Wendy tilted her head as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The dress still fit; in fact, she looked quite beautiful, at least in her own opinion, in the black and silver sheath, but it was a form fitting enough dress that it was visible.
She turned to the side and sighed. There it was, clear as a day—a baby bump.
Bebe was getting ready in the bathroom. While Wendy could not understand how her girlfriend could spend so much time getting ready—or why she needed to do so!—she knew that it was important to her. It made Bebe feel more beautiful and sexy, and Wendy could not and would not argue with that.
She glanced towards the door. How upset would Bebe if she begged out of going to the Winter Formal tonight? Wendy shook her head at the mere thought of that. Bebe enjoyed formals and dancing far too much, and if Wendy said she wasn't feeling up to it, Bebe would probably remain home with her. Besides, while she tried to steer the Student Government to other functions, she still had an obligation to attend these functions.
And the entire school would find out that she was pregnant. Until then, they'd kept the number limited—closest friends, a dean, the coach, that was it. After tonight, the whole school would know. Usually, Wendy could care less what others thought, but this terrified her.
She moved to the bed and sat, dropping her head into her hands and whimpering. For just one moment she wished she had let Bebe talk her into a new dress, something that could have hidden the Baby Bump.
That's how Bebe found her. Wendy's hair was done simply but beautifully, her make-up simple and very Wendy, allowing her natural beauty through, but she was crumpled on the bed, her elbows resting on her legs with her hands cradling her face.
"Baby? Wends? What's wrong?" Bebe moved to her girlfriend and gingerly—so as not to rip her own red gown—knelt before her. "Sweetie? Are you not feeling well?" She gently pulled her girlfriend's hands down and looked into her eyes.
Wendy sighed and shook her head, "No… I'm fine. I'm just… I'm just…" She forced herself to smile. "I'm fine, and you look beautiful by the way. Though you always do."
"I know, but flattering me is not going to distract me from whatever's going on with you. What is it?" Bebe cupped Wendy's cheek gently in her own hand.
With another sigh Wendy stood, Bebe rising with her, and moved to stand in front of the mirror. She gestured towards her reflection. "You might think it's silly…but…that…"
Bebe frowned and tilted her head, looking between her girlfriend and the mirror, "I don't know what...oh!" She laughed slightly and moved behind Wendy, "You're right, it is silly." She wrapped her arms around her and held her closely. "I find the Baby Bump to be sexy."
"Because you're the only one who ever sees it! This…" Wendy gestured at the image in the mirror, "this is going to tell everyone that I'm pregnant. That I had sex with someone other than you. And they're going to wonder how you stay with someone who cheated on you. And they'll probably wonder if it wasn't Stan…I just…I don't think I can do this. Go without me, please?" She did not move out of Bebe's arms or turn to look at her, but rather looked into the blonde's reflected eyes.
"Nope. You're coming. And since when do you care what people think of you? You're Wendy Testaburger!" Bebe leaned down slightly and kissed right behind Wendy's right ear, knowing that was a particularly sensitive spot for the brunette. "And you have us. If anyone says anything, or even looks at you funny, we'll protect you."
Wendy opened her mouth to protest, but Bebe's hand came up and gently covered her mouth. "Hush…right now, you do need a bit of protection and that's ok. Let us? We can't really do the whole big physical part that you have in this. So let us participate by protecting you."
"All right." Wendy's words were softly spoken, but she smiled a bit, and Bebe could feel her relax in her arms.
Stan had his arms wrapped around his partner as they waited for the girls, trying not to comment on how it was seeming to take longer than normal for them to get ready. He decided not to worry about that and leaned his head against Kyle, nuzzling the barely controlled red curls.
"Hmm… think they're having sex?" Kyle's voice was suggestive, and Stan was about ready to affirm that's what they were doing and so they should take advantage of the time and do the same.
However, before he could, two lovely women descended the steps, and Stan felt himself blush as his earlier thoughts as the vision of two very lovely lesbians affected him quite fully.
Kyle rolled his eyes and whispered, "I hope at least some of that is directed at me…"
Stan laughed, long past being embarrassed that the girls sometimes aroused him, and squeezed Kyle closer. "If it helps, before they came down, I was already thinking about jumping you."
Kyle nodded, "Yep, it helps." He turned and softly kissed his boyfriend before turning his attention back to the girls.
"Everything ok? I thought I'd figured out the science of how long it takes Bebe to get ready." His green eyes danced with amusement as he listened to Stan whispering very non-sexual things to himself in an attempt to get his physical reaction under control.
Bebe rolled her eyes and came the rest of the way downstairs, holding Wendy's hand, though the other woman seemed to walk behind her. Kyle frowned at that, Wendy never walked behind—unless Bebe was dragging her shopping. "Yeah, and it was not me that held us up, thank you very much."
"Sure, Beebes. You expect us to believe that Wendy spent an extra bit of time primping in the mirror?" Stan, back in control of himself, laughed and shook his head.
"I wasn't primping, but…um…it was me." Wendy smiled, and even Stan noticed that the smile was a bit off.
He moved from behind Kyle and looked at the other than back to the girls, "Are you not feeling well? We don't have to go tonight. Honestly, the four of us have been to enough dances that missing one won't kill any of us." The look he shot Bebe was meaningful, and he was irritated that the blonde girl shrugged it off.
"She's being silly." Bebe smiled fondly to her girlfriend and stepped to the side, not allowing her to hide any longer. "And I refuse to allow her need to over think everything keep us all," Stan saw that she squeezed Wendy's hand, "from having a good time."
"Oh…well, if it's just that one of our nerds can't get out of her own head, I agree. You both look stunning, by the way." Stan smiled to them, "We should go before we miss our reservation."
Kyle smirked, "You both look so stunning that, if my boyfriend is any indication, any boy who likes girls at all will be fantasizing about you both all night long."
Wendy bit her lip and shook her head, "I don't think so. Not tonight."
Everyone stopped, as that was not her normal response to that kind of allusion. The first time it had been revealed that Stan was still very much into girls and found the idea of her making out with Bebe quite arousing, Wendy had been a bit disturbed, though she'd gotten over it fairly quickly. Now she usually teased him about it.
Bebe shook her head and moved to the closet to get their coats, "Wendy, stop it. I love you, but stop it."
Stan wrinkled his brow in confusion and turned to Kyle to make sense of what was going on.
Kyle simply stepped forward and hugged Wendy, "It's not that noticeable. You're just a bit more aware of it and so it seems that way to you. Relax."
"I don't know if I'm going to hate you, if you get through to her when I couldn't, or love you, Kyle." Bebe sighed and offered Wendy her coat having already put her own on.
Sometimes Stan wondered if he'd be a better part of the group mindmeld if he were strictly gay like Kyle. Though even that label did not fit his boyfriend completely. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "What am I missing this time?"
Wendy broke from Kyle's hug and looked at Stan, "You don't see it? Really?"
Kyle smirked as he glanced to Bebe, "And if it's Stan's cluelessness?"
"I'm good with that." Bebe winked, chuckling and still holding Wendy's coat.
"See what? What I see are two beautiful women, one of whom has, apparently, suddenly developed weird self-esteem issues…and needs to get over that by the way, and a gorgeous man. And that if we're much later, they may not hold our reservation." Stan really hated it when Wendy got overly girly. It simply did not fit with who she was, and he had a surprise planned for dinner that was going to be ruined if her sudden fit of insecurity made them have to eat at McDonald's.
Wendy laughed and hugged him, "Thanks, Stan." She kissed his cheek and took the coat that Bebe was offering her. "Let's go."
Stan sighed and rolled his eyes, "Kyle, I love you. But sometimes I wish I were straight or that it was just the two of us."
"Nah, you don't." Kyle smirked as he took Stan's hand and leaned over to whisper, "Look at her stomach-she's sensitive about the baby bump."
Stan stopped walking for a moment and blinked, looking at Wendy as she buttoned up her coat. "I guess, barely, maybe…you're kidding me, right?"
Wendy grinned, and Bebe rolled her eyes, "Nope… it's definitely there. But I think it's beautiful."
Stan laughed and squeezed his boyfriend's hand, "Never mind, very very glad I'm effectively gay. Can we get going now?"
Dinner was pleasant enough, though Stan could not seem to control the nerves that wracked him during the meal. Kenny and Cartman had joined them, and Stan managed to talk and laugh with the others, shooting down the horribly inappropriate names that they constantly lobbed into the air.
"Ok, seriously, Screwed Both Ways Testaburger doesn't do anything for you, Wendy? It stands in a proud tradition of explaining just how the little one came into being and could be used for a girl or a boy." Cartman made his points with gestures of his fork, a piece of steak impaled on the end.
Wendy smirked, "Does anyone really want to know exactly how they were conceived, Eric?"
"Sure. Besides, I think I would have been a much better kid if my name had been, "Drunken Intersex Orgy Cartman." He grinned, able to mock his own origins and still not knowing who his biological mother was now that he had gained some maturity and humanity.
Kenny smirked, "Yes, but I would so not be doing you if that was your name."
"Couldn't say I'd blame you for that." Bebe was laughing, even as she kept reaching over to place her hand upon Wendy's slightly swollen tummy. "Besides, our baby girl needs a beautiful name. I was thinking Elizabeth."
Wendy rolled her eyes and grabbed her girlfriend's hand, "We have plenty of time to come up with names. It's not like she or he is coming tomorrow."
"Thank goodness for that! We still have to get the nursery ready, baby proof the house, work out sleep schedules; you need to decide if you're going to nurse and if so, are we going to supplement so the rest of us can get to feed the kid too…" Stan would have kept rambling if Kyle hadn't popped a bit of bread into his mouth.
The thankful smile from Wendy aimed at Kyle made Stan blush as he chewed the morsel and mumbled an apology.
Kenny smirked, "So, are you two over compensating? I mean, I'm sorry if this is all insensitive, but the two of you seem a touch more excited about baby oops there than the biological parents."
Bebe glared at Kenny, "That does not sparkle, hun."
Wendy squeezed Bebe's hand and smiled to Kenny. "We're all excited. I think it's less any fascinating dynamic and more just personality differences. I really wouldn't read too much into it."
Cartman smirked, "Fair enough. Wendy, I hope you know that you positively glow. I know what you said earlier, but honestly," He shook his head, "Anyone who sees you and is crass enough to be an idiot is about as bright as I was as a kid. It's quite clear that the four of you are in this together, and are happy about it."
"Thanks." She smiled across the table to the boy who had once been a sworn enemy.
Bebe grumbled, "You know, it'd be nice if you'd listen to things like that when I say them…"
With a chuckle, Wendy leaned over and kissed Bebe's cheek. "Sorry, love. I did listen to you, but you kind of have to say those things you know."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." She nuzzled against her for a moment, "Love you, too."
Stan laughed and Kyle reached over to grab his hand. "So… what's going on with you? You've been acting kind of nervous all night."
"Um…" Stan blushed slightly. "I kind of wanted to wait until dessert."
Bebe raised an eyebrow, "Dude, you start off with that, then you totally have to tell. What's going on."
Stan sighed and stood, turning to Kyle as he still held his hand. "Kyle. I get that we're young, but I'm totally committed to you, and yes, with the baby coming, I want to make it official. But it's not just about the baby. I want to wake up next to you, with your tangled red curls in my face every morning. I guess what I'm saying is that I've learned something about myself over the past few years, and that's that I really do love you. And I know we're just barely adults, and that we've still got some growing to do, but I want to do that together." He dropped to one knee, "So… Kyle Broflovski, will you marry me?"
Kyle was blushing as red as his hair, but he nodded, smiling. "Of course, Dude." He pulled the other boy—his fiancé!—up and kissed him, trying to ignore the applause at the table.
Cartman smiled as he danced with Kenny. As the taller and larger of the two, he tended to lead when they danced, and Kenny liked to feed people's ideas that Cartman was the "top" and he was the "girl." He would affect a quite convincing feminine personality, which always amused his lover. After all, one of them occasionally enjoyed dressing in drag, and it was not Kenny.
In fact, as he swept Kenny around the dance floor—they'd surprised everyone by taking some ballroom classes together—Cartman's eyes flashed over the full-figured women at the dance.
"Darling, are you planning your next outfit?" Cartman smirked at Kenny's affected voice and looked down at the man in his arms.
"Yeah, actually." He turned slightly so that Kenny could see a beautiful young woman wearing a purple number that was pretty, but not quite right on her. "She's cute in it, but tell me I couldn't rock that dress."
His boyfriend tilted his head slightly, imagining him in it and nodded, "You'd be quite, stunning." Kenny's voice dropped to a whisper. "But despite the fact that I get to lead when you're in drag, I'd be anxious to get you home and rip it off of you."
Cartman waggled his eyebrows in response. It was always nice to know that your lover fully enjoyed your fetish.
As they turned, Cartman caught a glimpse of Wendy and Bebe dancing together. "Think we'll ever want that?" He nodded slightly in the direction of the girls, and Kenny did not have to turn his head to guess what he was referring to.
Kenny shrugged, "I don't know. I think, for now, I'm quite content to enjoy the role of uncle. You know I love you, Eric, but I'm not sure I can see either of us as dads. And I'm ok with that."
"Yeah, we don't need a baby keeping us awake and cock-blocking all the time." He grinned and pulled his partner in for a suggestive kiss as the music ended.
After the kiss, it was Kenny's turn to waggle his eyebrows. "Exactly." For a moment, Cartman saw the promise of some fun flash through his lover's eyes, before he returned to his affectation, "Though for now, come on! I'm dying to try the hors d'oeuvres!"
Laughing, and trying to ignore the stirring in his pants, Cartman allowed Kenny to drag him over to the food table.
"Oh my god! Don't tell me you can't see it. That's so a baby bump." Cartman felt Kenny's hand tighten even as his own spine straightened at those words. Both, very carefully, avoided turning to look at the speaker.
"I suppose it could be, but wouldn't Bebe have left her if she cheated on her? I mean, the woman might be a bit of an airhead, but she is a biology major. She has to know where babies come from!"
Cartman felt his jaw clench, and a glance at Kenny told him that the boy had dropped any pretense and was more than ready to test death again if needed.
"You know, it is entirely possible, that they got pregnant on purpose. I mean, it's shocking sure, but Testaburger isn't the kind to feel like she has to keep a pregnancy."
Cartman heard Kenny's slight release of breath at that. Kelly Simpson might not be their favorite person—she had gotten quite pissed when Bebe took Wendy off the market for good—but she at least had some sense.
"Whatever. For all we know, pregnancy hormones have warped her reasoning abilities. Or, more probably, she realized that she'll never get a man to have sex with her and decided to just keep the little bastard. At least that should knock the mighty pair down a notch. I can't wait to see what happens when Bebe realizes her lover hasn't just gained some weight."
Cartman started to turn around, but felt Kenny's hand tighten again, this time in warning.
"The real question is, who's the father? I honestly always thought if anything broke the foursome up, it'd be Stan and Bebe. But Wendy and Kyle spend a lot of time together. Or is it someone else? Perhaps liberal lesbian girl isn't all she pretends to be, huh?"
They'd both had enough and turned to face the little group of gossipy girls. Except for Kelly, Cartman quickly realized that they were all rich snobby girls who got into Harvard because of mommy or daddy, jealous little busy-bodies who hated that these nobodies from somewhere in Colorado could be successful, happy, or more popular than they were.
"Oh! Girls! Where ever are your guys?" Cartman saw Kelly's smirk, but did not lose his pace. "Don't tell me such heiresses as Delilah Jenkins are at the Winter Formal alone? That's quite scandalous."
Kenny, his arm now slipped around his boyfriend's waist shook his head, "Imagine, that a lesbian managed to get laid by a guy, and you all are sitting here single! What has the world come to?"
Scowls deepened, and Cartman could tell that Kelly was fighting to keep from laughing. He decided to drive the humiliation a little further and turned to one of the most nasty of the group. "Oh! I must get the name of the designer of your dress. Sweetheart, don't you think I'd look just divine in that gown?"
Kenny tilted his head, pretending to imagine the muscular hockey player in the outfit. "I don't know, darling. I think your color has to be more washed out for that color. And you just don't pull off strung out druggie very well."
"Oh well, you're right. Come along, dear. Their gossip is so yesterday." Cartman turned, winking at Kelly who had her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
When they were back at the table they were sharing with the others, they kept the reason for their mirth to themselves. Wendy did not need to know that her fears were confirmed, even if it was by the pettiest group of girls at Harvard. Instead, when Bebe pressed, they said they were just amused at a bit of gossip they'd overheard about Delilah.
When the foursome arrived home, they immediately split off to go to their separate bedrooms. Neither couple cared that they could hear the muffled sounds of the others.
Wendy's lips found Bebe's as soon as they entered their bedroom, but it was Bebe who quickly pressed her partner against the closed door, her fingers making quick work of the zipper on the side of Wendy's dress, even as she felt her girlfriend's fingers undoing the eyehook at the top of her own.
Bebe's lips moved from Wendy's, teasing along her jaw line and to her right earlobe. Wendy groaned as she began to lick and suckle on her earlobe, which was exactly the reaction that the blonde was seeking. "I've wanted you… all night."
Wendy flushed slightly at the words, but her fingers did not fumble as they unzipped Bebe's dress and pushed the cloth down her girlfriend's arms and off her hands, so that the silken material pooled at her feet.
Laughing, Bebe moved her focus down to Wendy's shoulder, sliding the dress off of both shoulders as she went, "I suppose the feeling is mutual then. Good to know I'm not the only one horny tonight."
Moving her hands to her lover's breasts and freeing them from their restraint within the designer and, in her opinion, unnecessary bra, Wendy smirked. "Sweetie, I'm pretty sure there are four horny people in this house tonight." She tilted her head slightly to indicate the soft sounds of moans and the louder crashes coming from down the hall.
"True." Bebe smiled and slid Wendy's dress the rest of the way off of her, stroking the slightly rounded stomach once it was bare. "Gods, you're beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so. Let's see if you still do in seven months when I look like a beached whale." There was no sound of self-pity underneath the teasing in Wendy's voice, but Bebe still stopped for a moment to see if she was missing something. Seeing a smile that reached Wendy's eyes, she decided that it was a simple jest.
"Mmm… you'll still be my Wends and that 'beached whale' look will be our little girl… or boy." She rolled her eyes as she amended her words before Wendy could call her on it. "So, not worried. You'll always sparkle for me."
Wendy couldn't help but laugh, "Sunshine!"
"Good." Bebe grinned as she once again moved to close the inches between them, kissing at the little dip above her breast bone. She moaned softly as Wendy squeezed her breasts and growled as she pressed Wendy harder against the door, careful of her stomach, her hand moving from the softly rounded stomach to her inner thighs.
Groaning, Wendy opened her legs for her girlfriend who moved her hand back up, pulling down the pair of panties she'd been wearing. "Stay right there." The blonde grinned as she kicked her own dress to the side and then dropped to her knees.
She kissed her lover's stomach, trailing kisses along the baby bump. Bebe then took a moment to tongue her lover's belly button, knowing how sensitive it was normally, and wondering if it was even more so now with the pregnancy.
At Wendy's gasp, she knew that it was. She felt the fingers of her girlfriend's right hand grasp her hair as the other hand pounded against the door frame.
She spent a couple of moments torturing the brunette, before she trailed kisses further, to Wendy's clitoris, rolling it with her tongue as a finger delved into the pregnant woman, working in and out, causing the brunette to cry out, as her head lulled back against the door.
"Beebes…"
"Yes, love?" She pulled away from her for a moment to look up at the other girl, finding herself getting even wetter by the expression on Wendy's face.
Wendy opened her eyes and looked down, "Don't stop. Please."
"As you wish, love." She winked to her and resumed what she was doing, adding a second finger to thrust into her as she sucked on her clitoris, running her teeth gently over the bundle of nerves.
She could feel Wendy's muscles tighten around her fingers and knew that she was close. Bebe grinned and hummed, holding the clitoris firmly as she added a third finger, thrusting harder and faster until she felt Wendy's orgasm and wrapped her other arm around her to brace her.
When Wendy's breathing calmed down, Bebe looked up and smiled as she slowly pulled out of her girlfriend and then licked her own fingers.
"Mmm… bed, Beebes, now." Wendy tugged at her girlfriend, "It's very much your turn."
Wendy was not usually one to be defeated by exams. The only other time she remembered having to think in terms of surviving the end of semester tests were Freshman year when she and Bebe had just gotten back together. This was different though. The problem was not concentrating or getting Bebe to understand that the exams were a priority. This time, the problem was in maintaining enough energy to get papers written and studying for the exams themselves.
Fortunately, both she and Kyle shared a few classes, so they frequently studied together—something they'd both started doing during the end of their first semester at Harvard.
She rubbed her forehead as Kyle asked her a question about the application of Beard v. Kindler. Before she could formulate an answer, she heard Kyle snap the book shut and stand up.
Frowning, she looked up at him, "Kyle?" She looked over her shoulder, to see if he had seen something she hadn't.
The red-headed young man smiled and shook his head, "Sorry. Just declaring that it's nap time for you, dear. You're showing all the signs of fatigue."
Wendy sighed, "I'm fine."
"Yes, you are. But you're also exhausted. And you've got the material down cold. You'll be fine on the exam, but only if you're well rested." He grinned and held his hand out to her, "Now come on. I won't have Bebe fussing at me for working you too hard."
She couldn't help but to laugh a bit at that as she accepted his hand. "She would fuss at me, not you."
Kyle smirked, "I would not be so sure of that, hun." Wendy did not yet need help up, but he felt that offering to do so would limit her choices, and was glad that it helped. "Now, you're going to eat and then take a nap."
The brunette huffed at him, "I don't want to take a nap. And don't you dare tell me I sound like a petulant child. I just feel like I'm sleeping too much as it is. So, I'll compromise." She grinned as Kyle raised an eyebrow even as he guided her to the kitchen and directed her to sit at the table. "I'll veg, which is resting, with you, and we'll watch a few episodes of Modern Family."
He rolled his eyes as he turned to fix them both lunch. "All right. I suppose that's doable. Though I find it interesting you chose something that Bebe and Stan will join as soon as they get home…"
Wendy grinned, "Which means they can't complain. And we've seen it before, so I could still wind up falling asleep."
Having gotten the soup started, he moved over to Wendy and leaned down to talk to her stomach, a habit all of them had started. "Hey, kiddo, if you can hear me in there, please do not learn how to manipulate from your mom, ok?"
Smirking, Wendy lightly popped the back of his head. "Asshole."
"Yep." He grinned up to her and moved over to make grilled soy cheese sandwiches.