Well here's Chapter 13, it's a little longer than the rest of them. Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Wendy is in the bathroom and notices she bleeding heavily. "Oh my God, am I miscarrying? No! I can't lose this baby, I just can't. Well I can't think about that right now. I need to focus on what I'm going to do to my bitch ass boyfriend when he gets here." Wendy goes into the living room and lies down on the couch. She looks at the clock. "I told Stan to be here in ten minutes! That boy never learns does he?" Suddenly her doorbell rings. She gets up to answer the door, but before she answers the door she picks up a baseball bat. She opens the door. "Well it's about fucking time you got here. When I say ten minutes I mean-" She realizes it's not Stan at the door. "Oh…what are you doing here?" It turns out to be Bebe. Wendy quickly hides the bat behind her back.

"Well hi to you too. I figured I would stop by to see how you were doing. Did I come at a bad time?"

"Oh no, I'm just waiting for Stan to come by."

"How is the soon to be dad doing?"

"Ugh, who the fuck cares. I have to go in the kitchen for a minute. Can you listen for the door?"

"Sure." Wendy goes into the kitchen with the bat still hiding the bat. Bebe makes herself comfortable on the couch when the doorbell rings. She answers it and this time it is Stan. "Hey Stan, how are you?" She gives him a hug.

"I'm ok, how are you?"

"Good. Are you excited about being a daddy?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous."

"I'm sure. But I think you'll make a great dad."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you have great paternal instincts."

"Thanks. I just hope they come in handy when the baby gets here." Just then Wendy comes into the room, she still has her hands behind her back. "Hey, babe."

She forces herself to smile. "Hi Stan…you came later than I expected."

"I'm sorry about that. I'm actually grounded so it was hard for me to sneak out."

"Hmm…interesting."

"Why do you have your hands behind your back?"

"I have something for you."

"For me? What is it?"

Wendy chuckles. "Do you really want to know?"

"Well…sure."

"Suit yourself." She swings the bat as hard as she can until it connects with Stan's ribcage. Stan doubles over in pain. Bebe's jaw drops.

"What was that for?"

"That was for your stupid boyfriend coming over here." She hits him in the back. "If you have a problem with me, be man enough to tell me yourself! I told you about being a bitch didn't I?" She hit him again.

Stan starts to cry. "I didn't know he came over here."

"Yes you did. You told him to! How stupid do you think I am?" She kicks him in the face. "How dare you send your boy toy over here!"

"Wendy, I didn't I swear!"

"You're such a fucking liar!" She hits him in the mouth with the bat. Blood begins to come out of Stan's mouth. "You better not bleed all over the carpet either!" Stan covers his mouth.

"Wendy!" Bebe exclaims.

"What? I don't want that shit all over the carpet."

"Don't hit him anymore! You're really hurting him."

"No shit! That's my intention!"

"Well you're going to have to stop. You're out of control. What the hell is wrong with you?" Bebe kneels down next to Stan. "Are you ok?"

Stan moves his hand away from his mouth and shows Bebe that he's holding two teeth. "No…" He replies weakly.

Bebe helps Stan up. She leads him to the couch. "I'll go get you some salt water to rinse your mouth out."

"Bebe, you're supposed to be my best friend!" Wendy tells her. "Why are you helping him?"

"Wendy, you knocked out two of his teeth. We probably should get him to a hospital."

"Oh he's fine." She smacks him in the face. "Stop being such a bitch!"

"Wendy stop! I'm going to go get him a glass of water. Can I leave you here with him for two seconds without you hurting him?"

"Do what you have to do Bebe."

"Ok…" She heads to the kitchen. Wendy glares at Stan.

"Wendy, I'm sorry about Kyle. I really am. I didn't know he was going to confront you about this."

"I told you before that what goes on between us stays between us. How dare you blab OUR business to your boyfriend! I could kill you right now!" She starts choking him.

"Wendy…please…let go!" Stan struggles for air.

Seconds later, Bebe returns with a cup of water. "Oh my God, Wendy!" She pulls Wendy off of Stan. "What has gotten into you? Why do you keep attacking Stan?"

"Bebe, you're my best friend and I love you dearly, but I want you to leave. This is between Stan and me."

"Well maybe I can help you guys get through whatever it is."

"There's nothing you can do. This fucking idiot loser has pissed me off for the last time…"

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"I think we could use her help Wendy." Stan intervened.

"I don't give a FUCK what you think! It's you going for other people's "help" that got you into this mess in the first fucking place! So shut up and stay the hell out of our conversation."

"Don't you think you're being a little harsh?"

"Oh I haven't begun to be harsh…trust me. Now if you don't mind."

"Ok fine. Here's your water Stan." She hands him the cup. "If you guys need me just call."

"Thanks Bebe." Stan tells her.

"I don't know what the situation is," Bebe begins to whisper in Wendy's ear, "but please don't hurt him. Listen to what he has to say. He's a decent guy."

"Bye Bebe." Bebe leaves. Wendy turns her attention to Stan. She slowly walks towards him and he backs up. She ends up backing him into a corner. "Where are you going to go now?"

"I-I g-guess nowhere."

"You got that right, you're all mine now."

"P-please don't hurt me Wendy."

"You should've thought about that before you had your boy toy come over here."

"I didn't have him come over. I was just talking to him about the situation and-" Wendy backslaps Stan.

"I told you before that what goes on between us stays between us did I not?"

"Yes you did, but Kyle figured it out on his own."

"You could've denied it."

"He knows when I'm lying."

"You are so full of excuses aren't you?" She slams him up against the wall and starts choking him again. "I'm going to finish you off once and for all so that way you can NEVER cheat on me again or go and tell anyone else OUR business!"

Stan's face starts turning blue. "Wendy…" He tries to catch his breath, but to no avail. "Please…"

"Shut up! I'm not letting go until you're dead!" She gets a tighter grip around his neck. She thinks to herself for a minute and smiles. "I figured you should something about your little boy toy before you die. We slept together when he came over here."

"…W-what?" Stan manages to get out as his eyes well up.

"That's right, after he confronted me about our situation and we went to my room and had sex. I never imagined he would be a good fuck." Tears begin to fall from Stan's eyes. "I mean I figured if he was good enough for you to fuck, he was good enough for me."

"W-we…never…" Stan begins to say.

"Save it. I know the truth. You can deny it all you want. But guess what, the last time you fucked him was the last time you're going to fuck him or that slut Red for that matter. I'm going to make an example out of you Stan. No one cheats on Wendy Testaburger and gets away with-OW!" She hunches over and grabs her stomach in pain.

Stan starts coughing. "Are you ok…?"

"Does it fucking look like I'm ok? Oh GOD it hurts!"

"I'll call an ambulance."

"You will do no such thing!"

"But the baby could be in trouble."

"I'm not riding in an ambulance! Call Token."

"Token? Why?"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

"Ok, ok." He dials Token's number. "Token, it's Stan. Look I'm sorry to bother you, but Wendy's in a lot of pain and we need to get her to a hospital. Thank you, see you in a few." He hangs up. He looks over at Wendy who is now lying on the couch grabbing her stomach and sweating. "He'll be here in 10 minutes."

"Well he better hurry!"

"Have you had these pains before?"

"Yes!"

"How often?"

"Would you stop fucking asking me questions? You're not a doctor."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Well you're not, you're just getting on my FUCKING NERVES!"

"Do you think you're in labor?"

"You fucking idiot! I'm only four months pregnant, it's too soon to have this baby!"

'Four months?' Stan thinks to himself. "Honey, I think you're timing is off you're only three months pregnant."

"LEAVE ME ALONE STAN! OWWWWWWWW!" She screams out in pain.

"How about I drive you to the hospital? We can't wait all day on Token."

"You can't drive you pathetic loser! If you hadn't gotten drunk that one night and crashed your dad's car you might have a license. But nooooo, as usual you can't do ANYTHING right."

Stan looks down. "That's not how it happened and you know it."

"Then how did it fucking happen?"

"You were the one driving the car and you blamed me for it."

"Bull shit Stan! You're lucky I'm in so much pain right now!" Suddenly the doorbells rings. "Answer the fucking door!"

Stan does as he's told. "Thanks for coming Token. Wendy has to get to a hospital ASAP."

"Hmm." Token grunts. "It's a damn shame that YOU as the boyfriend couldn't handle that yourself."

"That wasn't it, it's just-"

Token puts his hand up."I really don't have time to listen to your worthless excuses." He walks over to Wendy. "Can you get up on your own?"

"I think so." Wendy tells him weakly. She makes an attempt to get up, but doesn't get very far. Token helps her the rest of the way up.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"No, I can walk, just hold onto me." He does just that as the two of them head to the car. Stan follows them.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I'm going with you guys."

"We don't need you to tag along."

"This is my baby too, I have a right to be there."

Wendy rolls her eyes. "Just let him come Token. OWW!" She grabs her stomach again.

"Well we better hurry." He opens the passenger door for Wendy.

"Wendy, why don't you sit back here with me?" Stan asks her.

"Stan, we don't have time for this shit." Token tells him. "Sit back there alone and shut the fuck up!" Stan rolls his eyes before getting into the back. Token gets into the car and rushes off to the hospital.

When they arrive at the hospital, the rush over to the emergency department. "May I help you?" The nurse asks.

"Yes, my girlfriend is pregnant and she's in a lot of pain right now. She's been having really bad cramps for hours." Token informs the nurse.

'Girlfriend?' Stan thinks to himself.

"Honey, are you bleeding at all?" The nurse asks Wendy.

"Yes, very heavily."

"We better get you to a room immediately. You could be having a miscarriage." The nurse grabs a wheelchair and Wendy sits down it in. She takes Wendy to a room and hands her a gown. Token and Stan follow. "Put this on, the doctor will be with you in a minute."

"You guys have to save my baby."

"We're going to do everything we can." She looks at Stan. "I'm sorry young man, but you're going to have to wait outside."

"I'm her boyfriend and this is my child. I have more right to be here than he does. He's not her boyfriend."

"Ok…I'm going to let you two work this out, and by the time I come back with the doctor I want one of you out of here." The nurse walks off. Token glares at Stan.

"Get out! You have no business being here."

"You have no business telling that nurse that she's your girlfriend. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm more of a boyfriend to her than you'll ever be."

"Token, I'm trying really hard to be nice. Don't push me."

"What the hell are you going to do, beat me up?" Token chuckles. "Wendy kicks your ass all the time so I don't even view you as a threat." Stan looks at him in shock then looks over at Wendy. "That's right I know all about you getting your ass beat on a daily basis. We talk about it all the time." Token shakes his head. "You're pitiful…"

Stan ignores his comments and looks over at Wendy. "Wendy, I'm your boyfriend and this is OUR baby. I think I should be the one to stay."

"Some boyfriend you are. You couldn't get drive her to the hospital when she needed you to."

Stan kneels down by Wendy. "Please Wendy, let me stay. I need to be here for you and the baby. Please." His eyes start to water up.

Token bursts into a fit of laughter. "You're so fucking pathetic. Get up!"

"I'm sick and tired of you putting me down." He gets in Token's face. Token has about 4 inches over Stan so he looks down at him and continues to laugh. "It's bad enough that you're sleeping with her behind my back, you don't need to come here and try to take my place in her life."

"Well I'm already taking your place and her bed so why not?" Stan raises his fist. Token continues laughing. "Go ahead and hit me, but it will be your funeral." He pushes Stan's head.

"STAN! Don't you DARE hit him!" Wendy snaps. "You know what? I'm sick of listening to your whining. Get out, I don't want you in here!"

"But Wendy-"

"But nothing, GET OUT!" Stan leaves teary-eyed. "Ugh, he drives me crazy!"

"Don't worry about him. He'll be out of your life soon enough." He hugs her. "I don't know you put up with him anyway."

"Because I did care about him at one point in time and I really don't want to hurt him."

"He'll get over it."

"Yeah, but I have fun controlling him too…"

The nurse returns with the doctor. "Wendy Testaburger?"

"Yes, that's me."

The doctor shakes her hand. "I'm Doctor Casey. Let's see what's going on with your baby."

"Please Doctor, make sure my baby is ok."

"I'll do everything I can."

Stan is outside Wendy's room pacing back and forth. "What's going on in there? They've been in there for over an hour. I should be in there by her side, not Token." He continues pacing. The nurse comes out of Wendy's room and Stan rushes up to her. "How are Wendy and the baby?"

"I'm sorry, I can't give you that information."

"Nurse please, that's my girlfriend and baby. I have to know if they're ok."

The nurse sighs. "Fine, just between us…" she begins to whisper in his ear. "She didn't make it."

"Are you saying that Wendy's…?" He asked tearing up.

"Oh no Wendy's fine, the baby didn't make it. I'm really sorry." Stan breaks down in tears as the nurse comforts him.

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