Well here's Chapter 3. It's a pretty short chapter...and that's about all I have to say about that. Here it is.
Wendy's POV
Chapter 3
Well I'm almost at the apartment. I guess there isn't much more I can say to Stan. I just can't let things end the way they did. Poor Stan, I honestly never meant to hurt him I really didn't. I won't blame him if he never forgives me for this.
I'm finally here. I unlock the door and hear the sound of Stan throwing up coming from the bathroom. I knock on the bathroom door. "Stan, are you ok in there?"
"I'm fine!" He yells back just before he vomits again. Moments later he comes out of the bathroom. The poor guy looks like hell. His hair is a mess, his eyes are blood shot red, and he's still wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday except they have vomit on them.
"Stan…what on earth happened to you?"
"I went out drinking last night."
"You never drink. Why did you do that?"
"Why do you think Wendy?"
"I never meant for you to go out and drink over this."
"Well what's done is done. Now I know you didn't come over here to talk about me drinking, so what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
I sigh. "I didn't like how you left yesterday and I think we should talk more about this."
"What else is left to say?"
"We need to talk about our future together…or lack thereof…"
"Did you come over here to break up with me?"
I lower my head. I don't want to do this, but I have to do the right thing for my baby. "Answer me Wendy!" Stan demands.
"Yeah…I did." Uh-oh, I knew this was coming. He's going to cry I can see his eyes welling up now.
"I just figured we were going to give each other some space for awhile that's all."
"We are going to give each some space…indefinitely."
"I can't believe this. Indefinitely? Why Wendy? Why? Wasn't I good enough boyfriend?" He begins breaking down in tears. Poor baby, I feel so bad.
"I'm going to do what's right for my baby and be with its father."
"And just throw everything we have away?"
"I want my baby to have both its mother AND father in its life. So me and him are going to get together."
"Who is he? I want to know who he is!"
"That's not important Stan…"
"Damnit Wendy! I need to know who stole…the love of my life from me!" He starts wailing again. I hate seeing him like this. I wish there was something I could do to ease his pain.
"It would only hurt you more if you knew."
"Please Wendy, you have to tell me who it is. Do I know him?"
"Just don't worry about it ok." He continues breaking down more than ever. I can't stand here and watch him like this. I comfort him. "Shh…it will be ok…it will be ok." I say quietly while rubbing his back.
"It will NEVER be ok Wendy. How could you treat me like this? I thought you loved me?"
"I do love you Stan. I really do."
"Then why did you have to go and cheat on me? I've never, EVER cheated on you!"
"I know you haven't. I'm sorry I cheated. I'm only human Stan and accidents like this happen all the time."
"If you wanted to be with someone else why didn't you just dump me a long time ago?"
"I told you it just happened. I was lonely while you were gone."
"Please tell me who he is Wendy…please." He pleaded. I really want to, but the time isn't right.
"I can't Stan, I just can't. Please respect my wishes." I think now would be the perfect time for me to get out of here. "I better go, I'll come back and get my stuff later."
I turn to leave when suddenly Stan grabs my hand. I turn around and see that he's on his knees and is still crying. "Please don't leave me…"
"Get up Stan. Don't do this to yourself."
"I need you Wendy! I can't live without you. Look, I don't care who the father of your baby is; I'll help you raise the baby. We can get married and be a real family."
"I'm sorry, but that's out of the question. Now, please let's end things now. I'm sorry and always know that I love you." I jerk my hand away from him and open the door.
"No Wendy don't go! Please don't go!" I leave closing the door behind me. I can't even look at him. I really hate seeing him like that. He opens the door. "Come back Wendy please! Don't leave me! I love you!" I keep on walking, but I can hear him yelling and crying down the hall. I'm sorry Stan, I know you're hurting, but at the same time I have to do the right thing for my baby.
Now I'm back at Bebe's place. I feel like the biggest jerk right now. How can I treat my boyfriend of 10 years this way? Well that really doesn't matter now, the most important person I need to think about now is my baby. I have to do what's right by them. Bebe just arrived home.
"How did your talk with Stan go?" She asks me.
"I dumped him."
"You didn't?"
"I did."
"Why?"
"I had to. I'm going to be with the father of my baby."
"But what about Stan? He loves you and he doesn't care who the father of your baby is."
"Stan and I are through. You're going to have to accept that and so is he."
"How did he take it?"
"How do you think? He broke down in tears and asked me who the father was. Then he kept begging me not to leave him."
"Did you tell him who the father is?"
"No."
"Why the hell not? He needs to know!"
"It's really none of his business Bebe. Besides, it would only hurt him more."
"I think I'm going to go see if he's ok."
"You go do that. I'm going to go see you know who." Bebe rolls her eyes just before we go our separate ways.
"So what have you decided?" He asked me.
"I decided I want to be with you. Our baby needs both its mom and dad present."
"Good I'm glad. How did Stan take it?"
"Not too good, but it doesn't matter it's over now."
"So he won't make any trouble for us?"
"He doesn't even know your identity. I'm going to keep it that way for as long as I can. Besides, he's not like that so I doubt we'll have anything to worry about."
"Oh ok. You know I've always loved you Wendy. I'm really glad that we're having a baby and starting a life together."
"To be honest with you…I've always had for you deep down inside…Cartman." Cartman and I hug each other and then begin making out.
So most of you were right! Cartman's the daddy. Don't worry Stan WILL find out...maybe in the next chapter or the chapter after that. Please R&R if you want me to continue.
