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Chapter 25

Wendy's POV

It's been two days since I was forced out of my house. I'm currently working on how to get back in there and get Cartman's sorry ass out of there. In the meantime, I decided it's time for Heidi and me to have a conversation. I took a page out of Shannon's book and googled her address. She's shocked to see me when she opens the door. "Wendy? I wasn't expecting to see you."

"I know you weren't." I smile as I walk in.

"Sure, come on in." Heidi says sarcastically as she closes the door.

"I think it's time for us to have a chat." I sit down on her couch.

"I think so too."

"I've learned about your son with Cartman."

She looks shocked again. "He told you?"

I shake my head. "Actually Shannon told me. Cartman being the coward that he is didn't have the balls to tell me. How did you two manage to keep it a secret for so long?"

"Eric didn't want anyone to know. His own mother doesn't know."

"But why?"

"Because he's embarrassed because he had autism."

I really don't want to believe that's true. "Is it true that Cartman abuses him?"

She looks away from me. "I don't like to use that word."

"Then how would you describe it?"

Heidi sighs. "He isn't nice to Josh at all. He yells at him and calls him horrible names. He doesn't even address him by name. He calls him "boy"."

This is worse than I thought. "Does he hit him?"

She nods slowly. "Sometimes...but he only does it because it gets angry with Josh."

"That's not an excuse! Why do you want to be with a man that treats your son like that?"

"Because I love him!"

"He's kept you on the side all this time. How can love him? Don't you have any self respect?"

"I've always loved him! I knew if I were patient, he would come back to me and he finally is."

I laugh. "No he's not!"

"He said you moved out and he wants me to move in."

"He lied to you."

"He has a moving truck coming this weekend."

"Do you have confirmation of that?"

"His word."

"Well I still live there so there's no way in hell you and your son are moving in!" I lie.

Heidi shakes her head in disappointment. "You need to learn to let go!"

"He's my husband! It's time for you to BACK OFF!" I yell.

"Mommy?" I turn and see a short, morbidly obese kid with glasses. I guess that's Josh. I stare him up and down. I can see why Cartman would be embarrassed by him. "I heard yelling."

"It's okay sweetie, mommy is just having a conversation with a friend." She looks at me. "This is Josh."

"Hi Josh." I greet him.

"Hi..." I notice his face turns red. That's weird.

"This is your...stepmother Wendy." Heidi announces.

"You're Julia's Mom?"

I nod. "Yes."

"Wow, you're pretty…" He looks away and his face is still red.

"Thank you!" I smile.

"Joshie honey, go back to your room so mommy can finish taking to Wendy, okay?" Heidi says to him. She's talking to him like he's 3 years old.

"Yes mommy." Josh nods and goes back to his room.

"He's 20 years old?" I ask.

"Yes."

"He acts a little…juvenile."

Heidi shrugs. "I don't see it."

"You know what I don't see? I don't see a resemblance to Cartman in your son."

"Really?"

"Outside of him being grossly overweight, no. Then again, Cartman was never that big and sloppy looking."

Heidi stands up angrily. "Don't insult my son!"

"Cartman is 6'2 and Josh looks barely over 5 feet."

"So what?"

"Shannon is tall, my other kids are tall for their age plus they all look like Cartman!"

"Again, so what?"

"Josh doesn't fit in at all."

"He takes after me clearly!" She's on the short side and she use to be fat, but I'm still not 100 percent convinced.

"I'm not buying that. Cartman has really strong genes and this kid looks nothing like him."

"Again, he has a mom!" Heidi shrugs. "I guess my genes were stronger."

"Or maybe Cartman isn't his father..."

"Eric is the only man I've ever slept with! Unlike you, I don't try to pass another man's child off as my husband."

I frown. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You were married to Stan when you got pregnant with your son. You let him believe it was his baby knowing it was Eric's!"

"That's not true! I didn't know!"

"That's even worse. I didn't need a DNA test to confirm who my son's father is!"

"There's something really off with that boy and it's more than his autism."

"He's fine! Now is there anything else you want?" I know what that means.

"Like I said earlier, don't bother packing because you're not moving into my house and you're not going to be with my husband! He's never going to leave me for you so get that through your thick head!"

"We'll see about that."

"Yes we will!" I say as I walk out. This is far from over!

Kyle's POV

Kenny gave me a call and said he wanted to meet up for a drink. It's been awhile, so I figured why not. There's plenty for us to talk about. "Thank you for meeting with me." He says when I arrive. I can tell he's already had a few .

"If this is about the abortion-"

"No it's not." He interrupts me. "Can you just sit down and listen for a minute?"

"Fine." I sit down.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

I nod. "Sure. Vodka tonic." He orders my drink and we sit in awkward silence for a few moments.

"So…" Kenny says breaking the silence. "I wanted to start off by saying I'm sorry."

"For what?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"The argument we had. When I said you were perfect."

"Dude, it's cool. That was months ago."

"You said things that I didn't want to hear, but needed to hear and I immediately got defensive. You were right absolutely right about everything and I'm really sorry."

I smile and nod. I knew he would come around. "I accept your apology."

"Well just so you know, I dumped Craig."

"I know."

"How?"

"Demi told us."

"I see…" He takes a drink.

"Eventually we're going to have to talk about the elephant in the room."

He glares at me. "I told you my stance on it. I still think abortion is the best solution." He lets out a deep sigh. "However, Bebe said it was Demi's choice and she wants to keep it."

"Can you blame her? She doesn't want to murder her child."

"How are they going to support the baby? Neither one of them work."

"That's where we the…grandparents come in." It feels weird saying that word out loud. "I know you're struggling, but Nichole and I are financially able to help out and Bebe is too thanks to Token."

"I can't believe this is happening." He takes another drink.

"I can't either, but we have time before the baby is here."

"I'm surprised you're taking this so well."

"Oh I'm pissed off about this! I just wouldn't feel right within myself and my faith, if I gave them money to terminate it! Now they're just going to have to grow up sooner than intended."

"Yeah I guess so. I just can't believe my baby is going to have a baby."

"I know. But it is what it is. We're going to be family…sort of."

Kenny laughs. "Yeah, you have a point there." We continue to drink and chat. I'm not happy about the situation, but we have to make the best of it.

Stan's POV

"Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere." I just finished reading Eli's favorite book Goodnight Moon. It's the afternoon, but he wanted his "bedtime" story now. I've been spending the last few days with him as Susan hasn't been feeling well. I'm doing my best to stay in good spirits and to keep him that way too. It's getting harder every day.

"I love that story daddy." Eli says weakly.

"Yes, you've loved it since you were a baby."

"Yeah." He takes off his glasses and I can see his eyes getting droopy. "I remember when you use to read the book and Mommy would sing Hush Little Baby. I wish she could sing that right now." He yawns.

"I can sing it if you want."

He shakes his head. "That's mommy's thing. I want to hear her pretty voice."

"Anything you want buddy." Out of nowhere he bursts into tears. "What's the matter?"

"I miss home! Can I go home?"

"I'm sorry Eli. You have to stay here." I say as I hold him in my arms and rub his back.

"I want to see my room, and my bed, and my toys!"

"Maybe I can tell mommy to bring some more of your toys when she comes back.."

"I would like that." He wipes his eyes and yawns again. "I'm sleepy…"

"Go ahead and rest buddy. Daddy will be right here." I kiss him on the forehead. He closes his eyes. I can't help but watch him sleep. He looks so little and helpless. His hands and fingers are so tiny and wrinkly. His skin is so pale like a ghost. He has a tiny bald head and a bruise on his cheek. I just can't believe this is my son. This is how he's going to be remembered…