With a heavy sigh, Kyle dropped down on the bed next to Stan. He was exhausted and didn't even care that his hair was getting his pillow wet. They'd spent the rest of the day, after the few hours they spent "christening the bedroom," out shopping for small furniture to make the apartment a bit more livable - they were lucky it had come with a refrigerator. A microwave, a toaster, and some lamps was all they bought - they had also run by Stan's parents' house to get the small TV out of his old bedroom along with some posters and things to decorate the apartment. Tomorrow after school, Kyle was going to catch the bus with Ike to get some of his things from his old room while their parents still weren't home. Kenny and Butters were going to pick up Kyle from the Broflovski house and go grocery shopping with him; they some bread, ham, and Swiss cheese, but that was all. They just needed enough groceries to get to Stan's next paycheck, then they could worry about getting more.

Stan looked concernedly over at his husband as he joined him under the thin blanket - since the weather had warmed up with the beginning of spring, they found it unnecessary to use a thick or heavy blanket. Kyle had said he'd be fine going back to his old house with Ike for maybe an hour, but Stan couldn't help but worry. Sheila wasn't supposed to be home until late, but if she showed up…could Kyle get away from her again? The thought that he wouldn't be able to troubled him.

"Stan?" Kyle scooted over to rest his head on his husband's chest; Stan's arm rested around his waist. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just worried, I guess," Stan muttered.

"About what?"

"…You going over to your parents' house." He kissed the top of his husband's head. "Mostly because I know what your mother thinks of us."

"I'll be just fine." Kyle moved and gave Stan a quick chaste kiss before relaxing back against his chest again. "You don't need to worry."

He smiled and held Kyle tighter to his side to so that his hand could rest on the side of the redhead's stomach. "You know I'm going to."

"I know hon," Kyle said tiredly. He smiled and snuggled deeper into Stan's chest.

Stan yawned. "Night."

"Good night," Kyle mumbled as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

…

Kyle, in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and a pink Hello Kitty apron that Butters had given him as a birthday present, turned to where Stan had just sat down at the table. Two plates of French toast were in his hands; he smiled at his husband as he joined him at the table. They ate in silence, both still kind of tired from the late night the night before.

"Do you really have to work tonight?" Kyle asked with his lips in a tight straight line. He hated that Stan had to work so close to the due date, though it wasn't like he had had any signs of labor yet.

"Sorry Kyle," Stan smiled sadly at him, "but Phil has me on the schedule for tonight. It's only for a few hours though, so I'll be home before it gets too late."

Kyle smiled widely. "Okay then. What do you want for dinner?"

"Uh… I don't care." Stan shrugged.

The two talked for a little bit longer as they finished their breakfast. After they were done, Kyle waited until Stan placed the plates in the sink before holding his hand out for help up. He grunted, one hand on his stomach, as Stan pulled him to his feet. He giggled some as Stan knelt down and kissed his stomach.

"Hey there little one…!" Stan gushed with a light blush covering his face. "Daddy can't wait to meet you…!"

Kyle smiled lovingly and laced his hands over his stomach. "Neither can mommy."

Stan returned the loving smile and straightened back into a stand. "I also can't wait to see you holding our child." He brushed some of Kyle's hair behind his ear and gave him a chaste kiss. "It'll be so beautiful."

The smile stayed on Kyle's face as he quickly returned the kiss. He went to give his husband another kiss, but a sharp, shooting pain in his stomach stopped him. "Ow," he muttered as his arms flew around his stomach.

"What's wrong?" Stan rested his hands on Kyle's stomach concernedly. "Is it labor pains?"

Kyle chuckled. "N…No…but it is getting close, so it might just be false labor."

"…If you're sure–"

Kyle screamed in pain and fell against Stan, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Stan called his husband's name and tried asking him if he was okay, and was answered with another scream of pain. "K-Kyle! Kyle, what's wrong?"

The redhead coughed into Stan's t-shirt and looked up at him with tears flowing down his face and blood trickling down one corner of his mouth. "S-Stan…" He brought up one trembling hand, covered in blood. "I'm bleeding." Stan's eyes widened. "Help me…!"

"Shit!" Without another thought, Stan scooped Kyle into his arms and sprinted through the door and placed the redhead into the passenger's seat before speeding off towards Hell's Pass Hospital.

They got there as fast as the Blazer would allow them, but it had been too late. Kyle lost the baby, which they had been told afterward was a boy. Their friends supported them through everything, helping them recover from the loss and trying like hell to keep them together, but that didn't work.

The day their baby was to be born, Stan walked into the apartment with his blonde-haired, orange-eyed coworker Jon Parker hanging off of his waist. He told Kyle that they were over, and that he needed to get out so that him and Jon could claim the apartment for themselves.

Kyle shot to his feet with tears swimming in his eyes. "W-What is this?"

"What's it look like," Jon smirked and wrapped his arms possessively around Stan's waist, "bitch? He belongs to me now!"

Kyle looked between Stan and Jon and yelled, "We're still married, Stan! You can't do this!"

"We're not married." Stan held up some papers. "These are our divorce papers." He threw them at the redhead, who caught them with shaking hands. "I've signed them, now it's your turn. But, by all means, take your time. My relationship with Jon will still be an 'infidelity' until you sign them, and somehow I find that," he smirked, "extremely hot."

"Then that's that." Jon grabbed Kyle's arm roughly and shoved his out the door. "Get out!"

"Where am I supposed to go?" Kyle yelled through a sob. His mother still didn't want to see him, even after the miscarriage and the doctor's promise that the redhead would never be able to get pregnant again. And he really didn't want to go crying to their friends after their great support throughout the healing process of the miscarriage.

"I don't care," both Jon and Stan said as the door closed and their lips mashed together roughly.

…

Kyle jumped awake, his eyes wide and tear-filled. He slid the arm resting on Stan's bare chest around his husband's torso and held himself there tightly. His shoulders heaved heavily with uncontrollable sobs. He knew Stan would never do that, but then why had he dreamed it…? What was wrong with him to even dream up something like that? He began wishing that Stan hadn't told him those few months ago about Jon starting to hit on him.

Sometime while he was sobbing, Stan woke up and wrapped his other arm around him concernedly. "What's wrong Kyle?"

Kyle continued sobbing as Stan sat up with him and began rocking him back and forth. "Uh, u-um, I…I had a-a nightmare…"

"Shh… It's okay," he rubbed Kyle's back comfortingly as he continued sobbing, "it was just a dream. I'm here…I'm here…"