Author's Notes:

South Park (c) Matt Stone & Trey Parker

Blur (c) Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Dave Rowntree & Alex James

Any new characters (c) ME! – But I'm more than happy to share. ;)

Anyway, let's begin...

Ambulance

Kyle's POV

"Come ooooooooon..." Stan pleads to me as he hugs me from the side as we two STILL find ourselves in bed. Our luggage bags and cases – still dumped by the side of the room from last night, are still waiting to be unpacked. We may have just got to bed before 3 last night, but jeez...I've never stayed in bed after 11 – I always like getting up early. "You know YOU want it too Kyle." He starts drawing with his finger over my bare chest. P...L...E...A...S...E...he really is pleading here.

"Stan...having kids would be great – I'd love it...but...well...I'm not sure whether we'd manage with a family-structure YET. I mean we've only JUST got married only a month ago and...well..." I start finger-drawing on his bare chest now.

"If that's your way of black-mailing me Kyle, than you can forget it."

"Well I guess you can forget about kids then." I tease back and he hugs me deep into the comfy matress of the bed. "Man, you really DO want kids huh?"

"YER' DAM RIGHT!"

The week that follows...well...it follows in practically the same way – Stan shows no sign of giving up as he continues pleading and teasing with me to say 'yes'. And I thought he had learned his lesson by now – in this house, I'M THE ONLY ONE who knows how to tease properly. Ha ha, unaware to Stan, I've been planning this ultimate tease until we go back to our jobs on Monday.

I ain't got, nothing to be scared of.
No I ain't got, nothing to be scared of.

That very Monday, I'm sat by stretched desk in 'The Boss' Room – MY ROOM. The room is fairly large – enough to fit about thirty beds in……well, I always base size on that scale of measurement. To the left is a wall of flat-screen HD TVs which are broadcasting what's currently being shown on each of my company's media channels. Over the past few years, I actually increased the range of what I actually broadcast onto American television in the media sector of the company. So along with the original KBSM 24, I've got KBSM+1, KBSM Sport – the best in the business, if I might add, KBSM Jr., KBSM-World AND a music request channel that's usually got tons of pop and RnB crap playing on it – ah well, whatever the public want, I suppose – their choice, their money spent requesting. As I'm about to finish off the last of my paperwork surrounding what next month's company TV spending will be used on, Stan knocks on the door and walks in. If anybody thinks it's easy being the Senior (I hate using that word, I'm only 22) Head Director of one of the biggest media and art companies in the World, they can think again. A so-called simple job like deciding what's gunna be on telly 2 months from now goes into so much detail – I mean, COME ON – advertising company selection, staff selection, research analysis, media & newspaper advertising, cost control, travel navigation, equipment control……the list is endless……and you think that's fucking easy?!

"Here are the confirmed final advertising designs for yer' Kyle." Stan – the head of the Arts & Graphics wing of KBSM hands me a small A4 portfolio.

"Thanks, just put them on that stack to the right." I reply – with my eyes still glued to the complexity of this important dossier-size document I HAVE to write out. JESUS!"

I look up to see Stan's still stood by my desk – looking down at me in his smart and sexy get-up of his 'work suit'. "YEEEES?"

"Well………"

I take off my glasses and look up at him in fake confusion. It's time I end this tease. "Well…what?" I ask with a smile.

"You know dam well what……have you come to a decision yet?"

"Hmmmmmmm…ummmmm……well……" I rotate my leather chair around slightly and start to suck the titanium end of one of the ear-rests of my glasses. "I'm not sure at the moment."

"Awwwww Kyle…" His tone turns to disappointed. Don't get down Stan. "You promised you'd come to a decision by today."

"I MIGHT…I said…I MIGHT."

Stan sighs and begins to make his way towards the door – awwwww Stan, I didn't mean to upset yer'……don't worry; I got a surprise for yer'.

"Hey Stan, have you seen what's in the news lately – I was quite surprised at it myself……" I grab hold of the tiny multi-button remote device on my desk and point it directly at the TV labeled KBSM News…

Stan turns towards it still with that sad look on his face. I sit watching him with one leg over the other. The news readers currently on at the moment are in the middle of the current 30-minute report.

"Our top story today – KBSM President & Head Director Kyle Broflovski has confirmed today that he and his husband, Stan Marsh, Head Director of the Arts & Graphics wing of KBSM, will be adopting. Neither have confirmed how many or when, but Kyle Broflovski has said that he's waiting for his husband to agree on personal terms and matters……Already there's major criticis-"

I turn the TV off. Stan's got his jaw wide open and he looks back at me. "Now that's what I call NEWS……"

There's silence in the room for a few seconds. And then, to my shock too, Stan launches towards me, leaps across the desk and 'glomps' me down to the floor. Falling off my chair and landing on the cushioned carpeted floor, Stan starts kissing me all over my face and looks back at me. "OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! You've made me SOOOO happy, Kyle."

"Yeh, I knew I would. Now come on, off……we'll discuss this in a bit more detail tonight."

"Yes sir!" He replies in a cheeky but cute tone and lets go of me – standing up straight. He kisses me a final time and makes his way out of the room – straightening his angled shirt collar and trousers. Ha, I knew that would work – what better way to tell your lover the good news than through the……well…news.

No I AIN'T GOT anything to be scared of.
'Coz I love you!

Later that evening, Stan and I start going on an improvised spaz about the specifics and details of the child adoption we're planning. Thankfully for us, in relation to the new LGBT Respects & Equality Rights Act, 2019……all adoption agencies and homes all across the country are governed by law to accept same-sex couples to adopt. And of course, there's always the minority who reject us for who we are. And I can think of one religion in particular – I can see Stan at times, is embarrassed he was actually tried to be brought up like them. It makes me wonder – what are the odds of a successful religious conversion……ha ha ha…in my crazy and wildest dreams……sadly.

I know there's been problems with this topic for quite some time – hell it was a problem back when me and Stan were 10 – so that's 16 years plus now, but I'm glad the situation is much better now. Society has accepted us for who we are and the World seems to have become a better place. At times, it makes me wonder that maybe what's happened to us all in terms of the War…that it's kinda brought us all together – no more war…no more fighting. We all get along and we're all finally used to respecting and treating one another equally and fairly. The gay community has certainly been rewarded the most from this new revelation in life. People are starting to be more open about themselves, schools and colleges have new rules showing respect for other communities of people and everywhere you look in this World, there's respect. And at last……it's something I've been waiting so fucking long for – not just because it's good for all of us……but it's made Stan go far beyond the exit of the closet……he ain't as far away as I am…but he's certainly getting there……ha ha. And that can only mean, hopefully, better things to come.

I was born out of love,
It's the only way to come into this World.

I know I'm not all there.
But I'm getting, getting, getting there.
If you let me live my life,
I'll stay with you to the end.

"Alright, alright – before we get too excited about all this." I say – pushing Stan back slightly so that he's sat upright again. "How many do we want……and be honest." Knowing Stan, he's one of these kinds of people who'd make something up just because he didn't feel right about saying it.

"Ummmmmm……ooooo let's see………well……how…about……TWO – one for you…and one for me."

"OH, so that's how we're doing it now – equal share." I smirk at him. "OK, two it is. Will it make any difference whether they're twins or not?"

"Meh…" He shrugs his shoulders and I laugh back. "Twins……not twins, I'm not bothered."

I give him a questioning smile and I stare back at him eyes half-open. "The only thing you care about is actually bringing kids home, isn't it."

He playfully pushes me down back onto the couch and stares down at me. "Kyle, I've been going on about this for weeks now."

"WEEK! Don't pluralize things."

He stares down at me – feeling stupid at hearing me say that. Heh, HE FEELS stupid?! "Besides, you haven't paid me back for hearing me say 'yes'."

He stares at me again and I smile back. After whacking me with a pillow for a few seconds, he kisses me on the lips for quite a LONG minute. "There…how's that for re-payment."

"Ummmmmm……well, I guess that'll do……for now."

He rolls his eyes. "You never will change huh?"

"Nope!" I giggle again

"GOOD – I love you like this."

I ain't got nothing to be scared of, no.
No I ain't got nothing to be scared of, no.
No I AIN'T GOT anything to be scared of…
Coz' I LOVE you!

The following week sees me and Stan out practically in every hour of every day in our free time. And knowing our busy work schedules, that doesn't really count up to much. Nevertheless, I find myself getting dragged around all the major decoration and house-hold stores and warehouses by a smiling Stan who just begs me to look at certain things we SHOULD or MUST buy. On Monday, after confirming to each other we both wanted twins, we made our final decision that they would be boys – girls are just...well...complicated. No disrespect or anything, just, well...Stan and I agree that it's easier to bring up and raise childen of the same gender since you know that gender better than the other.

"OH MY GOD – look at those bed covers – they look so cute!" One of the things Stan squeels to me as he continues to drag me all over the place around LA. Geez, all this dragging, getting excited over kids...AND...making me starve myself of making love for a full week...OR MORE. Ha, he thinks he can tease me by doing that AND getting all excited that the majority of the time, it's hard to control? Well...I've got a little sneaky plan lined up by the end of the night tonight...and no matter what happens...it's me who'll be the WINNER of the big tease!

It's Friday Night now – me and Stan find ourselves driving up to the home of a friend. After we finished our mode of excitement for a full friggin' week, we went back to the reality check-side of things – are we actually fully capable of bringing up two kids? We both SO want to...but we need some 'expert' advice. And after I suggested where we were going, Stan wasn't impressed whatsoever – the whole meaning of 'expert' seems to have been totally thrown out the window in his eyes, I suppose.

"Come on, don't be all moody...it'll be good to see him again. Besides, I don't think we've gone up to his house YET...so it'll be nice to see the crib he's got up on Oxley Way."

With his leaning heavilly on the rest of the leather seat, he rotates his head ever-so slowly. I know he's not moody –but the way he smile and has his eyes-open...well...that's a moody smile – I KNOW. "Yeh but...Kenny?! He's not quite the parental advice hot-line is he? He's more of a friggin' chat-up advice line."

"I'm sure he'll talk serious about it just as much as we do. Besides, you never know, he might give us some clever advice."

"Advice?! Yeh, like don't forget to lock yer' bedroom door so that the kids don't walk in you making love?" I laugh in reply and he smiles too – turning his head back around to view the blackness of the LA night.

"I'm sure Kenny's not gunna be in another one of his moods tonight – when I rang him up to tell him we're coming over, he said he needed to catch up on some important reading..." My Stan-knowing knowledge tells me Stan just rolled his eyes. And as he makes a quick 'Peh!' noise, it's clear what he thinks Kenny meant by that.

No I ain't got NOTHING to be scared of.
No I ain't got NOTHING to be scared of!

After a flat drive through a few city estates……and a slight trip on the highway, we finally arrive – about 1 mile exactly from where we live and at a much higher altitude too. Oxley Way is one of those spiraling estate roads that never has a flat angle of road…well…until you get to the top………and from what Kenny told me over the phone, it's the perfect spying spot. (Roll eyes) When he gave me the final directions to get there and as soon as he read out the number of the house we'd be looking for, I thought to myself. 'Kenny never changes'. 69?! For fuck's sake – now he's expressing his love for that number by friggin' living in it. Still……it certainly makes me smile everytime he mentions it in a sentence.

"Sorry, I'm late……I couldn't find the right key to get out of the 69 I was in…" He said to us the other day when we met for coffee in the city. "Oh you're already here?! If I knew that, I would have left my 69 earlier." And let's not forget the age-old 'classic': "I love my 69 – very big……very active……VERY enjoyable to be in."

But by that time, neither me or Stan realized he was actually talking about his home. Ha ha, we thought he was just one LUCKY filthy-minded blond. Oh how wrong we were – though he's always been good at filth-vocabulary.

I stop the car and look at the piece of paper that I scribbled some directions and numbers on. I look to my right – still unsure this is the wrong place. How Kenny could afford THIS place is unbelievable. It's not as big as our deluxe mansion is……but hell……it's bigger than I expected. We can't really see the house, but judging by the iron gates and how many tropical trees are surrounding this whole area before there's either #67 or #71, this MUST be it. Kenny sure is a master of deception. "It's a nice little country house on the higher regions of Oxley Hill." If he's classing this as 'little', than he sure has a BIG mind for other things, I guess.

Stan straightens himself up and I drive the closed convertible up to the closed iron gates. Looks like Kenny really loves security – two cameras watch us like vultures as we drive slowly up to the entrance. And to the left side of the gold and black-painted iron gates, there's a digital audio-visual terminal. I bring the window down, press the little red buzzer on the bottom and that makes a little jingle noise. The speaker crackles to life and the flat-screen video monitor shows us a smirking Kenny – dressed in nothing but a red vest and some white shorts.

"Ah…….my dear friends…Stan & Kyle – pleasure to see you two again, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Kenny, you don't mind two friends coming by for a chat and hopefully a drink or two do you?"

"Of course not……come on in……" I look back at Stan and smile – obviously he thought this was gunna be much more difficult to get in. "IF……" Kenny continues. "……you can answer three CRUCIAL questions. Answer correctly……and you will be allowed access in." Typical, I should have guessed he'd do this. "Ahem, Question 1, out of the two 'c' words…" Stan rolls his eyes and I smile. "……Coffee? Or Cranberry Juice?" Stan breathes a huge sigh of relief.

"Coffee." I answer with a smile.

"………Question 2, what would you like to read with your coffee?"

"It's gunna be THE obvious Kyle." Stan whispers to me as Kenny raises a cheeky smirk. However, I know for a fact that that's a trick question.

"That would depend ENTIRELY on the situation, Kenny." And he thought I wouldn't be that smart.

"……And finally, Question 3…………when was the last time that your dear friend Kenny McCormick tragically died of which you can remember?"

Oh God, Kenny and his questions. Again, a trick question. "Such a tragedy as that would have been easily remembered for all of eternity my……blond…haired……buddy." I nearly didn't say that exactly right.

Kenny puts us on a cliff-hanger by looking as if he's thinking about the answers we gave. Stan looks as if he's about to strangle the monitor to death……but Kenny never does change in teasing both of us with his riddles and reminders of friendship…even if it does annoy the hell out of me. After a few tens of seconds of him LOOKING as if he's thinking about it in his leather chair, he looks back into the monitor and smiles. "VERY GOOD boys, you may enter – welcome to my home!" The monitor goes black again and the iron gates roar to a slow opening inwards. Even the gates and the way they open remind me of Kenny's filthy mind. They shouldn't…but they do – Kenny's filth seems to be rubbing off onto me, ha ha. I press down on the car's digital touch-screen gear control and we continue to drive up the tree-guarded road just as the iron gates close again.

"Remind me to punch Kenny in the arm for that, Kyle." Stan says with a smirk on his face.