There was de-toxing, and afterwards, both Kyle and Wendy could acknowledge that it was not as bad as it could have been. At the time, they would have eagerly embraced death to make it stop, but with the perspective of a couple of days and feeling normal again, they were both able to be more objective.

Things, however, were awkward in the house. It was not a constant awkward, but if Wendy bumped into Kyle while coming out of the shower, despite being in a full robe, she would mumble something incoherent before making a dash for the bedroom she shared with Bebe. When Kyle brushed Wendy's arm when reaching for the basil when they were cooking, his face turned as red as his hair.

At first, Bebe had found this amusing. There was, even perhaps, a feeling of satisfied justice, though Bebe did not want to admit to that at all. However, by the third day of de-toxed awkward, she was beginning to get paranoid. Were they awkward because there was an attraction? Had they really just acted on lower inhibitions rather than being out of their minds?

She found herself sitting at the kitchen table, staring into her cup of tea as if it had somehow betrayed her.

"Woah… what's going on, Bebe? Did the tea piss you off?" Stan's voice was joking, but as she looked up at him, she saw that he was not exactly care free.

"Why are they so awkward around each other?" She wiped an errant tear that she hadn't noticed from her cheek. "I mean, they don't even remember it. They didn't do it because they wanted each other, and yet Wendy can barely look at Kyle without stammering."

Stan raised an eyebrow and sat down opposite her. "You don't think we'd be awkward if we had sex at this point?"

"Well… maybe, some… but… not like they are. It's almost like they are attracted to each other." She sighed and bit her lip.

"Yeah, only when I snuck one of your naughty pics of our future president and showed it to Kyle, he blinked up at me and asked why I had a naked picture of Wendy. There was no blush, no reaction. Just confusion. I think they're just… being them, you know?"

Bebe blushed, "Stan! You weren't supposed to know about those! Wendy'd kill me if she found out."

Stan laughed, "Sweetie, we're young adults. I know full well that Wendy has similar pictures of you, and Kyle and I both have the same of each other. It's fine, relax."

"Oh." She managed a small smile, "Can I borrow one of Kyle's and try the same test?"

"Wendy's really rubbed off on you, hasn't she?" Stan stood and shook his head, kissing her forehead, "You're over thinking. They're awkward because they both think about things too thoroughly. They blush because they do feel guilty, despite everything. They avoid sitting beside each other, because they don't want us to suspect that there is anything to worry about. They're over thinking things, and you're letting it infect you."

Bebe bit her lip to keep from laughing as she nodded. Stan made sense, and if she calmed down and thought things through, she knew that he was right. Which is why if it had been she and Stan who'd gotten accidentally shit-faced and screwed, the awkward would have been gone by now. "You're right. I just want things back to normal."

Stan grinned, "I've learned something from living with the two of them, if we don't feed their anxiety, they'll calm down on their own. That doesn't mean we ignore their pain, we just don't let their anxiety spread to us."

"And things will be back to normal?" Bebe's voice was hopeful and afraid at the same time, and she hated how much she needed reassurance from Stan.

"What's normal? But yeah, things will be good again. Just relax."

Things had calmed down. After a couple of weeks, the four were back to their own standard of "normal." It helped that Cartman had made sure that the entire school shared his new found hatred of Dartmouth. Wendy and Kyle had both tried, perhaps weakly, to remind people that it was not the entire school, just one team, but not even Stan or Bebe were accepting that argument.

A care package had arrived from England, and Kyle had to admit that he was amused by the fact that Ike had somehow found Dartmouth sweatshirts to shred for the packing material. Ike had not mentioned anything about the incident beyond that, and the rest of the contents were just goodies from England for everyone and a few pictures of himself being "touristy."

Not surprisingly, when the Harvard football team traveled to Dartmouth, Wendy and Kyle had decided to stay home. Dartmouth was not somewhere they were eager to revisit.

That morning, after Stan and Bebe had left, Wendy had locked herself in the bathroom and prayed to gods she didn't believe in.

When Kyle, concerned that she'd been in the shower for so long, came to find her, he had to use a paper clip to unlock the door.

The first thing he noticed was that Wendy was curled up in the fetal position against the back of the tub. The shower water pouring down over her had long turned cold, and he had never seen the self-assured woman so broken-even after the incident. Not caring about her state of undress or how soaked she was, or he was bound to get, he moved to her and gently pulled her up and out of the tub. After he'd wrapped a towel around her, he moved to turn off the water, and saw what had broken her. He managed to turn off the water before his brain completely gave out.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, before Kyle noticed that Wendy was shivering. "You need to get dressed. I'll make pancakes." He'd lived with the girls enough that he could make vegan food almost without thinking, just like the girls could cook kosher, low sugar foods. In fact, he usually just cooked meat on the side for himself and Stan when he cooked. He kissed her forehead and lead her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom before heading downstairs.

By the time the pancakes were done, Wendy had managed to calm down somewhat and get dressed. She was still paler than normal, and Kyle was almost thankful that he could focus on her rather than the chorus of "oh shits!" that were running round and round in his head.

"Have you thought about what you want to do?" He frowned slightly at the way that came out a bit more desperate than he would have liked.

Wendy bit her lip and looked down at the table, oddly aware of how much she'd been looking down over the past few weeks. She was not usually this weak.

"I… um… my first thought was to get rid of it. Today. While Stan and Bebe are gone. They don't need to know." She frowned as she looked up to see Kyle holding two plates of pancakes, one with turkey sausage on it for himself.

He set hers down and nodded. "If that's what you want. I won't even make a big deal about needing to tell them."

She shook her head, "No… I don't want things to go back to being weird. We have… I have to tell them."

Kyle let out a sigh of relief. He hated the thought of keeping anything from Stan, and was relieved that Wendy felt the same way regarding Bebe. "Good." He offered a small smile as he sat down. "But in the end, this is your decision, Wendy. We'll all respect that."

"I… um… while I was getting dress… I got to thinking. I mean, past the whole… ohmygodohmygodohmygod part." She smiled slightly, though Kyle could tell that it was weak.

"And?" He took a bite of pancake as he gently prodded her to go on.

"We've wanted this… I mean, ok, we wanted this five years in the future. And it would have been Bebe, with a syringe. But, still… we eventually wanted this. And it's not like I'd be doing it on my own, so it shouldn't keep any of us from graduating." She bit her lip, uncertain of how what she was voicing would be accepted.

Kyle grinned and reached over to grab her hand, "I was always assuming we'd go with Stan. Asthma is less obviously genetic than diabetes, but I doubt any of us would mind a little one. Ok, no, I admit, we all wanted more time to be able to not worry about sex or sleep being interrupted, but there's four of us. And I bet we can get Uncles Kenny and Cartman to help too." He winked, "Kid's going to be one lucky bastard."

Wendy smiled, "We have to make sure the others are ok with it first. I… I only want this if everyone does."

Kyle nodded, "That's fine, sweetie. Your body. Your final say so."

Kyle, having calmed down from their earlier shock, watched the game, curled up with Wendy, smirking every time there was a face masking or similar penalty. Wendy was just thankful that the awkward was gone, and it was ok to snuggle with Kyle again.

For the most part, the game was good. Only because of Stan did either of them know anything about football, but it was impossible not to develop an appreciation of the game after sharing a house for a year and a half, not to mention everything that came before that. However, it was quite clear to them that while Stan was benched, the rest of the team was getting his revenge for him.

Stan had been disappointed when he told them that Coach Robbins was benching him for the game, though he had agreed with the coach's reasoning. It would have been far too easy for him to take his anger out on the field in ways that could end his career.

They'd chuckle when the camera panned the Harvard sidelines and showed Stan in his sweatshirt and jacket scowling at the Dartmouth line.

Kyle kissed Wendy's forehead, "He's going to make a good Dad. I think he'll be the protective one."

Wendy chuckled, "It's sweet. You'll have to jump him after we tell them tonight. You know, assuming that goes well."

With a roll of his eyes, Kyle gently thwapped the back of her head. "First, it will. Second, what I do with my partner in our bedroom is really none of your business."

"Mm-hmm." She chuckled and closed her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulder.

She fell into a light doze, barely aware of Kyle's quite cheering and responses to the game, until she felt him shaking her a bit, "Wendy, wake up. You wanna see this. And I'm not getting fussed at for letting you sleep through it."

Wendy blinked and opened her eyes, "What? Did they put Stan in after all?" She rubbed at her eyes and then looked at the TV, only to see two of the other cheerleaders holding Bebe back while she chewed out some Dartmouth player who had the bad fortune of going out of bounds on the Harvard side.

"So, I'm not the only one who finds being all defended sexy. I take it you'll be jumping Bebe tonight?" Wendy could hear the smirk in Kyle's voice, but she couldn't help but nod and blush.

She watched, mesmerized as Bebe was thrown out of the game and threw the camera a wink, followed by a signed "W" and an "I love you."

Kyle chuckled, "Should I go get a mop for when you turn into a Wendy-puddle?"

"Shut up. You're just jealous." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Yeah, but Bebe won't be kicked off the team for that, so I'm glad Stan can't."

Wendy nodded, "Agreed."

Dinner was Chinese, a frequent meal since it was relatively easy to do both as vegan and kosher. Kyle cooked Bebe's favorite fried rice with chicken on the side for himself and Stan. He had started to open a bottle of wine until Wendy just stared at him with a raised eyebrow, so instead the girls had sparkling water and the guys had soda (diet for Kyle).

For a while they talked about the game. How the guys had really come through for Stan, how during half time they had actually high-fived, when the coach wasn't looking of course, over the handful of face masking and horse collaring penalties. Wendy tried to be disapproving, but no one at the table missed the sparkle in her eyes.

Bebe was toasted for her own show of protectiveness.

Wendy blushed as she squeezed her girlfriend's hand. "That was actually pretty hot." She leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'll show you just how hot later tonight."

"Mmm… not why I did it, but I won't complain if it has some added benefit." Bebe laughed and nuzzled against Wendy.

"Hey! We're at the dinner table! Sex talk on your own time." Stan was smirking as he interrupted the two.

"You're not jealous are you, dude?" Kyle grinned at his own partner, "I'd already decided that your glare was hot enough for the same treatment. Besides, I'm glad you didn't do anything stupid."

Stan pouted, though they could all see he was teasing, "It's not my fault I couldn't get away with it the way someone could. But yeah, I was totally jealous and proud. Bebe, I know we've already said this, but that was awesome."

Bebe shook her head, "It wasn't awesome or thought out. It just kind of happened. But I don't regret it at all. And since I didn't actually do anything, I'm not even getting a one game suspension."

With a snort, Stan rolled his eyes, "Figures."

They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Stan spoke, "And the team decided that the celebration dinner would be tomorrow night, with the Debate Team. It's not the same, we know, but… we wanted to share since we all know you would have kicked ass if you'd been allowed to compete."

"That's cool. Thanks." Kyle grinned. "That's really cool."

"Baby? What's wrong?" Bebe had her arm around Wendy whom she'd pulled close as the other girl had started to cry. Her eyes were panicked as she looked to Stan and Kyle, frowning slightly when she saw that Kyle was smirking. Stan shared her confusion as he stared at his boyfriend.

"Ok, dudes… what's going on?"

Wendy sniffled and shook her head, "I'm fine… I'm sorry… I don't know why that got to me so bad… sorry."

"Yes, you do, dork. Tell them." Kyle rolled his eyes.

"Um…" Wendy snuggled to Bebe for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and sitting up. "I took a test this morning."

"What? You didn't tell us you had a make-up test this morning. And why is that…" Bebe's eyes widened as Wendy just looked at her, "It wasn't that kind of test was it?"

Wendy shook her head, smiling slightly, "No. It wasn't. And I really wanted to fail it. But I didn't and…"

"Really?" Bebe was beaming, and she pulled Wendy back to her. "That's fantastic. Well, it's fantastic if you want it to be… I mean… um… what do you want?"

Stan frowned, completely confused, "Ok, so we all know I don't speak girl, but does someone want to clue me in on what's going on?"

Wendy blushed a bit, "I'm pregnant."

"But… how… wait, no, I know how… but… god, no you were detoxing… you didn't do the whole morning after thingie, did you?" Stan frowned, his confusion still there, though of a different variety.

"No…" She shook her head, "I didn't. But, if… " She took a deep breath, "If… um… I mean… it's still not too late."

There was silence until Kyle sighed, "Except nothing's decided yet. Look, it's obviously Wendy's choice… we all agree with that?" Stan and Bebe nodded, "The thing is… Wendy, do you mind?" She shook her head and gestured for him to continue. "The thing is, she's not sure that's what she wants. Look, we've all talked about this."

"Yeah, after we've graduated and got jobs and settled down." Stan's voice wasn't hostile, but rather bewildered.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Cause money is so an issue… anyway, yeah, we'd talked about it in the future, and it'd be Bebe, and hell, I always assumed we'd use your sperm, Stan. But the thing is, we have talked about this."

Bebe turned to Wendy, "Is this what you want?"

She nodded, biting her lip slightly, "It was my idea… Kyle's just helping me out cause… I seemed to have lost words for a moment there."

"Dude, this is serious then." Stan seemed to be calming down, "You're never at a loss for words."

Wendy chuckled as Kyle thwapped his boyfriend, "The thing is that I only want to do this if we all want to. I mean… No, it's not how or when we planned it. And I'm not all the sudden glad that we got stoned and screwed. But… maybe this part of that isn't a bad thing. If we're all together, it's not like I'll have to quit school or anything. And as Kyle pointed out, we can afford it. The biggest issue'll be that I don't have a maternity rider on my insurance."

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Again, not an issue."

"But, I need to know what you guys really think. And you don't have to answer right now. I know, it's… a lot to take in."

Stan grinned, "Dude… I'm in. You guys are right, there's no reason why not to. Except for one. Kyle, Dude…"

"Not right now!" Kyle turned his eyes to his boyfriend, "Seriously. Not fucking right now. I love you, but I will beat the crap out of you if you do that right now, Mr. Impulse."

Stan rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever."

Bebe was giggling at the two when Wendy turned to her. She smiled and gathered the slightly smaller woman into her arms, kissing her soundly and whispering, "We're going to be mommas."