Chapter 9
I clench Tweek's hands tight as my breathing hitches. Get a hold of yourself, McCormick!
"Congratulations, you're pregnant." Oh shit, I think my heart just stopped.
"Can I keep it this time?" Tweek asks unmoved by the news.
"Well, we'll run some tests on you, but I have a feeling it's a yes this time." I glance over to Tweek's face again. Thank God, she's smiling. She excitingly stands to follow the doctor out of the room.
"Are you coming, Kenny?" I jump out of the seat to follow them.
~X~
The ultra sound woman lays Tweek down in Her little hospital gown onto a bed. There's a machine on one side of us and a screen on the other.
"This is going to be a little cold." The kind Asian woman squirts jelly onto Tweek's pale feminine stomach.
"Ah, there it is." Dr. Cradd, as we found out his name is, says standing above the ultra sound woman.
"All seems to be going very well for your first trimester, Miss. Tweak." I can see a small smile on Her lips as She stairs at the screen. I squeeze Her hand and She looks at me. I grin at Her and Her smile grows before She looks back to the screen. She seems so much happier about this than I kinda expected.
"It's too early to tell anything big, like the sex, but it's developing perfectly. You get to keep it this time, Miss. Tweek." Holy shit, I'm gonna be a daddy. I look up to our little blob on screen and I can't help but smile like an idiot.
~X~
"What do you think Craig is gonna say?" I ask her in the car on the way back to the apartment.
"He's gonna tell us exactly what we need to hear right now, just like he always does." She tells me as She looks at the ultrasound photos.
"What do you think that is?"
"As usual, I have no fucking idea." She giggles and looks up to me. I take Her hand in mine as we wait in traffic.
~X~
"A kid? What are we gonna tell it? 'Oh you have two daddy's and a mommy that wasn't always a girl and lots of fucked up shit happened, so now BAM! Here you are thanks to alcohol and recklessness!'?" Craig shouts at us. I never expected Him to react like this.
"Craig, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I shout at Him. How could He be so cruel?
"Craig, this is all our fucking fault! Go out and have a fucking smoke, and then come back in and tell us what we need to hear, instead of being a flat out asshole!" Tweek yells, which shuts us both up. She has always frightened me when She's pissed. Scary shit, man.
Without saying another word, Craig flips us both off before storming out of the apartment, and slamming the door.
"He's just stressed." Tweek flops herself down on our sofa.
"I know. You want anything? Coffee?"
"I think coffee is bad for the baby. Actually, he gave me a book of all things bad for the baby."
"Smoking, alcohol, drugs; all the things we do." I state as I grab a carton of apple juice. "It's amazing nothing you've done in the past couple months has affected the baby."
"Yeah… But there's other stuff. Kenny, could you bring me a few ice cubes in a glass?" Ice cubes?
"Cravings?"
"Yes. Get used to it. Last time, all I wanted was peppermint. It was fucked." I take a seat beside her and hand her a glass of water with cubes, and my glass of apple juice.
"I gave you water too 'cause you're gonna need a lot more of it now."
"Do you know things about pregnant women?" Tweek asks before taking a sip.
"I do. I took all the chick classes in high school."
"Chick classes?"
"Yeah; family studies, home economics, child care; all that."
"Why?"
"There are no saws in home economics."
"…Okay." Suddenly our door opens and we both turn to see Craig kicking off his boots. He walks over to us and takes a deep breath before speaking.
"I love you two. " He states before taking a seat at the chair we have beside the television. "I shouldn't have shouted at you, I was just stressed."
"We know. It's okay, Craig." Tweek says softly.
"We're going to do this right. We'll take the classes, and we'll read books and shit, and we'll find a townhouse or something where we can raise our baby with more space. When we're out of university, we'll get a house, and it will all work out."
"I guess it's been a kinda unsaid mutual understanding that it doesn't matter who the actual father is, right?" Tweek asks.
"Actually, I never even thought of that." I say truthfully.
"Tweek, if I'm the 'actual' father, I still want Kenny there, obviously. It just has to go on the kid's birth certificate who the real father is."
"Right. But we're raising it to, like, call both of you it's daddies?"
"Yes." Craig and I chime.
"K."
"Can I see the pictures?" Craig asks, and Tweek passes Him the ultrasound photos. His eyes soften as He holds the small piece of paper. "Now, Tweek's gonna need healthier food than our 'Collage Diet', so we'll go grocery shopping tomorrow." Craig continues to list off what needs to be done.
"Are we gonna tell anyone?" Tweek asks out of nowhere.
"Like who? Your parents? They wanted you out as soon as you graduated, and we haven't spoken to them since you moved away cause your father threw all of your stuff on the front lawn ranting about how happy he was to get rid of you." It's true. They were fucking ecstatic to get rid of him, since they couldn't support him anymore.
"I guess we could tell my parents. They would probably want to know." Craig sighs from across us.
"Ruby would probably be happy. Girls like babies, right?" Tweek pulls her knees to her chest.
"Yes they do, Tweek. Do we want to tell Stan and Kyle?" I ask my partners. I know neither are big fans of them.
"If they ask, but you probably shouldn't go around bragging to everyone." Craig tells me.
"School is almost over. Our midterms are in a few weeks. We don't have to see anyone after that." Tweek states.
"Are we going back to South Park, then?" I ask Him.
"We need to find a place to stay that's better for the baby. We'll start looking as soon as school is done." We all agree. Well, our lives just got a little more interesting.
~X~
"Do you guys have everything? My parents know we're all staying for at least two weeks while we get this house situation figured out." Craig tells us as we pack up the car. We told the landlord we'd be moved out by the end of June.
"I'm all set." I close the back door, and walk over to get in on the other side. Tweek is in the front beside Craig, who will be driving for now.
"Same." Tweek closes the trunk and gets in beside Him. God, I never notice how long Her hair has gotten until I sit or stand behind Her. It's down to just past Her shoulders. Her style is just as messy as ever, but it looks great.
"Then, I guess we're off." Craig starts the Kube's engine and we take off to South Park. The only person who will miss us is MOM, since we're her best bartenders she's ever had; our skills are the only reason she's overlooked our ages.
A/N Shit, there's only one and a half chapters left of Kenny. My plan isn't working out too well :( !