Tweek got out of the car, immediately rejoining his hands with Craig's. "Ok." He murmured, walking up to the house. Tweek had some pent up emotions still inside of him, like anger and hurt, but he did his best to try and be stoic.

Tweek's mother answered the door. "Oh, hi Tweek. Hello Craig. Come into the front room." She ordered, shutting the door behind them as she rushed them in.

"Mom," Tweek began, sitting down. "a while ago, I went to the doctors... he told me about my... c-condition." Mary looked confused, before her eyes opened in recognition and her hand flew to her heart.

"B-basically, I h-have a womb." Mary's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what point Tweek was making. "a-and we didn't know - you should have told me!" Tweek defended, before continuing. "I g-got pregnant, Mom. I am pregnant."

Mary stood up, horrified and at a loss for words. Almost. "I...I... pregnant? But...Tweekie, honey, you would have had to have sex to-" Her eyes settled on Craig, and she glared at him, her fists clenching.

"Tweek," She said calmly. "D-did you want to have sex with Craig? Tell me the truth honey." Mary had been blissfully unaware of Tweek and Craig's relationship.

She had merely thought they were best friends, roomates, not... lovers. She shook her head. She always knew Craig had been a bad influence. Now he had gone and hurt her baby.

Tweek opened his mouth to reply but Craig interrupted him.

"I won't deny any allegations, but don't think I will stand to let you or this break up what I have with Tweek." Craig took the offense, especially after the hell he had endured at the hands of his father. "I have every intention of owning up to what had happened. Mrs. Tweak, I love your son more than anything else in this world." There was a pleading look in his eyes.

"Please, do not punish or try and turn him against me. We have worked so hard for what we have..."

"Well, that's all very well Craig, but are you really fit to be a father?" Her words turned back to be directed at Tweek. "Tweek, dear, don't worry. You can come live back with us, and we can get through it, together." She shook her head at Craig in disappointment.

"I should never have let you near my son." She said solemmly. "I won't punish him Craig, I think you've done enough. First, you let your father near choke Tweek to death, then you get him pregnant. He's 17 Craigfer!" She shouted, before bringing her voice back down. "How long has this been going on?" She asked in a mellow tone, curious. "What have you been doing, just using Tweek? Does he love you back? What is this? Tweek?"

Tweek stood up, wringing his hands. "Mom, I DO love him. It's not his fault - he didn't know. I didn't know! And he passed out when his dad got to me, there was nothing he could do!" Tweek tried to convince her, though he was also reminding Craig. "I don't want to move back in Mom, I'm sorry. I'll visit but... I'm staying with Craig. He didn't use me, Mom, we're...we're engaged." Mary sat down, resting her face in her hands as she groaned.

"All right, all right." She simpered. "I guess it was my fault. But, Tweek, you need to think about this. Craig can't care for you like me and your father can." She sighed, withdrawn. "Never mind. I'll make coffee... I'll leave you two to talk." She left the room, crying noises emitting from her.

"S-she's kind of protective." Tweek shrugged her off, though he knew it was serious. Craig was taking it to heart. "It's a lot of information for her to g-get, Craig." Tweek compensated. "She doesn't mean it."

Craig had regained his cool, listening to the blonde speak. "All right..." He took a deep breath in as the woman came back into the room. He paused briefly, feeling slightly remorseful for their relationship. Tweek was his mother's little baby, "I promise he will be safe."

Mary came back in the room, but with no coffee. It seemed she had just gone to calm herself down. "Very well, Craigfer. But I swear, if you do anything to hurt Tweek, you will never so much as look at him again, or his...his baby." She took a deep breath. "Now, when's the wedding?" She asked, smoothing down her apron.

"You have nothing to worry about. He and our child are both safe with me." He squeezed Tweek's hand gently, "as for the wedding, we haven't decided an exact date just yet. We don't want to rush it and not have it perfect."

AN: I know it's very short but the next one will be much longer, I swear.