Bebe made pancakes the next morning. Sunday mornings were always pancakes, and the boys were welcome to make sausage or bacon (turkey, not pork) if they wanted to go along with them.

As cranberries were in season, she had added fresh cranberries to the mix and was happily flipping the pancakes when Kyle came into the kitchen. He was grinning as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Shouldn't you let the pregnant woman sleep at night?"

Bebe laughed and turned to stick her tongue out at him. "Sweetie, if you think I'm going 9 months without having sex with my girl, you are absolutely out of your mind."

Kyle chuckled, "I'm teasing. Where is she anyway?"

The blonde's laughter suddenly ended as she sighed and gestured with the spatula in the general direction of the downstairs bathroom. "Morning sickness, and since she won't let me hold her hair back or anything, I figured I'd get started on breakfast."

Kyle raised an eyebrow as Stan came into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower. "You're telling me that she came downstairs to get sick?"

Stan, realizing the conversation he walked into frowned, "Why would she do that?"

Rolling her eyes, Bebe removed the round of pancakes from the griddle. "She was fine until I started the coffee. Which is pretty sad when you consider how much Wendy loves the smell of coffee…"

"Well, caffeine isn't good for pregnant women or unborn babies, so it's not that big of a deal." Kyle shrugged as he tried to take a sip of his coffee only to have Stan rip it from his hands and pour it down the sink. "Hey!"

"If the smell makes her sick, we'll just have to get our coffee elsewhere until she can deal with it again." Stan's eyes flashed a bit, and Kyle sighed. He had told Wendy that Stan would be the protective father, and he was pretty sure that was already happening.

"You don't have to do that, but thanks, hun." Wendy, pale but smiling gave Stan a kiss on his cheek and then moved to sit at the island. "Sorry about your coffee, Kyle. Seriously, I'm not going to ask you guys to change everything for me. Drink coffee. Drink the real stuff. I'll figure out a different way to become human in the mornings."

Bebe grinned over at her as she flipped the last of the pancakes, "Oh, I know how to make you human." She waggled her eyebrows, and Wendy chuckled.

"Mmm… that might just work." She winked at her girlfriend and smiled to Kyle as he set a glass of water in front of her. Wendy took a sip of it, sighing softly as she realized that vomiting had dehydrated her a bit.

"Um… so… I've changed my mind."

Three people froze and turned to stare at her. Bebe blurting out, "Was it that bad? I mean, I know vomiting is no fun. And it's your choice but…"

Wendy's chuckle cut her off, "Not about that, love. Gods, is that what you were all thinking?" Stan and Kyle smirked as they nodded a bit sheepishly. "Idiots, the bunch of you. Idiots that I love, but still, complete idiots."

"Hey!" Kyle squeezed her shoulder, "I'm smarter than you remember?"

"Yeah… whatever. Anyway." She rolled her eyes, "Next time I need help, remind me not to appeal to your ego since you bring it up twelve years later. Anyway. I meant about telling our families. We should tell all of our families."

Kyle beamed, "That's great! We can call Ike after breakfast. And Shelley tonight?" Stan nodded, also smiling. "But what about Kenny and Cartman. It's not fair that we don't tell them."

"I said our families, Kyle." Wendy took another drink of water, her voice rather tired, though Bebe wasn't sure if that was from the idea of having another argument with Kyle or the ordeal with the toilet she'd just gotten through.

"Wendy! That's not fair. Cartman and Kenny are as much family as anyone else, and they are the Uncles that are actually here!" Kyle's voice was calm, ever the debater, but the passion in his voice was there if one knew how to listen for it.

Wendy looked at him, "You know, 'that's not fair' is a very poor argument. Having said that. I will repeat. I said our families."

Bebe and Stan exchanged glances, both rather confused.

"Wendy, listen, you can't keep controlling everything. We're four co-parents, not Wendy and her three assistants." Kyle's hands were balled into fists, he would not do anything, but the pressure relieved some of his internal pressure.

The giggle from Wendy surprised everyone, "Yes, dear. That's why I made this decision. It was not fair of me to dictate the other night. But you're not listening, or you're assuming you have a better definition of family than I do. I said our families. That includes Kenny and Cartman." She stood and kissed his cheek before moving to pour herself some more water, "Idiot."

Both Bebe and Stan exploded into laughter, Bebe carrying the platter of pancakes over to the table while Stan got out plates and forks.

"Love, I think that makes Wendy-1, you-0. But that was cute." Stan bumped Kyle's hip with his own, winking at the flushing, but amused boy. "I love it when your face matches your hair."

"Shut up, Stan. Wendy, you're evil. I love you, but you're pure evil." Kyle had begun to smile, shaking his head.

"You're the one who made the assumption and ran with it, hun. But I agree with Stan. That was kinda cute."

Kenny and Cartman had been shocked at the news, with Kenny going so far as to fake a heart attack. After the obligatory "Oh my God! We killed Kenny!" "We're bastards!" from Stan and Kyle, Cartman helped his boyfriend up, and the group of six settled in with ice cream—soy for the girls—and popcorn.

Kenny grinned up from his bowl of ice cream, "You know… you guys aren't bastards. The kid on the other hand…" He winked and hid slightly behind Cartman's muscular bulk as Wendy glared at him and Bebe chunked a pillow at his head. He did not, however, duck the punch on the arm from Stan.

"Seriously…" Cartman looked between the other two couples, wrapping an arm protectively around Kenny's shoulder. "I mean… in like ten years, when the kid asks how he exists, what are you going to tell the brat? I know that might seem kind of far off, but… dude that kind of shit can mess with one's head."

"Do you really think that's going to matter? She…" Bebe put emphasis on the pronoun, looking at Cartman meaningfully for a moment as if to make a point. "She will have two mothers and two fathers, not to mention her uncles. I mean, doesn't that make her situation entirely different from yours?"

Cartman shrugged, "Perhaps some. Ok, no a lot. And quite frankly, I love my mom, but you are all going to make much better parents than she did. But… look, boy or girl, the kid is still going to be different. He or she," He smirked at Bebe, "has two set of same-sexed parents, and a pair of same-sexed godfathers."

Wendy laughed, "Nice, Eric. But remember, the biological parents? Atheist and Jew. Not sure the kid will have godparents."

"Aww! Wendy! Do you really hate the smurfs that much?"

Kenny rolled his eyes, "We're fine being Uncles. Dumbass."

Bebe chuckled, "Don't worry, Eric, in five years, if we have a second one, we'll totally name you and Kenny godfathers. Won't we, Stan?"

Smirking, Stan shook his head, "Dude, this one is still like…. a bundle of undifferentiated stem-cells. One at a time."

Everyone turned to stare at Stan for a moment, Kyle raising an eyebrow.

"What? I can know stuff. I got into Harvard, too. Remember? I might not have the 4.0 of the super brains here, but I'm gunning for a Magna cum Laude at the least." Seeing Bebe bite her lip, he sighed, "All right, all right, I had Bebe brief me on the developmental stages. But I'm still smart enough to understand it. Assholes."

Pulling Stan closer to him, Kyle kissed his cheek, "You're not a dork, but sweet of you to try. And no one ever thought you were dumb, dear."

"Well…there was that one time when I developed breasts before the other girls. Then I pretty much thought you were all dumb." She waggled her eyebrows, "Even a certain brunette girl…"

"Shut up, love. Or we'll talk about shoes… Sparkle?" Wendy's eyes held amusement even as she shook her empty spoon at her lover.

"Sunshine!"

Cartman rolled his eyes and used his spoon to steal a bit from Kenny's bowl. "This is why I'm so very glad I turned out to be gay."

"What, Cartman? Shoes don't 'sparkle' with you? You forget, we all went down to the club in July… 'Ms Kitty'." Kyle grinned as he teased his friend, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Kenny made a purring sound, "I like Ms Kitty, thank you very much. Even if she's a bit buffer than I usually like my women."

"I hate you all." Cartman made his point by stealing more of Kenny's ice cream. "So… have you guys thought of names yet?"

Wendy shook her head but her "No" died on her lips when Bebe started listing off names.

"I thought about Katherine, cause it's Wendy's middle name. And it's just a beautiful name. But I like Michelle too. Or Dawn. And Hope, I like Hope, because, well… I mean… she's kind of like a little bit of Hope bursting out of a really sucky situation." She took a deep breath, "I liked Cassandra too, but we really shouldn't name our little girl after the Greek Cassandra… I mean, I want her to have some popularity!"

Wendy simply blinked at her girlfriend, while Stan laughed, and Kyle cut in before Bebe could continue. "Hun… I think you broke the future president." He turned back to Cartman, "I suppose one of us has…"

Bebe blushed slightly at the way that Wendy was looking at her, "Sorry, Wends…" She kissed her softly, "I'm just excited."

"Can tell…" Wendy chuckled after the kiss, nuzzling into her. "Can't say I mind that. But… we have lots and lots of time to think of names yet… kay?"

"All right." Bebe shrugged, and no one believed that she was really going to stop coming up with names any time soon.

Kenny smirked, "What about 'Surprise Testaburger'?"

"OOOOH! I've got it! Adolph Stalin Broflovski."

Wendy sighed, while Kyle glared at the two.