Author's Note: So sorry for the delay of chapters. I've had a pretty hectic couple of weeks and honestly the only reason why SAC was updated rather than this is because I have 20+ edited chapters ready to update in document manager. So this weekend is completely dedicated to this story. I'm so sorry for the delay and I really hope these next few chapters make up for it.

"Are you serious?!" He heard the girl's voice from the other end of the phone. "I can't do that! He will have a heart attack!"

"That's kind of the point," Butters heard Karen scoff and he sighed heavily. "It's enough of a shock to wake him up at least. Kyle and Stan's rehearsal is in like four hours and we're the best men. We should be there now... or something. I don't know. Please, Karen?! You have to do this for me!"

"...you realize he will murder me, right?" The nineteen year old asked warily.

"No, he'll murder me... he'll buy you a chastity belt." Karen snickered and Butters couldn't help but smile.

"Fine. You owe me... you have to let me in at Equinox." Butters sighed heavily; he could talk to the director about it. She was a good enough actress, in fact she was really good. She just needed to try out and it was extremely difficult to get even a call back. He was amazed he had and he went to nationals in college for theatre.

"Deal," he assured her and tip-toed in their bedroom to make sure Kenny's phone volume was on high. His fiance lay sprawled out across the bed, snoring slightly due to allergies. He looked comfortable, except a little warm. "I love you," he said to Karen.

"I love you too, I'll see you tonight!" She chirruped much too cheerily. It put him on edge and as he ended the call he couldn't help but dread what was about to happen. He quickly ran into the spare bedroom they turned into an office to make it seem like he was pre-occupied.

He tensed as he heard Kenny's phone ring and the man grumble as he fumbled to reach for it.

"Mm hey Kar-bear..." he trailed off groggily. Butters bit his lip and opened up Facebook on his laptop; that would work. Huh, apparently Tweek opened a bakery... "No, you didn't wake me... what... what's wrong?"

Nausea gripped Butters' stomach and he took a shuddered breath as he focused on the photos of the beautiful cakes and bread Tweek made. He wondered if he made Stan and Kyle's wedding cake.

"You're what?!" Kenny roared and Butters cringed as he bit his knuckle. Uh oh. This was a really bad idea. Suddenly he regretted asking Karen to do this. "You... you're not serious." A brief pause, "I'm going to kill that fucking Canadian. Shit, fuck... you're my baby sister you can't..."

It sounded as if Kenny scrambled out of bed. His feet padded lightly on the wood floors as he ran down the stairs. Apparently he was looking for him. He heard his muffled voice as he ran throughout the house, then moments later his feet seemed to stampede up the stairs.

In less than a second, Kenny was in the doorway of the office with tears in his eyes and a completely ashen face. Butters felt his heart sink and guilt clenched his stomach.

"Karen you're not serious. You're not pregnant... you... you said you were waiting, you... fuck." Butters heard her talk calmly on the other end, although he couldn't understand what she was saying. "Say what now?"

Butters closed his laptop and rolled away slowly on the office chair as Kenny's ice blue eyes narrowed on him. "You're not just saying that so I don't castrate your boyfriend?" his voice seemed to waver slightly and he cleared his throat. "...so you're not pregnant." Another break. "I know, I didn't think you... yeah, I'm sure I respect that decision more than anyone. All right, all right... no I'm not mad at you." Butters swore he heard his name and Kenny sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm going to be speaking to him now... I'll see you at the rehearsal, love you."

The dark blonde ended the call and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"Leopold Stotch," his tone was cold and his eyes were dark. "What the hell gave you the idea to do that?" Butters blinked up at him and realized for the first time Kenny wasn't just frustrated at his wake-up method. Right now he was pissed... and it took a lot to get him to that state.

"I-I..." damn his stutter. He hadn't stuttered around Kenny in so long. But this didn't seem to make an impact on Kenny, who sent a cold glare in his direction. "I figured... I dunno... you'd be relieved she wasn't."

"Oh I am," Kenny snapped, "I'm overjoyed that my sister isn't pregnant and has stuck to her guns. What I... come on, you know how I feel about that! Seriously, what made you think that that could have been even a semi-decent idea?!" he was yelling now and his voice strained from his tone; he didn't usually use such volume. But Butters could understand why he was upset, although it wasn't exactly fair.

"Well, she agreed and it woke you up so the idea fulfilled its purpose. I'm not sorry." They didn't usually argue, and Butters was worried that what he just said would turn into argument number six. Kenny's eyes flashed fiercely as he stared down at him with pure anger in his expression.

"I don't care! She's my baby sister and-"

"Kenny, she's not a baby anymore!" Butters finally exploded. Kenny looked as if he had just been slapped in the face. "She's your sister but she isn't a baby. She's nineteen. Yeah, maybe she hasn't had sex and that's great but you can't keep trying to protect her from every little thing. She's in college, she's doing great and she has to have a chance to experience things! You see her as if she's five years old! Someday she's gonna get married, someday she's gonna have babies... do you honestly think you're that ignorant? You have to face it- she's an adult and she's afraid to talk to you about things because you see her as a little kid rather than a young woman who needs her brother's help!"

Kenny froze and Butters felt a chill as he exhaled. Butters opened his mouth to speak yet the taller of the two turned around and walked out of the room.

"Ken, wait-"

"Fuck off. I'm not talking to you right now," Kenny growled as he walked to their room. Butters rolled his eyes and followed him. He watched as Kenny dressed quickly, then walked down the stairs.

"Now you're being the baby."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

Kenny spun around and Butters flinched on instinct. His eyes were a blue blaze and he looked ready to kill. The shorter of the two grabbed the door and prepared to shut it, out of instinct. He was used to falling asleep against the door to make sure his father didn't come in at night. He knew he'd never have to do that with Kenny but right now he felt a little scared.

"You're treading on thin ice," Kenny warned lowly, "you have no fucking idea what you're talking about and you call me ignorant? You didn't grow up with a sister who was clinically depressed at the age of four. You didn't spend night after night holding her as she had panic attacks. You didn't spend your whole life dying to make sure she was happy and healthy. And here you are telling me that I'm the one who is in the wrong? She is my responsibility! And I failed her and I'm trying my fucking hardest to make sure I never do so again. So excuse me for being overprotective. Excuse me for giving a damn. You weren't there when they put her away and you didn't have to wash her blood off of you. So no, Leopold, I'm not being the fucking baby. I'm being the goddamn parent she never fucking had!"

"So stop being her damn parent and be her brother!" Butters fired back, "that's all she wants from you... all she needs! She doesn't need a superhero! She needs you!"

Kenny threw the keys on the table and slammed his fist on the wall. Butters winced as he heard a crunch in his hand and couldn't help but wrapped his arms around himself. He knew he struck a nerve but Kenny needed to hear this; Karen wasn't a little girl anymore and she hadn't been for a long time.

"I..." Kenny trailed off finally and raked a hand through his hair. Butters put an arm on his shoulder and squeezed to reassure him.

"Don't you dare tell me you're not good enough, Kenneth," Butters grumbled finally. The dark blonde looked down at him and sighed. "Besides, you're gonna have to get used to the thought of her bein' pregnant someday. Especially if we're gonna have kids." Kenny raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.

"What does that have to do with anything?" He asked, still frustrated and in need of venting. But now he was mostly upset rather than pissed so he could hide that well.

"Well, I want kids. And you want kids..." Kenny nodded, "but you don't want your kids have your DNA for some stupid reason," Kenny scoffed. It wasn't a stupid reason, it was protection. "So... Karen and I were talking. If she's a viable candidate then... she said she'd want to be our surrogate mommy."

Kenny gawked.

"Say what?"Butters smiled a little and sighed. "When the hell did you have that conversation?"

"Two nights ago, when you were shitfaced." He explained. "She said that if she was a viable candidate then she would be more than happy to be our surrogate mommy." Butters could see the transition in Kenny's expression as he considered this idea. The anger was quickly being replaced with something else, and he felt his stomach knot with nerves as he approached this conversation on eggshells.

He knew he was treading on even thinner water; this was something Kenny didn't want to talk about.

"I thought you wanted to adopt." Butters nodded and took his hand in his.

"No, I still do! But... we could have a little us walking around too."

"A McStotchkick baby..." Kenny trailed off. The bright blonde could almost feel the excitement and dread radiate into him from Kenny. "Karen actually agreed to that?" Butters shook his head.

"It was her idea... just imagine it, Ken. We could actually have a kid who has both of our genes... or as damn close as we could ever get." The dark blonde laughed softly and wrapped his arms around his fiance. He wasn't so angry anymore, upset yeah, but now...

"A little munchkin running around with puffy bright hair and pretty blue eyes." The shorter of the two nodded and squeezed his hand.

"And freckles under his or her nose... and crinkles around their eyes when they laugh. Tall, too, very tall." Kenny laughed at that and exhaled softly as he held Butters tighter.

"She'd really do that for us?" He nearly whispered; almost too afraid to ask. Butters nodded and looked up at him, waiting to say what he would say or do next.

"Yeah, Ken... she'd do anything for you. For us," Butters added and smiled as Kenny just stared at him in shock. "Because she's your sister and she wants you to know that you can depend on her just like she can with you."

"Fuck..." he trailed off as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry." Butters stood on tip-toes and captured his lips in a chaste kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he mumbled, "just... be her brother." He burrowed his nose in Butters' hair and inhaled the minty-lavender scent that always calmed him down. "Hows about we get ready, lover?" He suggested, leading him to the stairs.

"Whatever you say, daddy." Kennt teased with a smirk. Butters whipped around with a sour stomach and glared.

"We said no to that. Don't call me that again!" He wasn't angry, it just grossed him out. "Nasty freak," he grumbled as Kenny laughed with an almost sadistic tone as they ran up the stairs.