AN: I wasn't going to do an Epilogue, and then I decided I should since I told you all that I would. Once this is all finished, we finally get to start on the sequel.

Thank you so much, to all of you that read through this. I know it had a slow beginning, and I'm glad that you all stuck out until the end. It means a lot that this story is liked.

A special thanks to my very best friend, Deanna. You and I developed this baby idea, and it turned into a fanfic. Now it's canon for us. I probably wouldn't have continued this fic if you hadn't been there, eager to read.

Sorry that it took me so long to get the Epilogue out, but as I said, I wasn't originally planning on doing it. I needed to make my Dee happy somehow so I figured this would be the best way. Thank you all again, and keep your eyes out for the sequel!

Epilogue - Endings are Only Beginnings

"Bebe am I doing the right thing?" Wendy whispered as she stared at herself in the mirror. A sheer veil fell over her face. She knew her...fiancé...couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to look her best for him. It had been hard, with her stomach sticking out as far as it did.

Wendy had been a tiny girl, so at four months, she was definitely showing. They had had to have the dress altered to fit her stomach. Despite looking a few sizes too big, she couldn't help but feel gorgeous. Her skin had the smooth, rosy glow of pregnancy and her eyes shone with love for her unborn child. She hadn't been intending to keep it but...

"I don't know Wends. That's up to you." Bebe pushed the veil to the side so she could kiss her friends cheek. "But I bet if it weren't the right thing, you wouldn't be standing here." She said softly, smiling adoringly at her best friend. They were closer than Stan and Kyle were...had been.

"Thank you Bebe." Wendy told her friend softly, raising her eyes when Heidi and Rebecca strode into the room. Their dresses were mix and matched. Wendy wore white, Bebe in red, Heidi in pink and Red in blue. Wendy smiled at how strange they looked.

The image she had in her head, of a perfect wedding, had changed drastically. There was no overflow of flowers. No soft music, gentle lights. There was only a girl's bathroom that smelled heavily of cleaning products, and a man at a podium waiting in the hall. However, she had never felt more right in her life. A small part of her wished that her mom and dad could be there, but they weren't exactly on the best terms.

Needless to say, she'd been staying at the Cartman house since she told her parents and they exploded. They used to be reasonable people. She mused, flipping her veil over her face to check her makeup once more. If it had been Stan, she knew they'd be happier about it...

"It's time." A voice chirped from the door. Kenny's head of blond hair was sticking in, and he stared at the girls with a happy – albeit lewd – expression. "You look hot Wendy." He grinned at her, eyes playful.

"I'm going to tell Kyle on you." She warned, walking forward slowly. She used to be able to walk in heels without a problem, but the tummy at put her equilibrium off balance. Kenny grasped her arm gently, and led her out.

"I'm giving you away." He told her, kissing her cheek. She blinked at him curiously.

"Well, Clyde's Cartman's best man, and I wanted to do something. Plus, Kyle's too short to give you away." He explained, straightening to his full height. His tuxedo was a powder blue color, the only one he could afford to rent. She felt a pang of guilt that he had spent money to go to her 'wedding'.

Her heart sped up as Kenny let her go, giving her a nudge towards her fiancé. She walked slowly, turning to face Eric once she was in front of him. The man at the podium looked surprised by how many people their well. That, and the fact that they were actually dressed up.

When she blinked at him curiously, he hurried on with the vows. They were rushed, not nearly as pretty as her aunt's wedding had been. Still, she couldn't think of a more perfect place to be. "I do." She whispered softly, attention focused solely on Eric's unseeing eyes.

His hands reached up to touch her face, feeling what he couldn't see. Her veil was lifted slowly, before she pulled him down for a deep kiss. The resounding cheers of their friends echoed along the hallway of the building.

The other people waiting in line looked confused, amused, and happy.

Wendy turned to face their joined group of friends, and her heart swelled. She bit her lip to stop from crying.

Her girls, dressed in varying colors and standing on her side, eyes proud and full of love.

And then their boys. Kenny, Kyle, Clyde. Everyone wore a different color. They looked so out of place. A mix and match group.

She shook her head as she realized she wouldn't have it any other way.