I know you are probably all getting bored with Stendy chapters now, but I swear this is the last one, just need to get all the baby stuff out of the way, thanks for sticking with me! :)

Stan pov

I had been awake all night, I had no choice. Hope wouldn't stop crying at one point and I had to take her out so Wendy could get back to sleep. I had to be awake anyway, just in case something happened. So here I was, five hours later, at 11 O'clock in the morning, yawning by the minute, with a river of coffee cups surrounding me. Wendy was up now and was giving Hope her breakfast, so I was turned away, being as immature as I was and staring down at my phone screen awaiting the text from my parents to tell me they were on their way. Visiting hours were open and Wendy was due to go home today. I thought it was amazing, how they were in and out so quickly, especially with the baby being born so early.

"Stan, I'm finished, you can look back now!" Wendy sighed."Can you put her back in the cot?" I turned around and took Hope from her. She swung her legs round and climbed out of bed.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I implied, holding my daughter like a brick.

"Stan, it's fine. I can stand up!" Wendy laughed, looking at me as if I was totally stupid.

"Well... Ok then but take it easy." I ordered, I was too tired to argue. She rolled her eyes and began to walk perfectly. I glared at her, why was it that I was the one who could barely stand and yet, I hadn't had a baby less than twelve hours ago. Or was it twelve hours? My mind was clogged up, no it was at around seven yesterday so... Oh I couldn't be bothered! I heard a knock on the door and it flew open before Wendy could answer it.

"Oh, how's my favourite granddaughter!" Mum swooned as she ran into the room, closely followed by dad who was holding a carton of juice. I raised my eyebrows at Wendy who was standing against the wall the other side of the door.

"Not on the beer yet dad?" I puzzled, juice wasn't usually his thing.

"Yeah, well your mother said it wouldn't be a good example to set to the baby." He pointed to Hope.

"Oh come on, she is a bottle of vodka. If there was no alcohol involved, she wouldn't be here!" I joked, Wendy giggled but mum glared at me. "I'm tired."I whined as an excuse. Shelley clearly hadn't come today, but I guess it was kind of a good call, she's annoyed that I had kids before her, even though she's only seventeen.

"Oh and we saw Kenneth, downstairs in the cafe, he was buying his sister a snack. He should be up here in a minute." Mum explained.

"Oh good, more visitors!" Wendy cheered, sarcastically. "Stan where did you put my make-up?"

"Why? Do you need to look good for Kenny?" I teased and she shot me a look. "Erm... Wendy, I didn't bring your make-up, I forgot."

"What?" She growled.

"Well, I was in a rush and I was worried as hell. I only had time to pack you a change of clothes and a hairbrush! Besides, you look beautiful like that." I pointed to her, she kind of looked pretty even though her hair was a mess and she was wearing a hospital gown. Her skin was always clear so she didn't need make-up. She studied herself up and down in the mirror and pulled a face.

"Fine, where's my hairbrush?" She sighed. I pointed to the bag in the corner and she bent down and pulled it out. The door opened again and Kenny marched in.

"Dude, don't you knock, Wendy might have been breast feeding or something!" I warned.

"...Exactly!" Kenny shrugged.

"Eww, really?" Wendy cried. Mum looked shocked but dad was smiling and nodding his head.

"That's my boy!" Dad patted Kenny on the back.

"Randy!" Mum scolded. I just stood there with my eyebrows raised, I was used to Kenny randomly throwing in sex jokes like this, but they very rarely involved my girlfriend.

"Kenny!" Karen snapped and lightly slapped Kenny round the face. She had half a flapjack in her hand and was getting tall now, probably because of the leather miniskirt she was wearing, no one would have thought she was only ten... or eleven. I couldn't remember anything! "Is that her?" She pointed at Hope, she had been here yesterday but it had been late and crowded so I don't think she'd really clicked on.

"Yep, do you want to hold her?" I asked, smiling. She nodded and sat down on the bed, I put her gently down on Karen's lap and her eyes opened in awe.

"Wow, I wish mum would have another baby. Then I could look after her and play with her all the time." She exclaimed, looking at Kenny as if he could make it happen.

"Well, you can play with this one as much as you like!" Wendy interjected. "We're gonna need all the help we can get."

"Oh that reminds me." Mum stood up. "Your mothers on the way Wendy, she said she'd be here in about ten minutes... about ten minutes ago!" She checked her watch, Wendy went pale.

"Oh shit!" Wendy covered her mouth noticing my parents. "I mean, Oh God. Pretend I'm not here. No, pretend I'm dead!" She dashed over to the bed and dived under the covers. I walked over and pulled them off her.

"Baby doll?" I whispered.

"Stan... you can't pull that off." Wendy muffled.

"Yeah, I know, it got your attention though didn't it!" I laughed.

"Just stick to babe!" She giggled and sat up. It was fun when she was in this mood, acting innocent and slightly immature. It made me feel as if I could look after her and usually resulted in fits of laughter! However, my parents and daughter were here and knew this wasn't a time to be playing around.

"Look, just give your mum a chance, ok? I think she really cares about you and if you loved me you would give it a shot." I surmised and she studied me carefully.

"...Fine Stan, but you can't use that excuse again for a year!" She smiled, I nodded and this was generally the part where I would stroke her hair and kiss her on the forehead, but again, my parents were here and that would be slightly awkward. I heard a ringtone and mum pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"Oh Wendy, your parents are in the parking lot." Mum declared.

"Wait... my parents, plural?" Wendy cried. Mum nodded at her and she turned pale. "I don't want my dad to be here, he's worse than my mum, I'm glad I didn't see his reaction when he found out." I started shushing and comforting her, but Kenny clearly had not been listening because he looked up from his mobile with a frown on his face.

"Dude, what the hell is wrong with Kyle? He hasn't sent me any more pictures of hot Californian chicks in bikinis for over a week." I felt obliged to glare at him, but I felt the same way.

"I know!" I replied, stupidly. Wendy elbowed me really hard in the chest. "Oh no, I mean, I want to know what's wrong with Kyle. Not that I want him to send me more pictures of naked women." Wendy's eyes widened. "Not that he has sent me any pictures!" I corrected, Jesus, I needed to sleep! She was still looking concerned. "Honest." I added, but there was no time for Wendy to start yelling or slapping me (luckily) because the door had opened... yet again.

"Hello, how's my daughter doing?" Mrs. Testaburger cooed as if Wendy was the same age as Hope. I felt Wendy freeze and I squeezed her hand as if to say 'It'll be ok'.

"Er... Hi... mum." Wendy stuttered. There was the most awkward silence ever, I actually thought it would go on forever but Karen saved the day.

"She doesn't cry much does she?" Karen piped up, stroking the baby's head, I guessed this was my cue.

"Oh... um, no, well she did last night! I didn't get a minute of sleep." I yawned.

"Um... would you like to hold her?" She turned to Wendy's mum and then glanced at Wendy for approval. Wendy shrugged as if to say 'fine, go on then' and the baby was passed over. After about five minutes a nurse walked in and looked quite flustered to see as many visitors again.

"Gosh, Wendy you are popular aren't you?" The nurse laughed. "Anyway, Wendy I just came to tell you that you can go home any time from now on." She smiled at her. "However if you're not ready to leave yet-"

"Oh no, I'm ready!" Wendy exclaimed. "I can't stand it here! I mean... erm it's a very nice hospital, it's just..."

"No I understand!" The nurse laughed. "You probably just want to get home." Ok, now this was the part no one had talked about. Now that Wendy's parents seemed totally fine with it, where was Wendy going to stay from now on; My house or hers?

"I'll go back with mum and dad." Wendy read my mind, I gave her a puzzled glance. "I've caused you and your family enough stress and trouble." She looked at me and began to climb out of bed again. "I actually cannot thank you enough, you don't understand, if I hadn't have had the best boyfriend and his parents," she indicated to mum and dad, "I would be on the streets." I think both Wendy's parents were pretending they couldn't hear, especially as Mr. Testaburger was whistling the national anthem and picking up Wendy's copy of 'before and after labour', which the hospital had given us for free.

"Right, shall we go then?" Wendy emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of oversized jeans and a saggy maternity top.

"Shit, sorry, I forgot, you wouldn't be fat... I mean pregnant!" I covered my mouth, worst mistake yet. For some reason Wendy didn't seem to care all that much and was hurriedly packing her bag. Why was she in such a rush?

"Ok, everyone ready? Let's go." Wendy quipped.

"Erm... babe, what are you gonna do with the baby?" I asked.

"Aw, dammit, the baby!" Wendy chorused, I stared at her.

"...Why are you in such a rush?" I asked.

"I'm not am I?" She lied. "...I just want to get out of here as soon as possible, it creeps me out now. Every time I stare at that bed, or that wall, it just makes me feel as scared as I felt back then." She shivered, she looked pretty cold, It was Feburary and I had packed her a vest top! I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, trying to warm her up.

"I'm sorry." I sighed and I meant it.

Me, Kenny and Karen had to walk to Wendy's because there wasn't room in the car. We were all going back there to settle Wendy in. Her parents needed to go shopping for groceries and then to visit her grandparents anyway so they wouldn't be back before us.

"So... you're a dad." Kenny pointed out the obvious, well I say that and yet I didn't feel like a dad.

"Yeah." I groaned. "I'm getting old!" Karen had been walking on ahead of us but had suddenly stopped outside a clothes store.

"Oh no, she's seen another shop!" Kenny sighed, but as we got closer I noticed, it wasn't just a clothes store, it was a prom shop.

"How come I never noticed that before?" I questioned.

"Duh." Karen rolled her eyes at me. "It's a pop up shop, it must have opened whilst you were in hospital."

"What's a pop up shop?" I asked, and I got another stare from Karen.

"A shop that's open for a limited time only!" She laughed. "Do you know nothing?" I stared closer into the window and then gasped, the dress in the window was the one Wendy had been looking at in the magazine, the one she had loved.

"What is it?" Kenny stared at me.

"That dress." I pointed.

"...Yeah you'd look beautiful in it, let's go!" Kenny joked, I glared at him.

"No, Wendy was looking at it the other day. She fell in love with it, I felt so bad for her. It was always her dream to go to prom." I sighed and then it clicked but Kenny got there first.

"Well... now she can." He broke in and handed me his credit card.

"Ur... what are you doing?" I stared down at the card.

"Paying for the dress." Kenny laughed.

"...No you're not!" I replied.

"fifty, fifty?" Kenny asked.

"seventy, thirty." I protested.

"sixty, forty." He negotiated.

"Fine." I agreed.

"...Really you guys? Math on a Saturday?" Karen raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah I know, crazy aren't we!" I exclaimed as I walked into the shop.

Wendy pov

Seriously, why had my mum chosen to go shopping now? Just when I had come out of hospital, she urgently needed double cream for a cake she was baking. We eventually arrived home and I saw Stan playing basketball with Kenny in the front yard. "Hey." I called as I stepped out of the car, mum unloaded Hope and carried her inside.

"Hi, have fun grocery shopping?" Stan asked.

"Nope!" I replied and went over to hug him. "I need water." I said, randomly and pulled him into the house. Once I had got a drink of water, I headed upstairs to see my room again, I had missed it a lot. I passed the bathroom, parents room, that old room that we had never used... Wait what?

"Oh My God." I whispered. The old storage room had been revamped; there was sky blue paper on the walls, covered in little teddy paintings. The carpet had a big rainbow rug covering the floor and in the middle of it was a wooden crib, with a mobile dangling over the top. There were stuffed animals everywhere and the fitted closet was open to reveal a load of baby clothes. I turned around slowly and my eyes locked with Stan's. "How did... what?" I stuttered, I saw Stan smile.

"Your parents said they were going to turn it into a nursery for when the baby came home, but they didn't think they'd have time when it came early so, Karen came up with the idea to do it before you got back. Karen appeared with a grin on her face. "She chose the wallpaper and was kind of the director, whilst me and Kenny did all the work!" I was still speechless, it was beautiful, then I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Wait, why was I crying? I walked forward and hugged Stan so hard, I was worried he may not be able to breathe. Then I looked down at Karen;

"Thank you." I whispered.

"That's ok; it was pretty fun to be fair!" She exclaimed, I smiled at her. Then Kenny walked in and I rushed to hug him; I made him drop his phone but he didn't seem to care.

"Woah!" He laughed. "You like it, huh?"

"Oh My God, I love it!" I shrieked.

"Wow, you did a good job of this, boys!" My dad entered and patted Stan and Kenny on the back.

"Thanks but it was all Karen's idea!" Stan obliged, he pointed to where she was sitting on the rug.

"Really?" Dad raised his eyebrows.

"Well, kind of!" She shrugged.

"I work with a decorating company, they design clothes and room layouts like this, ever wanted to be a fashion designer?" He asked.

"Oh My God, it's been like, my dream for life!" Karen exclaimed.

"Well then, I'm sure we could get something sorted, how would you like to come in and help out?" he went on, her mouth dropped open and she nodded vigorously.

"I would love it!" She vowed. I felt as if everything was in its place now, it all seemed right. I wandered towards my room, closely followed by Stan. I couldn't wait to see my room for the first time in six months! I was stopped at the doorway, this time I was completely gobsmacked, none of this could be happening. There, hanging on my closet door, was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. That one I had seen in the prom magazine, the one that had cost thousands of pounds! I was frozen, I wanted to say something to Stan, but no words came out. I knew it must have been him who had bought it, because no one else would have known I had wanted it, so badly.

"...Stan?" I whispered. "I love you."

Ok, this was the day, the day I had been waiting for my whole life. My hair was done, make-up was done and the dress was on. I stared in the mirror and took in my reflection, I looked so different, I was used to my pregnant tummy, un-brushed hair and oversized clothes. No one, apart from me, Stan and Kenny, knew I was going to prom. It was going to be a surprise, one I was very nervous about. The dress fitted perfectly and my belly had gone down now, back to its original shape. My hair was in deep black ringlets with a diamond clasp fastening the front bits back.

"You look beautiful sweetie." I heard a voice from my door and could see my mum walk over to my bed in the reflection of the mirror. I turned around to face her. "Look, I know you've had a rough few months, and I haven't helped... at all! But I want you to go out tonight and enjoy yourself. I'll look after Hope, so you have nothing to worry about." She explained. But the word 'worry' was engraved in the back of my mind.

"You have enough milk?" I stressed.

"There's enough in the microwave to feed ten, hungry cats!" She exclaimed. That was a weird statement!

"And you know when she needs to rest." I continued.

"Darling, I know everything, don't worry! Now, you're going to go to prom and have the best time of your life." She smiled, then the doorbell rang.

"Stan's here." I murmured and began to walk towards my bedroom door.

"No, I'll get it, you need to do that thing they do in movies when the girl walks down the stairs and all the little children watching the film, call her a princess." Mum fantasized, I raised my eyebrows. I waited until I heard Stan speak and then walked across the landing. As soon as I appeared at the top of the stairs, I heard Stan gasp.

"Wendy, you look... stunning." He sounded taken aback; I guess he was used to my old image too! He wasn't wearing his puff ball hat, for the first time in ages and was wearing a black tuxedo with deep blue tie to match my dress. I eyed up what was in his hand and he looked up suddenly.

"Oh!" He exclaimed and indicated for me to put my arm out.

"Can't you talk?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I just..." He began.

"Feel nervous?" I finished, he nodded. "Me too!" He fixed my corsage and I looked down at it, it was so pretty, covered in all blue flowers which were as soft as velvet.

"Picture!" My mum exclaimed.

"Oh no, please mum, don't!" I whined.

"Oh come on, you've got to have a picture of your big day!" She cooed. "Smile!" God, she was embarrassing.

"Ok, you can go now." She sighed. "And remember, don't worry about anything. Just have the time of your life!"

"I will." I smiled, and stepped out of the house. Stan had a big old fashioned car waiting and he lead me towards it. "Didn't you want to go with Kenny and Cartman?" I asked.

"Well, Kenny's going with Red and I don't know what Cartman's doing , but he told me he was gonna come." Stan shrugged. "Besides, you mean more to me!" He opened the car door for me to get in.

"Wow!" I babbled. "This is amazing." The seats were all cream coloured and the dashboard was polished. There was an open top so I could see out as we drove along. When we neared the venue, I began to get nervous, I thought about how everyone used to yell at me in the hallways and how Bebe would be mad at me after what I'd said. What if nobody wanted me there? Stan noticed the look on my face and clasped my hand tight. We pulled up in the parking lot and I could see people gathered over by a tall white building. I froze, I couldn't get out but Stan made the first move. As soon as I was out, the car pulled away, after telling us to have a good night. I held Stan's hand as we walked towards the crowd of people and then Millie turned around and spotted me. She seemed to squint, as if checking it was really me and then she yelled;

"OMG guys, it's Wendy!" Shit. About ten other people turned their heads and their mouth fell open in shock. The majority of people ran over to us and started hugging me and complimenting my dress and hair. Then Jason started a conversation about the baby and I had to go through the whole story again. As I gradually got into the atmosphere and prom began to kick off, I started to have fun. Tweek and Craig showed up, which was when I realised me and Stan weren't the only head turning couple here tonight, which I was glad about. I still hadn't seen Bebe, but Red and me had been talking about how she has been really bitchy, whilst Kenny and Stan talked about cars and allowance and the future. A really exciting topic!

"Do you wanna dance?" Stan wandered over to me.

"Yeah sure!" I replied and we walked down to the dance floor. Timmy was doing the music with the help of one of our old elementary school teachers, Mr. Mackey, a lot of our middle school teachers had shown up as well. We were in mid dance when the music suddenly stopped and a silence filled the room. It was soon filled with people gasping and saying 'Oh My God' repetitively over and over. I turned around towards the doorway, and almost fainted with shock...

Cliff-hanger! OMG this chapter is soooooooo long, sorry to make you wait! I probably should have split up the whole hospital part and the prom part :L Anyway, most of Stendy is finished now, so on to the stuff you've been waiting for...! xx