Perfectly Imperfect: Ch. 19

Butters had been texting Tweek regularly, not used to having little to no contact with his best friend. He let out a little sigh and threw his phone onto the table. He and Kenny had already gotten a little one bedroom apartment to start off. The petite blonde had started his new job performing at one of the new bars that had opened up in South Park.

It wasn't his exact dream of being a full-fledged super star- but it was a start!

"Who're you texting, Buttercup? You look like Christmas came early." Kenny chuckled, pausing the TV to look at his fiancé sitting next to him.

"Just texting my best friend!" Butters giggled excitedly, flopping his head dreamily into Kenny's lap. "Only one more week, then I'll be Mr. Stotch-McCormick!" It was a dream come true for little Butters.

"Oh, how is Tweek? He didn't reply to me." He stroked Butters' hair. "Yeah, and the adoption agency is supposed to come round soon to check the apartment out." Kenny reminded, smiling.

"He's doin' all right. I just hope I'm not bothering him too much..." Butters couldn't help wilting a little. He knew he didn't want their honeymoon ruined in any sort of way. "I'm so excited Kenny!" Everything was going so smoothly for them. It was as if life was how it was supposed to be.

"Tabitha sounds great, Butters." Kenny smiled. "I don't know what for a boy...I guess we'll just have to see. The lady's coming around tomorrow, you know."

"I know Kenny." Butters smiled sweetly up at Kenny. "Then our little family will be complete." He worked so hard for everything, though he couldn't help but live in fear of what Cartman may do.

The following day, Kenny had sped around the apartment that morning, trying to clean everything and make it as respectable as possible. It was still hard for him to remind himself Butters didn't even know who Mysterion was, and he dreaded the monthly day Pip and Damien would take over their bodies. Still, at least that wasn't the day.

He opened the door, his hands shaking as he couldn't stuff them into his pockets - he had thrown away the orange parka, replacing it with a white printed top. "Hello, um, Ms...?"

Butters had gotten himself dressed up in his casual feminine attire, a long blue flowing skirt with a nice orange t-shirt. The blonde was weird in his little way, loving to wear his favorite color along with Kenny's. "She's here already?!" Butters had just finished washing up the last of their dishes from last night's dinner.

"It's Mrs. Parker." She shook Kenny's hand politely, "and where is your spouse?"

Butters emerged from the kitchen. "Welcome to our home." He began touring her around their small little home.

"So how do you two really feel about adopting a child?" She asked, starting to inspect the baseboards for dust.

"It's my biggest dream ever!" A cheesy little grin wiped across Butters face, taking a glimpse around the room. He had made the walls sparkle clean and had used a nice spray of glade to give it that fresh scent.

Kenny deliberated. "I came from a poor family...We were corrupt by the lack of money, but I had a good bond with my siblings" He shrugged. "I want to give that child everything I would have wanted. A financially stable environment and a lot of love from their parents."

He opened the door to his and Butters' bedroom. "We're thinking we'll set up a cot in our bedroom for the first year or so, and then move the baby into its own bedroom." He rubbed the back of his neck. "We really want this." Kenny finished smoothly. He wasn't as enthusiastic as Butters, not wanting to sound too eager, in fear of getting their hopes up.

She paused, heading towards the kitchen. "I see you have all of the wall sockets covered, that's excellent. Gated fences to block potentially dangerous areas..." She jotted a few things down before inspecting the bedroom.

"It looks very nice." She complimented on Butters's choice of decor. He had given up the Hello Kitty stuff for more neutral colors for Kenny. Lots of browns and light blues with a splash of yellow.

She proceeded to the bathroom and took notes. It went rather smoothly at least in Butters' eyes.

Kenny grabbed Butters' hand. The bathroom would be the last place for her to check. "So, do you think it looks good for us, in terms of the accommodation?" Kenny asked anxiously.

"I believe so." Mrs. Parker nodded, "whenever you two are ready." She explained. "I wish you the best; I think that your home will be wonderful to raise a child in."

Butters felt his heart skip and beat, hand tightening around Kenny's. "This is the best news ever!"

"I would think so." Kenny smiled, changing quickly into a grin. "Come what may."

Kenny frowned. "That's not really up to us, Butters. We signed saying we wanted any infant from under 3 years old, remember?" It could be any baby. They hadn't wanted to narrow it down much, wanting as much chance as possible.

"They'll give us a call, and I guess we'll see either a mother, or a kid." He wrinkled his nose. "We'll still have to go through a lot of interviews though, especially if the child is still inside the mother." Kenny sighed, hating how much process there was in doing it, finding the perfect family. He had never gotten that care when he was raised up. His background was horrid, but no one intervened.

"I know we did... We can't be too picky..." He sighed, thinking about how difficult it would be for them to find the perfect mother. They were nowhere near done with the adoption process. Anyone could come and inspect their home as they desired now to make sure they had a fit home. No matter the circumstance, Butters was thrilled to have his little family coming together at last.

Butters stood on tip toe, "You're going to be one hell of a daddy, Ken-doll." He commented with a smile.

Kenny rolled his eyes, kissing Butters. "Okay," Kenny chuckled. "I call you Buttercup, but Ken-doll is a bit too much." He added, before ruffling Butters' hair. "Well, I'll try my best." He wrinkled his nose. "I just don't have much to go on, you know."

Butters wilted a bit at Kenny's remark, head sinking low. "Gee, I'm sorry... I suck at this whole pet name thing." The blonde admitted sheepishly, "We both had harsh raisings..." Kenny and Butters both had terrible upbringings; Kenny had an abusive alcoholic mother and father while Butters' father tended to constantly put him down for being different.

"Its fine Butters." He wrapped his arms tightly around the blonde. "We will never let the child have that." He promised.