Bebe squeezed Wendy's hand as Stan smiled at them, "The Testaburgers first, right?"
Kyle chuckled, "Yeah. Let's start with the two who will be ecstatic after the initial shock. Since we're not really sure on any of the others. Besides, Wendy's the pregnant woman. Only fair she goes first."
Wendy rolled her eyes, "You're all just cowards." She winked, knowing that the truth of the matter was that it was her parents who were the most comfortable with their little "family." Though she was worried a bit about their reaction to this news.
"All right, let's do this." She took a deep breath as she hit the speed dial for Ellen and Ryan, trying to smile for the web cam.
It was Ryan who answered the phone, "Hey, sweetie." Wendy grinned, caller ID really was a great invention. "Give me a sec to get this set up." She chuckled as she heard the clicks of transferring the phone to the computer and him calling "Ellen!"
After just a couple of minutes, her parents were smiling at her from the dining room. "Hey, hun. How are you feeling? No more lingering effects?" Ellen's voice was warm but concerned, and Wendy shook her head.
"No, Mom. We're both fine now. Though I can safely say that I never want to go through that again." She chuckled as Kyle chimed in with an "Amen."
"Oh is everyone there?" The others had moved out of the shot and now moved back in, Bebe sitting beside Wendy on the couch, and the guys leaning over the back to wave.
"Hi. Bebe, Stan…are they telling the truth?" Ryan had an eyebrow raised as if he really expected that Wendy or Kyle were lying.
Bebe giggled, "They are. They've been back to classes for a while, and everything is back to normal." She gave Wendy a significant look, though the brunette pretended to ignore it.
"So… now that you've checked with the kids you apparently trust." Wendy smirked as her father stuck his tongue out at her and her mother chuckled, "How are you guys?"
"We're well. It's actually been quiet here for a while. I think you guys took the crazy with you." Ellen winked.
"Hey!" Was the exclamation from Stan.
Kyle however, nodded, "Probably… especially after a couple of weeks ago. I think it might follow us around. And um… it's not entirely over." He nudged Wendy in the back.
Ryan laughed, "Sweetie, it looks like they want you to tell us something. So the way I see it, you have two choices. You can tell us, or your mother and I can pretend to be oblivious to the looks and nudges that they're giving you and just torture you until you do."
Wendy rolled her eyes as Bebe smirked, "Good to know where she gets that from, Ryan."
"Oh, I assure you, Bebe, she comes by it quite naturally." Ellen smirked, elbowing her husband. "Wendy? What is it you want to tell us?"
Wendy took a deep breath and grabbed Bebe's hand for support. Both the boys offered support by squeezing a shoulder. "Um… I told you guys what happened at Dartmouth… well, um… I'm obviously not on birth control, and with the detoxing, just completely forgot about Plan B. And… I'm pregnant."
There was stunned silence on the other end. Ellen blinked a few times, and Bebe had to keep from giggling as she saw another one of her girlfriend's traits played out by one of her parents. Ryan was sitting there staring at all of them, mouth agape.
After a couple of minutes, that seemed like forever to the foursome, her mother smiled, "I assume, since you're telling us, you're going to keep it?"
Wendy nodded.
"You know this will change your lives. All of you, right?" Ryan had taken a deep breath and seemed to regain the ability to speak. "I assume, based on the support I see from all of you, you guys are doing this together?"
Stan spoke up, "Yes, sir. We've talked about this for a long time; it's just earlier than any of us could have guessed."
Bebe smirked, "And probably a different set of biological parents, but yeah, we're all in it together."
Ellen beamed, "In that case, congratulations! That's fantastic. I'm going to be a grandmother!" She actually squealed a little bit, which had all four of them beaming. "If there's anything we can do, let us know, ok?"
Kyle leaned in more, "You're already doing it, Ellen. Thanks."
"We love you, all of you; you know that. I'm a bit surprised, but with the four of you, I have confidence you can make this work. But, Wendy?" Ellen's voice grew a bit more parental, and Wendy found herself sitting up straighter.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"I still expect you to graduate, and to go on to grad school. I know this will make it harder, but you've got three co-parents. And your dad and I will help." Ellen's expression was serious, but her eyes were still smiling.
"Thanks, Mom. And I will."
Ryan beamed, "Grandpa…no that sounds too old. Well, I'll have a decision on what I'm to be called by the time the kid is here." He winked, "I assume you have to call the others now?" All four nodded their heads, Kyle and Bebe a bit hesitantly, "Listen, we really are here for you all. We love you. I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but we all know that's a moot point. Congratulations."
"Thanks, Dad. Love you, too." Wendy smiled as the others chimed in with "love you"s before they disconnected.
Kyle sighed, "All right, the easy one is done, and we all know that someone will still love and support us…so…Stan? Or do we finish with your mom for a bit more affirmation?"
Stan rolled his eyes, "My mom might be affirming, but there's still my dad…"
Bebe shrugged, "Let's go with mine. They probably won't care anyway." She scowled slightly and everyone moved to give Bebe the center seat, though Bebe gently but forcibly pulled Wendy down, and then looked to the boys, "No, I need your support just to say hi to them. Stay."
With solemn nods, the boys remained where they were as Bebe reached over to dial the Stevens' household.
Andrea answered the phone, "Hello, Stevens' residence."
Bebe rolled her eyes, "Hi, Mom."
"Oh, Bebe! Hi, how are you doing? Did you get the video of Angie I sent you? Isn't she just adorable." Bebe sighed, and Wendy gently squeezed her hand.
"Yes, Mom. I got it. Hey, why don't you set up the web cam so we can talk that way. I'd kind of have something I want to tell both you and Dad." She squeezed Wendy's hand, not lessening the pressure but clinging to her. Wendy did not say anything at all as she knew how stressed out the Stevens made their eldest daughter.
"Oh? Did you finally meet a guy and drop Wendy? I know she's your best friend, hun, but really, that's all you should be. So, what's he like. Hold on, and I'll get your father. He'll want to hear this."
Bebe was shaking with anger and Stan moved from behind the couch to her other side, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders, while Kyle gently squeezed Wendy's shoulder.
"No, Mom. And I'm not going to. Look, can I talk to Dad, please." Bebe was trying hard to hold it together, and if she'd been having this conversation without the support of the others, she knew she would have lost it already.
"Fine. You really are throwing your life away, Bebe. I don't know where I went wrong with you. Probably letting you hang out with that Wendy girl in the first place. Well, at least I won't make the same mistakes with Angie." Bebe's face paled as her mother called for Paul, and she crumpled into herself a bit.
"Hi, Baby Girl. I'm sorry. Wendy, if you guys are hearing this, I'm sorry."
Wendy smiled slightly as Bebe seemed to relax a bit, "Thanks, Mr. Stevens."
"So, what did you want to tell us, Baby Girl? Are you two getting married? Should I come to the wedding without your mother?" Bebe blushed at her father's assumption.
"Maybe eventually, Dad, but no…we're not engaged, yet." This time Wendy blushed a bit as Bebe continued, "I just wanted to tell you that you're going to be a gramps."
"OH? That's fantastic. I won't ask for the details, but I thought you guys were going to wait?"
"Um… well… remember what I told you a few weeks ago? Well, Wendy's pregnant. And we've all decided to keep it." Bebe smiled over to Wendy, kissing her cheek briefly.
"Well, congratulations then. I'll work on your mom. Love you, Baby Girl. Wendy. Stan, Kyle, if you're there. Congratulations to all of you."
"Thanks, Dad. Bye."
When Paul hung up, Stan stood. "All right. I think after that we need a break. Movie or something else?"
Wendy's arms were wrapped around her girlfriend, as Bebe just buried her face against her shoulder, shaking softly with the tears she'd managed to hold in until the call was disconnected.
Kyle was the one to speak up, a twinkle in his eyes—-not that his proposal was something the boys particularly enjoyed, but they both knew it was one of Bebe's favorite activities. "Shopping."
The word had the desired effect and Bebe sat up, "Really? We can go shopping?"
When they came home later that afternoon, they all decided that they'd call the Broflovskis and Marshes the next day, but there were some uncles that needed to be told sooner rather than later, at least in the opinion of the guys.
"We have to tell them, Wendy. And we have to call Ike before it's too late. Otherwise he'll be asleep. Five hours ahead of us, remember?" Kyle's voice was insistent, despite Wendy's stubborn, and unexplained refusal.
"No." The "queen of debate" refused to engage and simply went into the kitchen to make herself a drink.
Kyle, however, was not accepting that short and simplistic an answer as the final word. Bebe and Stan exchanged looks, shrugged, and followed, though they hung back. A debate between the two was always interesting, and if it got too heated they could intervene or disappear.
"You do not get to end the debate like that. And don't you tell me that you can because you're the pregnant one. You can't just shut us out when it's convenient. If we're doing this together, we're doing this together, all of it." Kyle was insistent, though he did not move into Wendy's personal space. He simply didn't let her run away.
Wendy clenched her jaw as she set the kettle on the stove and carefully selected a safe tea for herself and then brought out the rest of the teas for the others to choose. "Or perhaps you could just trust that maybe there is a valid reason to limit whom all we tell to just our parents for the time being?"
"How can I trust you when you're simply shutting down communication? Just tell me the reason?" Kyle's eyes flashed, and he ignored the cup she'd gotten for him or the selection of teas, and the glance he spared Bebe and Stan kept them away from the island as well.
She slammed the sugar bowl down hard enough that Bebe thought she'd need to check it for cracks later. "Because, technology has some disadvantages. It's very early on in the pregnancy, and if it doesn't…take, doesn't stick, it's going to be hard enough to deal with the sympathy and concern from the three of you and our parents. I want this now, Kyle. I already fantasize about his or her life and our family. And if…I just don't want to make that any more difficult than it would already be."
Kyle frowned, looking to Bebe or Stan for help, but it was Stan who moved first, moving around the island to wrap Wendy in a hug. "One day, I'm going to teach you how to turn off your brain."
"You don't understand. The statistics. When women didn't used to know they were pregnant until later, by the time they knew, the chances were good the pregnancy would stick. But at this point…I just don't want to tell everyone yet. Please. Not until we're sure it'll stick. Parents are…I don't know. They're parents. And it's different. But Ike, Shelley, Eric and Kenny." Wendy shook her head, "I need those to wait. Please."
Kyle scrubbed his hand through his hair, knowing that if he wasn't careful he'd encourage the fro to pop back to life, something he barely managed to keep under control. "I…sorry. I really hadn't even considered that."
Wendy's arguments were sound, though her tactics were not particularly fair, and in a debate she would have been docked for the theatrics, but Kyle realized it was simply something he hadn't considered. Like Wendy, and he assumed Bebe and Stan, he wanted this now, and he could imagine some of Wendy's fear at the thought of losing it. It's not like they'd chose to try again any time soon.
Bebe nodded and moved over to her girlfriend, pulling her gently from Stan. "All right. We'll wait. At least a couple of more weeks." She looked to the guys who nodded.
"Thanks." Wendy smiled, but did not let go from Bebe, so that Stan found himself pouring the hot water for the tea when the pot whistled.
Kyle decided to face his parents alone, meaning that the others were there, but he was the only one the web cam could see. It was clear to Bebe and Wendy that Stan was itching to go to his partner, his hands literally opening and closing in an expression of nervous energy.
"Bubelah! It's about time you called. We've been worried sick. Do I need to call any of your teachers and have them let you make up work? What those evil Dartmouth kids did to you is not your fault."
There were times that Kyle hated web cam phone calls. This was one of those times. He wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes—-which he was pretty sure he saw Wendy doing in his periphery. However, he smiled and nodded, "Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. And all of our professors have been understanding. We've been allowed to make up anything we missed and most, if not all, of the school is rather pissed at Dartmouth. It's all fine."
"Good good. Still, why haven't you called sooner?" Sheila was as imposing a presence on the screen of the laptop as she was in person. Gerald sat quietly beside her, seemingly fading into the background, but Kyle could not help but grin at the way that his father rolled his eyes slightly at his mother's question.
"Just been busy. Listen… I have something to tell you." He tried not to grimace at the way that sounded, but it didn't help that Stan grimaced too.
"Of course, Bubie. Is everything ok?" He could see the hope on her face, the hope that he was calling to say that he and Stan had broken up, though she had more sense than Mrs. Stevens and did not voice it.
"Um…yeah. Actually. Everything's great." Kyle did not even try to fight the smirk that was the response to her crest fallen expression.
"Oh…well. That's great." Sheila lapsed into silence.
Gerald rolled his eyes again, though Sheila could not see, and asked, "So what was it you needed to tell us, Kyle?"
"Wendy's pregnant. Um…I don't think I told you guys, but when we were…drugged out of our minds, we somehow had sex, though neither of us remembers it. And, she's pregnant. And we've all decided to keep it." Kyle was talking pretty quickly, and part of him felt like he was justifying his belief in Mr. Hankey all over again.
"Wait, Bubie…you got Wendy pregnant?" Kyle could not quite figure out his mother's expression, and was, admittedly, a bit scared.
"Um…yeah." He nodded, glancing to Stan and then the girls for help.
"Oh! And all four of you are going to raise the child? Still two separate couples? You and Stan? And Bebe and Wendy?"
Kyle nodded, confused by his mother's sudden change of heart, "Yeah…"
"But this kid is yours…genetically?"
"Uh-huh."
"OH! Well, in that cases, Bubelah, that's absolutely fantastic! Congratulations to all of you." Sheila was positively glowing. "Now, I know Wendy is a Vegan, so she basically already eats kosher, so that works out well. If it's a boy, you will have a Bris for him. I know you're not religious, and that's fine, but the boy will have a Bris."
Kyle was just staring at the screen, not seeing the looks that the others were exchanging. After a few moments of silence he found his voice, "You're…ok with this? You've never really been ok with this situation. And now you're suddenly ok and even happy about it?"
"Well, of course we are, Bubie! You're giving us a grandbaby!"
As understanding dawned on Kyle, he felt his anger rising, "All this time…it had to do with whether or not I could give you a grandkid. And now that I am…I love you both, but I have to go now." He reached over and hit the button to end the phone call.
"Those fucking bastards!" Kyle growled as Stan quickly moved to his boyfriend and pulled him into his arms. "This whole time they just wanted grandchildren…"
No one said anything as Stan just held him tightly, gently running his fingers through the other boy's red hair, knowing that gesture tended to soothe him.
After a few minutes Bebe breathed a sigh of relief as Kyle visibly relaxed, groaning softly as he leaned against Stan. "At least they accept us now…I just…I don't want to deal with them for a while, ok?"
Everyone nodded, but it was Stan who muttered, "ok" before kissing his lover softly.
Bebe smiled and pulled Wendy closer to her, muttering into her hair, "3 down, 1 to go. At least Randy should be entertaining."
Wendy chuckled softly at that, but made no move to interrupt the guys. She could not imagine how Kyle must be feeling at the moment.
It was another few moments before Kyle pulled back from Stan and got up, gesturing to the seat he'd just abandoned, "Your turn. Let's get this over with."
Stan nodded and moved into the seat as Kyle moved to join the girls, wrapping his arms around them. "I promise. I don't take after her." When Bebe giggled and Wendy raised an eyebrow, he sighed as he rolled his eyes, "Ok, a little bit. But not too much."
Wendy leaned back and kissed his cheek, "Nah, you don't."
"Guys…if you're ready…here we go." Stan smirked watching the three for a moment before dialing his parents. Fortunately, his mom answered via the computer.
"Hey, Stan. Hold on one second while I get your dad." Sheila smiled, and knowing full-well how to work the voip/web cam connection, muted it while she called for Randy. Stan smiled. His dad might be rather embarrassing and a bit of a nut job, but his mother was actually pretty awesome.
When Randy appeared in the screen with Sharon, she turned the sound back on and smiled to her son, "Ok. We're here. How are you doing? How are Kyle and Wendy?"
"I'm fine, and so are they. So is Bebe by the way." He could not help but tease his mother.
"Oh, I wasn't forgetting her, hun. I've just been worried about Kyle and Wendy. I know you say they've been fine since they detoxed, but still. I'm a mom. I worry. I'm glad you're all doing well?" Wendy couldn't help but snicker at that, and Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, hun, if they're there, they might as well come where we can see them."
Stan rolled his eyes and waved the others over, Kyle sitting beside him, and the girls leaning in over the back of the couch, in a bit of an opposite positioning from when they'd talked to the girls' parents.
"Bebe! I saw the game. Was disappointed they made Stan sit it out, but wow…girl." Randy looked proud, as if it were Shelly he was bragging about rather than Bebe. "Way to man up for your woman."
Stan groaned, but everyone else laughed.
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, Dad. We got it. Um…so…we actually kind of called to tell you something." Stan smiled, though there was a touch of nervousness in his expression, and Kyle grabbed his hand.
"Of course, hun. What is it?"
Before Stan could answer his mother, his father who was looking at them "closely" or as closely as one could through a screen, said, "I better be the father of the groom, that's all I'm saying. No offense, Kyle."
Kyle smirked, "None taken, Mr. Marsh. But that's not it."
Sharon frowned a bit. "What is it, Stan. Hush, Randy, and let him tell us."
"Um…well…Kyle kind of knocked up Wendy." He smirked as he felt Bebe smack him on the back of his head for the choice of wording.
Sharon frowned, trying to read the expressions on the four, while Randy just looked confused, "But I thought Kyle didn't like girls at all like that, and the same for Wendy and boys. And…shouldn't you be angry at them for cheating?"
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, when Sharon cut in, "While they were drugged?"
Nodding, Stan was thankful that at least one of his parents were intelligent, even if it wasn't the scientist. Sometimes he really wondered how his father graduated with an advanced degree.
"Well, that's not ideal, but…I assume you're keeping it?"
Stan nodded again, "And we're actually happy about it… I mean, not the drugged up or the sex part, but the baby part."
Sharon nodded, "I figured that's what you meant, hun. Well, that's wonderful then. Congratulations. I assume we'll be as much grandparents as the Testaburgers and the Broflovskis?"
All four nodded, but it was Wendy who spoke up, "Of course, Mrs. Marsh. This baby is all of ours. Which means he or she will be your grandkid too."
"Good. Wendy, make sure you get plenty of rest. I know you tend to push yourself, but let the others take care of you when you need it, ok? Congratulations, guys."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Oh…yeah…congratulations!" Randy was grinning, "I'm going to be a grandpa! Oh! And share a grandkid with Gerald. This is sweet."
Stan shook his head, laughing at his father's antics. "Thanks, Dad."
Bebe waited until she was sure that Wendy was asleep—it amused her to no end that her lover tended to grope her in her sleep, but she'd long learned the difference between an awake playful grope and an asleep having good dreams that involve boobies-Bebe liked to think they were hers-grope. Gently, she rolled her partner onto her back, and then waited for another couple of minutes. When there were no signs that the movement had woken Wendy, Bebe repositioned herself, so that her head was at Wendy's stomach.
She gently laid a hand on her love's stomach, watching to see if she'd woken her. When again sure that Wendy still slept, she began to speak softly.
"Hey, Bean. It's Mama Bebe. You'll know me as the cool mom. Anyway, listen, I have a favor I need you to do me ok? I need you to find a nice comfy spot on the uterus wall, if you haven't already, and hold on. I need you to hold on tight."
She smiled softly, "See, the thing is, despite how you came to be, we all really want you. But…if you don't stick…we won't be trying again for a while. And, even if we were going to try again immediately, we want you. Whoever you are going to be. We're kind of already attached, so it would be nice if you'd attach too, ok?"
"Not just for me, but for Mama Wendy and Daddy Kyle and Papa Stan. Though I don't know if that's what you'll call them. And for you too, ok? I've fallen in love with the idea of a little baby Kyle and Wendy production. So stick, please?" Bebe leaned in and kissed Wendy's stomach.
"Mmm…" Bebe felt fingers in her hair and turned to see a sleepy but smiling Wendy. "I agree…listen to your Mama Bebe."
Bebe blushed slightly but scooted up and kissed Wendy's lips softly, "I didn't mean to wake you, love."
Wendy murmured something through the kiss, and Bebe realized that while her love was awake, she was not fully alert yet. She had to admit, she was quite curious how Wendy would be when there was a baby in the house, waking up at all hours of the night, and wanting what only Wendy had. She managed not to giggle at that thought. Worst case scenario, they'd suppress for nighttime feedings or supplement with formula, if Wendy even wanted to nurse.
"What was that, Wends?" Bebe grinned, shifting again so that she was pressed closer to Wendy.
Wendy grinned, her eyes half lidded, but she managed not to close them as she looked at her partner, "You're not going to let me go back to sleep are you?"
"Well, if you need to." Bebe shrugged, "But I think a bit of girls' time might really be what's healthiest both for Mommy and Baby." Her eyes sparkled and she leaned in again and caught Wendy's mouth, her tongue seeking entry.
Between the kissing, Wendy managed to mutter, "You're the biologist…"