Ellen greeted the girls warmly as Ryan took their bags up to Wendy's old room. After hugging them both, she lead them to the couch and had them sitting down. "I know you both must be tired." She stepped into the kitchen and emerged shortly with two cups of tea. "Ginger for the Momma-to-Be. I imagine you're still feeling woozy. And, Bebe, Raspberry is your favorite, right?"

She handed the two of them their cups.

"Thanks, Mom." Wendy accepted her cup and began to sip on the tea, relishing the relief that it could offer.

Bebe smirked a bit as she sipped her own. "Wish she'd had that before we got on the plane." She set her cup down and began to rub her girlfriend's back as Wendy glared at her briefly before leaning into her touch.

Nodding, Ellen smiled. "It's all right. I remember taking a couple of flights when I was pregnant. It was Hell. Which was why I tried to convince you all to make the road trip instead."

Bebe chuckled, "Ellen, I love your mild 'I told you so's. They're very non-confrontational."

"Mmm...good. That's exactly how it was meant. This, on the other hand, is meant as a direct motherly order that I expect you both to follow." Seeing that she had both of their attention and that Wendy's eyebrow was raised as she looked at her mother, she continued. "After you finish your tea, I want you to both go upstairs. Sitting may be all you do on a flight, but the dry recycled air, the cramped space-even in first class-is tiring. Doubly so when you're pregnant and having motion sickness." She grinned a bit, "I really don't care if napping is not all you do upstairs, but do get a nap in."

Wendy rolled her eyes as Bebe smirked, "Yes, ma'am. I'll make sure the little momma here gets some rest in."

Ryan, who had come down during Ellen's little speech, laughed, "Bebe, I see two glowing 'little mommas'. And I'll be quite honest, it's a beautiful sight." He moved to wrap an arm around Ellen's waist. "And if you need any tips for how to deal with a pregnant Testaburger, feel free to ask." He winked, "They can be quite a handful."

Ellen playfully slapped him, "Be nice, and don't scare the girls, Grandpa." She smiled over to the two of them, "I know there's a lot of stress right now, so for this visit, we're insisting on being parental. And right now, that means taking care of our girls. And the boys too, though I think the Marshes can handle that." She grinned, "Randy gave me a big hug the other day. If you need anything, let us know. Now, I see teas are finished, so off to bed. And do get some nap in."

Wendy hugged both her parents again as she headed upstairs, "Thanks, Mom, Dad. Love you, too."

Bebe nodded, her arm around Wendy's waist as she ignored the tears that were forming in her eyes, "Thank you."

Stan had gone into the garage to help his father do some cleaning, and had insisted that there was no need for Kyle to help, and the look that he gave him suggested he was more worried about Randy uncovering something embarrassing than anything else. Smirking, Kyle waved him away and settled in to play the old Guitar Hero some.

He'd gotten through a couple of songs when Sharon came into the living room. "Kyle, can we talk for a minute?"

Frowning a bit, he looked up at her as he paused the game. "Um...sure. Is everything ok?"

"Not really, but it's not your fault either." She smiled a bit as she placed some cookies on the coffee table. "Sugar free."

"Um, thanks. So... what's up?" He reached to grab a cookie, hoping that Mrs. Marsh wasn't about to tell him that she really did not approve of his relationship with her son or that she thought the baby was a bad idea.

Sharon smiled gently, "I realize this is none of my business, but I'm going to try anyway. Talk to your mom."

Kyle turned slightly to look at the woman more fully. Of all the parents in South Park, she was definitely among the more reasonable, perhaps even rivaling Ellen and Ryan. However, the last thing that he had expected from her was an order to make nice to his mother. "No offense, Mrs. Marsh, but you're right. That is not any of your business."

She nodded, "I know, and I think I could probably guess why you're upset, but that would be overstepping my bounds. However, I'm not going to let this go Kyle. Ever since you were a baby, you've been over here almost as much as at your own house. Even before you were my future son-in-law, you were a second son to me. I'm not going to tell you that you're wrong to be angry, but it is the holidays. And you should spend them with your whole family." After a moment she smiled again, "And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Sharon."

Closing his eyes, Kyle took a deep breath. "I will be spending the holidays with my family. Just...I really don't want to see her right now."

"I understand that. But, trust me, it'd be better to resolve the issue before the baby's here."

He shook his head, "You don't understand. What she said...I think I'd rather she be upset that I was gay for religious reasons than this..."

"Oh," Sharon laughed, "I understand, hun. I know your mother better than you might think. I know how she can be. I also know that, usually, it comes out of a good place." When Kyle simply raised an eyebrow at her in skepticism, she smirked, "Your mother and I were...well, I suppose the closest comparison would be to say that we were the Bebe and Wendy of our generation. Still are, actually. So trust me, I know her. And I know that right now she's confused and not sure what she did wrong, and maybe not even able to admit she did anything wrong-trust me, woman's stubborn. But she loves you."

Kyle simply stared at the woman in front of him as he felt as if his brain were going to break. "You? And...my mom?"

"Yeah." Sharon shrugged a bit.

"Does...um...do...Dad and Randy know?"

"Everyone knows, Kyle. I'm kind of surprised you didn't."

He closed his eyes again, trying to get the image out of his head. "And...they're...ok with it?"

"Why wouldn't they..." Sharon interrupted herself, laughing, "Kyle, you do know that two people can love each other, can be close, and it not be a sexual relationship right? Or even romantic?"

Opening his eyes he stared at her, confused, "Huh?"

"Your mother and I aren't lovers. It is possible to be...what did you and Stan used to call it? Super Best Friends? And there be no romantic feelings, no sex."

Kyle felt his face heat as blushed, feeling like a complete idiot. "Oh. Right. Of course."

Sharon stood, rolling her eyes as she patted the now very red boy on his head, ruffling his barely controlled curls, "Talk to her, Kyle." She shook her head as she left him alone, "It's good to see that you are still a kid."

Stan would never be able to understand his father's sense of organization. Somehow, Randy Marsh always knew where to find things, but they were normally in places no one would ever think to look. Which was why he was surprised when his father pulled out a disc from a toolbox and grinned.

"Oh! Perfect." He stood and looked around. "I'd say we made enough of an improvement in here that your mother will be satisfied." He nodded towards the house, "And we have to watch this."

Frowning, Stan stood from the junk he'd been sorting and looked at his father, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Do I even want to know what that is?"

Randy simply smiled, "Hmm...I think I'll let you see. You should call the girls and Kenny and Eric over though. They'll want to see it to."

Wendy tilted her head when she saw Kyle as Bebe asked, "So...what was it that we just had to see?" There was amusement in the blonde's voice, which was answered by Mr. Marsh shaking his head.

"Not until everyone's here, Bebe." He grinned, "I'm going to go pop some popcorn. This should be good."

Stan simply shrugged as the girls settled in on the couch beside himself and Kyle. "I have no idea. Knowing dad, it'll either be amusing or annoying."

"Or both?"

"Or both." Stan chuckled. "It's probably just some stupidly embarrassing home video that he got converted to DVD. Probably me bathing naked as a baby or playing nice with Shelly or something." He grinned. "Regardless, it could be fun."

"Let's just hope it's not traumatizing. I don't think I could take any more of that from your parents today." Kyle groaned and rested his forehead against his partner's shoulder.

Gently running his fingers through the red hair, Stan frowned a bit, "I wish you'd at least tell me what she said that has you so upset. Mom's usually not like that."

"Ugh, it wasn't what she said, it's where I went with it. And you do not want to know." He peeked up at his fiance and smiled a bit, "Trust me, you don't want to know, or I doubt either of us will ever be able to have sex again."

Wendy's eyebrow raised further as she leaned against Bebe, "Um, Kyle, now I have to know what happened."

He glared at her, but when Stan started laughing he mouthed, "later" to her, causing her to smirk slightly.

When Stan was able to breath again, he looked over at the girls. "How are you doing, Wendy? You looked fairly pale when we got off the plane."

She blushed a bit, "Hmmm...I'm better. Got some sleep, some anti-nausea remedy, and..." she shrugged a bit, letting the 'and' hang.

Bebe, however, had other ideas, "And sexins." She winked as Stan blushed and Kyle groaned.

"Beebes, really? Was that necessary?" Kyle sighed as his boyfriend tried not to think about the girls.

"Hey, it's not my fault that still gets your boy bothered. I just find it amusing."

"Oo, who are we bothering? Stan or Kyle? Count me in for either." Cartman was smirking as he came into the house with Kenny.

"Not to judge, dude, but it's really hard to take your BS seriously when you've still got a bit of eyeliner."

Stan pouted, "We've been back in South Park for like five hours. And we're the only ones who've not had sex?" He turned to look at Kyle who shrugged.

"Let's see, your dad insisted on showing us his new computer and home theater and then drug you into the garage."

"And Mom traumatized you. Still. Not fair."

"Aw, poor Stanny-pooh." Kenny simply rolled his eyes as Cartman continued teasing.

"So...why are we over here? We were kind of in the middle of something."

Smirking Stan shrugged, "I don't know, but I feel better now!"

"You're here to see a video I found." Randy entered the room balancing four bowls of popcorn. He handed the smallest bowl to the girls, "Fake stuff for you two, and real stuff for us men." He handed Kyle and Kenny a bowl each as he sat down. "Though I think I'll have more fun watching you guys."

There was silence as the six college students stared at him, before Stan finally said, "Um, Dad...are you going to put it in?"

"OH! Yeah, of course. Sorry, anticipation." He stood up and popped the disc in, chortling to himself the whole time.

Stan laughed as he wrapped his arms around Kyle's waist, softly singing "Finger Bang" into his partner's ear.

Kyle rolled over, smirking as he did so, "You realize that song is much more appropriate for Wendy and Bebe, right?" He chuckled, "We should be careful of that disc, by the way. Wendy might kill us all if we cost her her future presidency."

"Oh, I think it'd make her more popular. But, not really wanting to talk about the girls tonight." He grinned as he traced kisses along Kyle's jaw as his hand moved to the other's taught stomach.

"Stan..." Kyle shook his head, "Not tonight."

The Quarterback pouted. "Was it really that bad?"

"Yeah... it really was." He grinned up to him, "Hopefully, I'll sleep it off and make it up to you tomorrow."

Stan groaned a bit as he nuzzled into Kyle's shoulder, "Fine." He was silent for a moment, though not angry. "All right, I know I'm going to regret this, but call it morbid curiosity...what exactly happened?"

Kyle wrinkled his nose, "Do you ever want to have sex again?"

"Duh, but if you can sleep it off, so can I. C'mon, dude. Spill."

Shrugging, Kyle sighed, "Sharon said that she and Mom were the Wendy and Bebe of their generation."

"Dude! I don't want to know about our mother's going down on each other!" Stan shuddered, "That's just gross."

"And yet, the thought of Wendy and Bebe turns you on..." Kyle couldn't help but tease, a smirk on his expression at his boyfriend's reaction. "And I did tell you it was bad."

"Hot girls our own age are...well...hot. Even older than us could be hot. But, newsflash, neither of our mothers are MILFs. And even if they were, they're our moms. That's just...ugh." He sighed as he held to Kyle, "I can see how that'd definitely be a boner-killer."

"The worst part is that she just meant they were best friends. It's our puerile minds that turned it into sex." Kyle shrugged again, as Stan started rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Damnit..."

"Yep. Though, to be honest, in our group, most best friends have also become lovers. It's easy to forget that's not the default setting." Kyle kissed Stan softly, "Now, let's sleep and hope that we can make up for today tomorrow. If your parents will stop cockblocking."

Bebe slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Wendy. The brunette mumbled something, but was able to roll over and continue her sleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, Bebe grabbed her clothes and moved to the bathroom. Not only did she not want to deal with her girlfriend waking up and not letting Bebe help her when the morning sickness would inevitably hit, but she needed to slip out to the mall without her.

She quickly showered and dressed, something she knew the others would not entirely believe possible, despite the fact she did it regularly, and then quietly headed downstairs.

"Morning, Bebe." She turned to see Ellen sipping her coffee, her legs curled up under her in a way quite reminiscent of Wendy. "I take it Wendy is still asleep?"

The blonde nodded, smiling. "Is there more coffee? And..." She put on her best asking for something smiled, "Could I borrow the car? I need to go shopping without Wendy for a bit, and thought before she woke up would be the best time."

Ellen chuckled and tossed her the keys. "Figured you might need them. And yes, coffee's in the kitchen."

Grinning Bebe moved to her second mother and kissed her cheek, "Thanks! You're welcome to come, too. If you didn't have anything planned. I mean, it's your car and all."

"Thank you, Bebe, but I do have plans." She gently hugged the young woman.

Heading to the kitchen, Bebe poured herself a cup of coffee with a bit of cream and sugar, allowing herself a few minutes to enjoy it. She knew Wendy, and knew that with the pregnancy and recovering from exams, she had a bit of time before she'd rouse herself. The larger problem was trying to decide what to get for her. She did not want to get maternity clothing or anything for the baby. Nor did she want to get anything particularly academic or nerdy. Sipping her coffee, she found herself struggling to come up with a few ideas before she went out.

Bebe was still contemplating her purchase when she heard her name called. Turning, she felt her legs tackled by an adorable bundle of blond energy. She blinked and smiled as she knelt and gathered Angela into her arms. "Hey, kiddo"

"I miss you!" The not quite five year old looked up at her big sister, her lips trembling slightly, and Bebe pulled her closer.

"I'm sorry, Ang." She felt tears run down her own cheek as she felt a hand in her hair.

"Hush, it's not your fault." Opening her eyes, she saw her father standing there. "Come, a little birdy said this would be a good time to run into you." He picked up her bags, smiling, "And I thought you probably wanted to see Angela as much as she wanted to see you."

Nodding, Bebe stood, picking up her kid sister as she did so. "Thanks. But um..." She looked around slightly frantically.

"She's at home, Bebe, relax. I know you're not ready to see her, and I understand." He kissed his daughter's forehead and then lead her over to the food court. "Too early for lunch, but how about cinnamon rolls?"

Angela let out a squeal in Bebe's ear, though she only chuckled, "I doubt they have vegan rolls, but you guys go ahead."

Paul snorted, "Sweetie, you'd be surprised. I doubt it's all contributed to your Wendy, but you'd be surprised." He grinned over to his daughters, leading them to the small shop that served cinnamon rolls and other various pastries. "I'd like one regular, one kid's sized, and one vegan roll."

Bebe blinked, "You're kidding me." She turned to stare at her father who smirked.

"They also have gluten free, sugar free, and, during the appropriate Holy Days, unleavened." Paul was laughing slightly as he explained the options that the shop carried. "And my understanding is, that they're about to expand."

Shaking her head in wonder, Bebe couldn't help but smile as she realized that the light paper bag the cinnamon roll was handed to her in had a recycling symbol on it. "I better not let Wendy meet whoever did this. She might fall in love." Carrying the three rolls and Ang, she moved over to a table.

The little girl giggled as she was sat down and grabbed up her roll. "Wen's already in love with you, Bebe!"

"Yes, she is." She kissed her sister's forehead, hoping that their child would be as sweet, though vaguely remembering that Angela could also be a brat at times.

It was Paul who grinned, "Well, I don't think Randy'd like that too much. Besides, Wendy better not go breaking your heart."

Taking a bite out of her roll, she turned to stare at her father, "Wait... Randy..." She looked around the small shop, "You're saying this is Sharon's?"

"Mm-hmm. And Angela was quite the willing little guinea pig too." He reached over and tickled his younger daughter's stomach, as she giggled.

Wendy was used to waking up alone, especially on days which there were no classes. Since she'd realized she was pregnant, Bebe made even more of a point to not wake her up when she got out of bed in the morning for practice or a morning jog. Looking at the clock, the red numbers of which were telling her it was after ten, she got up with no complaint.

Once she was showered and dressed, she moved downstairs, stopping when she realized that her mother was on the phone. Wendy frowned as she caught her mother's side of the conversation.

"I'm not forcing anything on you or trying to turn your family against you. I'm simply extending an invitation. We would love to have you join us for Christmas."

Wendy frowned, wondering to whom her mother could possibly be talking.

"Andrea, I'm telling you what I told Paul. We would be glad to have you. However, yes, if you hurt any of my family-and like it or not that includes your Bebe and the boys-then I will have to ask you to leave." Wendy heard Ellen sigh, "I'm sorry that you feel that way, and I'm not asking you to approve, just to be civil so that everyone can have a good Christmas."

There was silence for a moment, and Wendy could just imagine that Bebe's mother was yelling through the phone. Finally, Ellen spoke again. "Andrea, I'm trying to give you a chance here, but you need to realize that the only person turning your family against you is yourself. I know Bebe wants her mother in her life, but if you continue to actively disapprove of her relationship with Wendy, of the family that they have already formed, you're going to be the one to have to deal with the consequences. I hope you choose to come to Christmas."

Wendy came the rest of the way down the steps and watched as her mother hung up the phone with a sigh and a shake of the head before looking to see her, "I'm going to assume you heard most of that. I'm sorry."

Shaking her own head, Wendy smiled as she moved to her mother, "You tried, Mom, and that's all you can do." She hugged her, kissing her cheek. "You know we all love you right?"

Nodding, Ellen kissed her daughter's cheek, "I still cannot believe I'm going to be a grandma. All right, let's see what we can get in you that baby won't make you reject."

The young woman could not help but grin as she followed her mother into the kitchen, though she realized she had expected to see her girlfriend by now. "Um, where's Bebe?"

"She went shopping." Ellen looked through the cabinets before settling on oatmeal. Beginning the water for that, she also started to brew some ginger tea.

"Without me?" Wendy frowned. Bebe usually drug her along for shopping, though she'd allowed the boys and Wendy to join her and Cartman for Black Friday late this year, due to the pregnancy.

Looking at her daughter, the City Manager chuckled, "Yes, baby. There are occasions when a woman needs to shop without her lover nearby. Do you need me to run you in for a similar trip?"

Wendy shook her head, "No, I've had Bebe's gift for a while."

"Good." Ellen sat down opposite her daughter, "Have you been taking care of yourself? Eating right, getting your vitamins?"

"Between Bebe, Stan, and Kyle? I couldn't not if I wanted to." She reached over and patted her mother's hand, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm taking care of myself, and if I fail to do so the others jump in quickly. I'm fine."

"And are you really ok with this?"

"Yeah." Wendy smiled. "There are times it's difficult. Kind of annoying when people look at me funny in class, but it's fine. I know it changes things. Probably what scares me the most is the fact that I know I can't fully know what to expect." She sighed, "And I'm worried about Bebe. She's so very excited, but every now and then, there's this look in her eyes, and I wonder if she's not the tiniest bit jealous."

"Probably." Ellen nodded, "just don't stop talking. And don't suddenly let the baby become everything. You still have your own relationship, your own lives. Don't let the baby or the pregnancy define you." She turned her hand to squeeze Wendy's and then stood, pouring a cup of ginger tea and preparing the oatmeal. "How were your classes?"

"Good. I managed to maintain the 4.0, and registered for next semester's classes. I've decided to wait until June for the GRE though."

"All right, before we get back to the girls or parents," Stan grinned at Ike as he put the teen's bags into the trunk. "Give us the real scoop? How many hot girls did you impress with your genius?"

Kyle rolled his eyes at his fiance. "So glad I'm marrying an adult."

"Ignore him, he's just still sore at my parents." Stan smirked, closing the trunk and moving to the driver's seat. "All right, Ike. Spill."

Ike laughed as he climbed into the back seat. "Well, there are no little British babies for me to go back to." The younger Broflovski ignored the gesture his older brother shot him from the front seat. "But there were a couple of girls." He grinned a bit as he glanced out the window.

"Oh?" Stan wraggled an eyebrow at Kyle as they pulled out of the parking space and began to navigate through the garage.

"Yeah." He shrugged a bit. "I mean, I'm still a bit of a freak there, having already graduated, but it didn't seem to be as much of a problem. I had a few dates."

Kyle smirked slightly but didn't push him for any further information. England had done well by his little brother. Ike had never lacked for confidence, but being so much younger than the rest of the people in his grade had held him back socially. Now, after a year and a half in England, he seemed to have grown, become more comfortable.

Stan, however, was not content to let the matter drop. "Anyone special? Or just some ass?" Both ignored Kyle's groan.

"There's...a girl." Ike shrugged. "We're going to try to stay in touch, but we'll see."

"Wait." Kyle turned to look at his brother, "You're not sure you can stay in touch over the holidays?"

"Oh...well, I'm not going back until next fall when I start at Oxford."

Frowning, Kyle turned back around, "Dude, what?"

"I wanna be here for the baby. And I got offered an internship at Rose-Dabney." He shrugged, "I figured it was a good chance to see if Physics is really what I want, and if not, I can reexamine my options."

"You realize that means you're close enough for Wendy to try to convince you to buy into the Plan?" Stan grinned, glancing over at Kyle who chuckled.

Ike smirked, "She can try, but she's probably better off if I don't. She's already in danger of being accused of cronyism and nepotism if she's not careful anyway. To change the subject, are you going to be avoiding Mom for all of Channuka?"

"I don't know."

Kyle sighed when the car pulled up in front of Barflovski house. Neither of the other boys said anything as they got out and Stan helped Ike to get his luggage. Taking a deep breath, the red-haired boy got out of the car and grabbed a couple of the bags, following the other two toward the house. He tried to ignore the exchanged smile between his partner and younger brother.

When he entered the house, he ignored Sheila, who stopped fussing over Ike long enough to smile at him and offer an attempted "Bubie," and headed up the stairs to put the luggage in Ike's room. Placing the bags down, he turned around, surprised to see not Stan but Gerald.

"Hey." He offered his dad a smile, feeling rather bashful.

"Kyle, I understand why you're angry. And your mom feels really bad about what she said." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "It's been hard on her, and I realize that her hopes aren't your responsibility, especially when they are unfair to you, but I'd appreciate it if you'd try to understand where she's coming from."

"I'm trying, Dad. I am."

"Thanks." Gerald nodded and headed back downstairs. After another deep breath, Kyle followed his father.

"Bubie..." Sheila stood from the couch where she'd sat with Ike and Stan, "I'm..." The four men all looked at her expectantly as silence settled over the room. "I'm sorry. To you and to Ike." She turned back to her younger son who simply nodded. "I guess I owe you an apology, too, Stanley." A gracious smile was her answer before she turned her attention back to Kyle.

"I know, Mom. I can't say it's ok, or that it's easy to accept, but we are family." He offered her a small smile. "We'll get through this."

"Thank you, Bubie. Will you be joining us for Channuka tomorrow night?"

Kyle looked to Stan and then to his mother, "Are all of us invited?"

Sheila frowned slightly, causing Kyle to sigh in aggravation. Before he could protest she spoke, "I'll have to figure out what to make that the girls can eat, but yes."

Stan chuckled as Kyle stammered, "Wait...you...really?"

"Really." She smiled, "I don't claim to understand it all, Kyle, but you're happy, and you've all been good for each other. I just wish the girls were vegetarians rather than vegans..."

Laughing, Kyle closed the distance between his mother and himself, hugging her gently, "Thanks. I'll e-mail some recipes. We've gotten rather good at navigating everyone's dietary requirements."

Stan snorted, "You know, except the omnivore who can have sugar always gets the least consideration." He winked at Kyle and stood. "Small price though."

Bebe had been relatively melancholy since Christmas, when only Paul and Angelica had showed up at the Testaburger's. Wendy had held her that night as she cried, gently stroking her hair and whispering soft words of comfort to her. What had been far more concerning to Wendy was the fact that even the after Christmas sales had done little to brighten Bebe's mood.

By New Years', Bebe had begun to improve, though she still shied away from the subject of her mother and still had moments of just staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts.

When they found their seats on the plane for the flight back, Wendy rose the arm between her seat and Bebe's and gently tugged her girlfriend against her. Bebe sighed against her and laid her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I ruined the end of our break, didn't I?"

Shaking her head, Wendy kissed her forehead. "No, you didn't. You are hurt and angry and have every right to be so."

"Thanks." She frowned as she snuggled comfortably, laughing a bit as the attendant made her put her seat belt on. She nuzzled into her again once the woman had passed, and they sat there quietly snuggling as the plane taxied onto the runway. Unfortunately, as the plane began its ascent, Wendy had to let go of Bebe, who quickly found the airsick bag and stroked her back as she bent over double.

After the Attendant collected the sealed bag, Wendy leaned back in her seat, whimpering. "Sometimes, I hate being pregnant."

Bebe laughed softly and ran her finger's through the brunette hair. "I'm sorry, baby. Maybe we should both try to sleep?" This time it was Bebe who pulled her partner onto her shoulder. "The Bean's lucky, you know. We're going to be awesome mothers."

Wendy smiled, nodding, "Mmm-hmm."

For a moment, they were quiet before Bebe spoke again. "Won't we? I'm...I'm not going to turn into my mother am I?"

Opening her eyes, Wendy turned to look into the other young woman's eyes, "Is that what's been eating at you?"

"Mostly. I mean, I'm angry, too. But I'm mostly afraid I'll hurt the Bean the way my Mother's hurt me."

"No." Wendy smiled and kissed Bebe's lips. "You won't turn into your mother. I love you, and you will be a wonderful mother, or I'd not be having a baby with you."

"Thank you; love you, too."