Chapter 11

Author Note: Sorry for the long wait, I know it is taking me ridiculously long to update but as I eplained in my PM's to some readers, I have one hundred and one things going on right now, sorry! Enjoy anyways x

Wendy pov

"Hold on so... Bebe knows the sex of our baby and she told you?" Kyle inquired, pacing around in circles.
"No!" I interjected. "No Bebe didn't tell me, I mean, she was about to tell me but-"
"But she has found out the gender?" Kyle persisted and I nodded my head slowly. There was no use attempting to deny this now. "But she didn't tell you?"
"No." I began again. "She was about to but the doorbell-"
"Then how did you find out?" He cut in and I sighed.
"I'm getting to that if you would stop interrupting me!" I snapped and he held his hands up, so I continued. "Red arrived just as she was supposed to tell me and then we had a minor argument when she left, I don't remember what it was about but still. A few days ago though I saw her leafing through yet another one of those baby magazines and she was in the girls section, so I just presumed it was."
"So you don't know for definite that it is a girl?" Kyle asked and I nodded.
"I guess, but I'm pretty certain she has referred to it as 'she' a few times anyway." I recalled and he sat down at the end of my bed.
"But either way... She does know?" He questioned again and I nodded, seeing his face fall.
"She just said that you didn't know." I told him. "And that she-"
"Hi, what's going on in here?" Bebe smiled as she entered, as if an unexploded bomb had just been dropped into the hospital room. "Hope's downstairs, I sent Reece home but she's hanging in great, not causing any trouble." She continued and I exchanged a glance with Kyle, he looked half angry and half upset, but seemed to be keeping his cool. "Kenny and Red have just left, not that you would be bothered and I got you a soda." She handed it to me and I gave her a very forced smile.
"Thanks." I replied, shortly and it was then that Bebe began to look confused.
"Jesus!" She looked from me to Kyle. "What have you two been talking about? Looks like you've just been told there's going to be an apocalypse!"
"...That wouldn't be the worst thing..." I muttered under my breath.
"There's going to be one now anyway." Kyle mumbled and I bit my lip.
"Sorry, what was that guys? You could speak up a bit." She sighed and then began stroking my hair. "Wendy babe, if this is about Stan, he'll be fine, I promise-"
"Oh nothing's about Stan." I reassured her. "But thank you, for adding it to the situation."
"What situation?" She raised her voice, frowning now. "Ok, what's going on?"
"Nothing, we were just in shock that's all." Kyle piped up, was he going to blurt it out here and now?
"Shocked about what?" Bebe's eyes narrowed.
"What do you think?" Kyle laughed hastily. "Wendy's in a hospital bed, my best mate, her husband is in a coma and we have just found out she's pregnant... Again."
"Wow... Thank you for that." I rolled my eyes, but I supposed it was a better excuse than them starting a massive argument right now.
"Oh right... Sorry..." She trailed off and I nodded.
"Anyway, shall we get back?" Bebe turned to Kyle.
"Yep." He replied, shortly. "We'll visit tomorrow Wendy, that is if you haven't been discharged by then."
"Ok... Thanks." I smiled and I felt him squeeze my hand. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah see you." Bebe beamed and waved as they walked out. The door closed behind them, clicking as it shut, as if it was trapping me inside the room, the hospital.

I peered around the room, there were three other people sharing the room with me. The two women by the door were both fast asleep, at least I hoped they were... I did not know what condition they were in. The lady opposite me looked slightly younger and was lying reading a book. She didn't look majorly sick or injured, from where I was sitting I could just make out a few scratches on her face and a black eye.

I sighed and flopped back onto my pillows. I guess the piles of news I had received today, hadn't yet been processed in my mind. I guess I still couldn't believe it, maybe I wouldn't until the morning, so much shit had happened and it was all my fault. My hand slid down under the covers towards my stomach. All that time, all that time I had thought I would need to diet, I thought it was just left over fat from the previous pregnancy's. My last five pregnancy's. This was my sixth child. My sixth son or daughter.

Never had I thought I would end up in this state. I had loved Stan, ever since third grade, but back then I thought it was just an elementary school friendship, a middle school experiment, a high school crush or a college relationship and yet here I was; twenty two years later, married to the guy I went out with when I was eight years old, the only guy I had ever been out with, unless you counted Cartman, but I would rather not include that. Now I had five children, and counting, I was still living in my hometown, the place where I grew up wanting to be a princess, then a doctor, then president, but never, never did I dream that I wanted to be a teenage mother, getting pregnant at fifteen and growing up to marry that guy who used to throw up when anyone mentioned my name, the guy who was over-protective if I did little but look at another boy, the guy who was the star quarterback, who dated the head cheerleader. All crushed after one drunken night.

But that's how life turns out sometimes, it's like a video game, it could end good or bad, beautiful or ugly, but either way you have to play the game to get anywhere. Unfortunately for me, I took the bet and lost it.

That's me, Wendy Testaburger. I guess I knew from the start; from the time I took that pregnancy test Bebe gave me in the school toilets, from when Eric Cartman stood up in front of the entire elementary school and told them I wanted to kill the Smurfs. From the time I fell in love with Stan Marsh, or more like, the time he fell in love with me.

Now, he was unconscious, brain damaged, my eldest daughter hated me, my other daughter took over my job, living without a childhood. My two boys were a handful, never treated fairly, always yelled at and my baby daughter was an accident.

Yet with another mistake in my belly now, I knew I had to keep fighting. This video game was not finished yet. Not if I was the controller.

The Next Morning

Red pov

I had been lying here for about half an hour, just staring up at the ceiling, the tiny crack in the paint that I had never given a second thought to cover up. See there were cracks in my life, even if people called me 'perfect', nobody could be that great, everybody had something wrong and yet, when I thought about it, compared myself to other families, it seemed that crack in the paint was the only thing I could think was wrong with my life. I had everything I could ever wish for, I was living in a two bedroom detached house on cloud nine, apart from the cloud was snow and we had a garden.

The crack could be painted over, forgotten about, I hadn't even realised it up until now but still, any problems could be resolved. Whereas there were people around me going through hell, I was trying to help them but, when you're living on a cloud and they're yelling at you from the flames below, pushing you away, not accepting your box of chocolates, you can't pull them up to live with you. At least, not if it concerns Wendy Testaburger.

"Mmm..." Kenny awoke and rolled over to face me, apart from my focus was still at the ceiling. "You okay?" He asked, kissing me on the forehead and brushing the hair softly out of my face.
"I've been up since five." I sighed and he frowned.
"Why, couldn't sleep?" He replied, running his fingers through my long red hair.
"Mm, I could, I was just thinking..." I whispered. "Don't think you could paint over that crack at some point this week do you?"
"Your wish is my command." He smiled. "It seriously took you half an hour to come up with that though?"
"No." I giggled, finally withdrawing my eyes from the ceiling and rolling over to lie on his chest. "I was thinking about how much I love life."
"Oh well that is a cheery thing to hear on a Monday morning!" He exclaimed and linked his fingers with mine after kissing my forehead again. I stared down at our interlocked fingers and breathed in the smell of lavender from Kenny's shampoo as I nestled into his hair.

"You know I love these moments." I mumbled. "When you just forget about life for two minutes and just lie here, with you."
"...Thought you loved life." Kenny pointed out after a pause and I laughed.
"Yes I do!" I playfully flicked him on the shoulder. "This is heaven." I sighed and we lay there for a few seconds before he broke the silence.
"And the award for the cheesiest line of the morning goes to Rebecca McCormick!" Kenny announced, cupping his hands around his mouth like a microphone.
"Shush you!" I burst into laughter and the door then burst open.

"We can hear you two from the bedroom!" Ruby announced as she ran in along with her twin to join us in the bed.
"You sound like a bunch of children!" Scarlett chorused and Kenny laughed.
"Yes well..." I tickled Ruby as she snuggled up to me in bed. "I know a bunch of children who need to get ready for school soon."
"Oh, who could that be?" Kenny asked Scarlett, who was tucked under his other arm.
"And I know a bunch of parents who need to get ready for work!" Ruby retorted and I groaned.
"Yippee..." Kenny replied sarcastically and the twins giggled. "I suppose you're right, if I don't chop those onions, my employee would have to do it and seriously, she needs to buy some waterproof mascara."
"Mmm, do you want to borrow some of mine?" I giggled, prodding his arm.
"No thanks, I'm a professional, I don't have to cry when I chop vegetables." Kenny stuck his tongue out at me. "Unlike some people."
"Oi you!" I laughed and reluctantly climbed out of bed. "Right, have we decided what we're wearing today kids?" I asked and they nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, we've laid it out ready on our beds!" Scarlett beamed. "Let's go and get dressed Ruby." They rushed out of the room and I turned to Kenny.
"Better get ready, you." I turned to kiss him and he stared at me lovingly for a few seconds.
"Bagsie first in the shower!" He yelled and ran out the room.
"Oh!" I cried after him and then headed downstairs to make breakfast.

Bebe pov

"Ugh stop kicking!" I sighed, holding my stomach pathetically whilst trying to chop bananas. Why I was doing this I didn't know because right now, I had a craving for jellybeans, which wasn't a suitable breakfast, not that it mattered.
"What's going on?" Kyle exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his tie around his neck. "Sounds like your already in labour from upstairs!"
"I wish." I sighed and he raised his eyebrows.
"You wish?" He repeated. "I think you are the first woman ever to say that."
"No just because that way, it would just pop out and it would stop kicking all the bloody time." I moaned, dumping the banana in a bowl and plopping some yoghurt over the top.
"Well not to alarm you but I don't think it's going to just 'pop out' anyway." He informed me, pouring a bowl of cereal.
"Yes I am aware of that thank you." I snapped, getting fed up of people mentioning it to me. As if I wasn't already worried enough about pushing a fucking watermelon out of my vagina!
"Sorry!" Kyle muttered, sarcastically and I frowned at him.
"Jesus, why are you so on-edge?" I questioned and he almost spat his cereal out as he spun around to look at me.
"Ha! Me so on-edge?" He cried. "Try putting up with a clone of yourself, waddling around the house all the time and whining if your stomach so much as rumbles."
"I'm supposed to be like that! I have an excuse!" I retorted. "And I do not waddle!"
"Oh yeah, poor little Bebe." Kyle mimicked. "You're pregnant so the whole world revolves around you doesn't it? You don't take a second thought as to how your best friend in hospital is doing. Who is also pregnant. It's not just about you anymore, we have to look out for Wendy and her family? Ok?" He finished but didn't wait for an answer, instead he began to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?" I snapped and he spun around.
"Out of the room." He stated. "Why have you got a problem with that as well?"
"Kyle seriously, what have I done to make you like this?" I cried and he raised his eyebrows.
"Nothing." He laughed hastily. "Absolutely nothing." He left the kitchen then, slamming the door on his way out and I was left in silence. The baby had stopped kicking and my cheeks were flushed red. Why had he suddenly turned on me? Had Wendy told him about our fight? Was he taking her side? Although I was pretty certain she had forgotten all about that so I didn't want to bring it up again. That was the last thing anyone needed right now.

I collected up my things an headed off to work, the door was on the latch so I was guessing Kyle had left as well. Although I didn't know where; Stan was the manager of the business where Kyle worked so without him being there, I was guessing not a lot could be done. Kenny didn't have to go in until lunchtime on a Monday so I didn't have to walk the twins to school, which was good, as I needed some thinking time.

It was freezing outside, being mid-November now the air was chilly and the snow was thick. Although it didn't snow as much here anymore, it had been a shock to us all when we returned from New York and the snow had been thinner than when we left. When we were kids, we could go sledging almost everyday, except for one week in summer, when the snow melted and we celebrated with fireworks instead.

I wish I was still a child. Carefree and wild, especially in South Park, our childhood was epic.

Ambling up the path to the elementary school, I saw a group of sixth graders hiding behind one of the trees and swapping game cards with each other. I knew they were supposed to be in lesson, I was allowed to come in half an hour late for maternity reasons, but I couldn't be bothered to yell at them, that had been me at some stage, except I had been swapping lip gloss and posters of male models rather than game cards.

The corridors of South Park elementary were silent, the only noise to be heard was the quiet mumbles of teachers inside their classrooms, checking attendance and organising their lessons for today. I walked past my old locker, it had been painted bright pink back then, but was now covered up with photos of Taylor Swift, Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus shaking her ass around and sticking her tongue out. The kids these days...

"Hi class." I opened the door of second grade and the class greeted me with enthusiasm.
"Hello Mrs. Stevens!" They chorused, none of my class referred to me as Stevens-Broflovski, most likely because they couldn't say it but still, I preferred it that way. The stand in teacher got up as soon as I entered but stopped to whisper something to me at the door.
"James has already wet himself once, Flora's determined to show the class her new teddy and George keeps making weird monkey sounds, send him to the nurse if he gets any worse." She explained and I nodded slowly as she left.

"Right, how are we all today?" I began, but was instantly bombarded with questions about my 'favourite' topic.
"When is the baby due Mrs. Stevens?" Megan asked, her hand shooting up into the air.
"Two months." I replied and gulped whilst I said it. Shit, was it only that long?
"Have you painted it's room yet?" Joey inquired and I forced a smile.
"No, no haven't got round to doing that yet." I told him, feeling sick lurch in the base of my stomach. Morning sickness stopped a few months back but right now, I was pretty certain I could vomit buckets.

"Well." Joey continued. "You haven't got long to-"
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Daisy interrupted and I bit my lip.
"I... Don't know." I lied, I wish I had never found out the gender now, I hated hiding things from Kyle, and the rest of society but I had to deal with it now that mistake had been made.
"Why not?" Warren interjected and I gave a sigh, the feeling in my stomach getting stronger.
"I don't know." I repeated.

"What is it going to be called?" Kira yelled and I put my head in my hands.
"I don't know." I muttered.
"You don't know a lot of things do you?" George shouted and I shook my head. "Teachers are supposed to know everything."
"Mmm." I replied, only half listening to them now. I needed to throw up and I couldn't do it here.

"Will it hurt when the baby is born?" Michaela screamed and I stood up abruptly.
"Do you know what?" I announced. "I need to take a quick break, now you all be good, I won't be long."
"But what if the classroom-" One student yelled after me but I was running down the corridor now, to the bathroom, where I could up-chuck everything I had eaten in the last twenty four hours.

Cartman pov

I was still in bed, at nine thirty, yet I was supposed to be at the factory two and a half hours ago. You know what though? I didn't care. I couldn't be bothered. I owned the business but if they wanted to sack me, they could. I could live off coupons from wall mart, pocket money from my mother and the pay from Butters' lousy job fine. Yes, I would have to cut back on a few luxuries like water. But air didn't cost. I would live.

"Eric honey?" Butters cried from the landing and I groaned from under the covers.
"Don't call me 'honey' Butters, I only eat that stuff." I yelled and I heard the bedroom door creak open and his soft body collapsed next to me.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He sighed and pulled back the covers to reveal the daylight to me.
"Aren't you?" I asked, reluctantly pushing the covers off me and falling back on the pillows to face him.
"Yes." He bashed his knuckles together. "But Stan won't be in, which means Kyle won't be in, which means the rest of the office won't be in, which means-"
"Ok I get it." I soothed, grabbing his hand to stop him from grazing his knuckles. "So let's both stay off work."
"...And do what?" He frowned, peering round the room suspiciously.
"Well..." I grinned. "What do you think?"
"...Oh..." He trailed off, looking slightly scared as I began to rub his arm up and down. "I thought we only did that at allocated times... You know, there's a rota on the fridge, Sunday evenings at six to eight, Tuesday nights at midnight, Friday afternoons-"

"Ew! Not that!" I playfully threw a pillow at his face and he emerged looking confused. "I meant, that we can watch 'Harry Potter' all day long."
"And eat smarties!" Butters chorused.
"If you want, you freak." I winked and we lay there for a few seconds before he leapt up.
"Race you to the television!" He yelled and dashed out of the room.
"Oi! That's unfair, you know I can't run." I yelled after him but followed all the same.
"Well then eat less of my homemade cheesecake!" He called from downstairs, I should be insulted but I just grinned to myself. These were the sort of Mondays I wished for...