phone, I have no idea where he is-"

"But I need him" I sobbed.

This was all taken place about 18 hours ago. 18 long, hard, painful hours. If you hadn't guessed it. I was in labour.

(crap!)

"I don't know how I'm going to do this without him".

"Wendy, no offence but I don't think Stan really cares" He answered.

This caused me to cry even loader and harder than ever. I heard I vibration on the table next to the bed. It was Kyle's phone.

"Hello, Stan?". He put the phone onto loudspeaker.

"What do you want?"

"Dude, I'm with Wendy and she's-"

"Why doesn't that surprise me"

"What?"

"That you're with Wendy"

Kyle sighed.

"Stan, Wendy needs you more than ever right now, she's about to have you're baby" He said calmly.

(Silence)

"Can I speak to Wendy?"

"Yeah, you guys need to talk". He passed the phone to me.

"Hello?"

"Hi"

"So, how long have you been in hospital for?"

"Stanley….I miss you" I say whilst finding it increasingly harder to hold back my tears.

"I miss you too"

"I've got to go now"

"What, why?"

"I got stuff to do"

"Like what?" I question.

"I love you" he said as the phone line went dead.

"He hung up"

"Wendy, I don't mean to say this in a bad way but, you know your baby's premature" he said whilst looking at the floor.

"Yeah thanks for that" I mumble.

After 5 hours of pure pain, my contractions were starting to get longer and closer together. The doctor took me into a different room, so I can finally give birth to my child.

Stan P.O.V.

Joe, No. Hannah, No. Jason, NO.

Why is it, that the best name we've come up with is Jenifer? I don't care. I want to see Wends. I get to the hospital at 6:35. All I can hear is Wendy screaming and crying. I can't stand to hear her like this. The midwife came out.

"Ok, Wendy is just about ready for the birth, are you the father?" She asked looking at Kyle. My head falls right to the ground.

"What? No he is" He said pointing at me.

"Ok, if you want, you can watch the miracle of birth" she said politely.

"Oh yeah, of course I will" I say as I walk through the door when the midwife whispered in my ear

"You need to support your girlfriend, now"

(fiancé)

I nod at her. I walk over to Wendy who seems really surprised to see me.

"Stan?"

"Shh, everything's going to be ok" I say whilst taking hold of her hand and delicately kissing it.

After two hours of screaming, sweating and lots of crying.. Our child was born. It's a girl. I always wanted it to be a girl. She weighed in at 6 pounds.

God that midwife pissed me off. She kept telling Wendy to stop screaming. As if she could actually control herself.

When she was born, Wendy whispered to me

"I'm so glad you came"

"No problem, I love you"

"I love you too, sweetie"

"You know, I'm so proud of you" I beam at her. "We've been through some tough shit but we've actually overcome it"

"I know" She agreed. I kiss her for the first time in weeks.

(I've missed her so much)

We still decided to name her Jenifer. Kyle liked the name too. In fact, Kyle seems to be really attracted to Jenifer.

"She's gonna be a heartbreaker" He says.

"Just like Wendy" I mumbled through a smile.

To be continued……