The first time Wendy saw one of the posters, she was coming out of Environmental Issues with Kyle.

"You've got to be kidding me." Wendy blinked at Kyle's exclamation and turned to look in the direction he was facing. When she saw it, she simply rolled her eyes.

Kyle looked to her, an eyebrow raised, "That doesn't bother you even a little bit?"

"Well, sure." Wendy shrugged, "A little bit. But more in the sense that it bothers me that I don't have a worthy opponent. Honestly, this," she gestured, "is more poorly thought out than a certain fourth grade smear campaign." The pregnant Junior could not help but smirk as she remembered that. "And this will be even easier to defuse than that was."

The red-haired young man could not help but chuckle, "Perhaps, but I doubt that Bebe is going to see it that way."

Kyle had been correct, though Bebe was not the only one who was angry about the campaign posters. "Damnit!" Cartman yelled as he entered the house. "When are people going to learn?"

Wendy smirked as she closed the door behind him and Kenny. "Good to see you, too, Eric. Come on in."

The larger man glared at her, "Yeah, yeah. Seriously though, when will people learn that only I get to pick on you. And honestly, to steal from my playbook? That pisses me off."

Kenny chuckled and guided his boyfriend over to a seat in the living room. "He's been like this all day. Ranging between being angry that anyone dare attack one of his nerds, fury at his own tactics being stolen, and my absolute favorite, ranting that she's not even doing it right, because you're supposed to ask 'or is she?' after making ridiculous accusations."

Giggling, Wendy moved to get drinks for everyone. Stan and Bebe, however, glared at Cartman. "You're seriously complaining that Delilah's not doing it right?" Wendy bit her lip to keep from laughing as she quickly moved away from her partner's fury.

Cartman sighed, "No. I'm...just...it's bad enough that she's picking on one of mine; she could at least have the courtesy to do it right." He crossed his arms, pouting slightly, which only caused Kenny to laugh harder.

Stan rolled his eyes, "Man, has anyone ever told you that you have a seriously deranged sense of morality?"

"Hey, at least I use it for good now. You guys should be glad to have someone who is an au-thar-i-tee in ass-hattery." He smirked slightly, "So, have you all talked about a game plan yet? Wendy cannot do the whole resign-and-make-your-opponent-look-incompetent thing this time. Well, I mean, she could, but tell me that's not the plan?"

Bebe sighed, "I think her plan is the same it was, originally, with you. To ignore it."

"What?" Kenny grimaced as Cartman leaped out of his seat.

Rolling her eyes, Wendy returned with drinks for their guest and placed them on the coffee table. "We're not children anymore, and I have to have faith that the fact that we are at a respected University means that there will be far fewer weak-minded people for her to manipulate." She shrugged and moved back to Bebe, placing a calming hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, still looking at Cartman, "And besides, when we do meet for debates, they will be moderated. She won't have the opportunity to steamroll me that you thought you did."

"I suppose..." Cartman frowned but allowed Kenny to pull him back into his seat.

"I'm not playing dirty politics." The look she gave Cartman was stern, and she felt Bebe relax slightly under her hand. Stan frowned, but nodded. "And the fact of the matter is, if this is all she's going to make this election about, then it will be easy to defeat her." After a moment, she spoke again, "I'm serious. No underhandedness. Cartman, Bebe, Stan, promise?"

The three nodded, Cartman and Bebe more reluctantly than Stan, but then Stan was much more likely to confront the other woman than to do anything questionable. It was Cartman that grumbled, "Why didn't you make Kyle and Kenny promise?"

"Because, they're not the kind to do anything that I'll regret."

Bebe glared at her girlfriend, "Gee thanks."

Smiling, Wendy kissed Bebe's forehead, "It would be out of love, dear, and I know that. And let's be honest, if it were you, or any of you, I'd be a total bitch. After all, you don't fuck with Wendy Testaburger."

"Which is not fair. I should be allowed to defend my girl just as much as you would." Bebe pouted.

"All right, if we're done discussing the latest idiocy, dinner's ready." Kyle smirked as he came out of the kitchen. "Stan, Cartman, you want to help me bring it out?"

Bebe felt slightly guilty as she met Cartman for lunch between classes on Friday. They had promised Wendy not to do anything to Delilah, but that did not mean that she was happy about it. Nor did it mean that she'd allow herself to be bound by that promise if Wendy's confidence in her ability to beat Delilah's mean-spirited politics turned out to be overrated.

Cartman looked across the table at her as he sat down with his burger, "Bebe, if you're going to feel guilty about it, then go home."

"What?" She looked up from her salad.

"I'm just saying, if you're going to feel all guilty about making a contingency plan, Wendy will notice it; she knows you too well not to. So, if you are going to feel guilty, go home. Or rather, we'll just have lunch as friends, and you can vent all you want about Delilah." The look he gave her dared her to argue with him, a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"I'll get over the guilt by the end of lunch." Bebe glared at him, "After all, I did once hold a gun on her over a pair of shoes, and we're not acting on anything unless she loses."

Smiling, Cartman nodded. "Good girl."

Wendy was heading to lunch when she heard her name called. "Testaburger!" Turning, she managed not to smirk as she saw Delilah Jackson heading towards her.

"Can I help you?" Her tone remained civil, though she had to work to keep it from becoming condescending.

Delilah smiled, "I just wanted to say that I hope there are no hard feelings about the campaign. After all, they are legitimate concerns."

Managing not to laugh, Wendy simply raised an eyebrow. "You're just asking the questions?"

"Exactly! I'm so glad you understand. Though I don't think anyone would blame you if you decided to back out of the debate." Delilah's expression was one of mock concern. "After all, the stress of it could not be good for you or the baby."

"I assure you, Delilah, the baby and I will both be fine. I'll be at the debate." Wendy nodded to her, "Though I thank you for the concern. Now, allow me to give you a word of advice. Find a different line of attack. This one is not going to work out the way you think it is. It will backfire. If you want any chance of winning this election, you'll let this go."

As Delilah frowned, Wendy could see her trying to think. "Is that a threat?"

"No, Delilah. It's exactly what I said it was, friendly advice. A warning. Nothing more." Wendy nodded her again, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to lunch."

Bebe grumbled as she fixed Wendy's hair, "I know you're going to wipe the floor with her, but I do not have to like this. She should have been forced to withdraw with that campaign."

"Stop fussing, hun. I prefer it this way." Wendy looked in the mirror and to her partner-knowing she would get thwacked if she turned her head to look at her while the other was working on her hair. "Beebes, sweetie. You know, if I do go into politics that these kind of attacks will be standard."

"I know." The blonde nodded, stepping back for a moment to examine her handiwork. Nodding, she turned Wendy to face her to touch up her makeup.

Raising an eyebrow, Wendy frowned slightly, "And are you going to be able to deal with it? I don't wonder whether or not you're strong enough, but whether you'll be ok with it."

Glaring slightly, Bebe huffed, "Stop that while I'm working on your makeup. Will I ever be ok with your character being impugned or our family being subject to ridicule or scrutiny? No, of course not. Do I trust you to protect us from that as much as possible? Honestly, too much. Because I don't want to just be your wife, but your partner, so I don't want you to shield me." She gently brushed a touch of blush over Wendy's cheek. "Baby, I know full well that part of your dream is pure ambition, and I have to admit, I find that very attractive in you. But, I also know that it's more than that, and I believe that you will make a difference. So don't you even dare think about changing your dreams to protect me."

Wendy laughed and nodded, "All right. But, we are partners, that means if it ever gets too much for you, you tell me. And we change our dreams together."

"Hormones are making you all sentimental." Bebe smirked, "How's the little one doing? Not going to play drum on your bladder is she?"

"Even if she does, I'll be ok. Peeing right before the debate, and will only sip as needed."

With a nod, Bebe pulled Wendy up, "You realize once we get back and I don't have to worry about smearing your makeup, I'm totally jumping you, right?"

"Yes, love. I've noticed how my pregnancy hormones seem to make you hornier." Wendy smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."

The moderator turned towards Wendy, "Wendy, You have talked about moving the Student Government Association in the direction of doing more service work. How would that affect dances and socials?"

"We're still college students; it's important that we have plenty of opportunities for fun, and I recognize that dances and socials are a key component in this. It is not on my agenda to put an end to these events. Rather, I want to add more service work to them. Since I've been class president, we've already worked towards that goal, with the support of the representatives of those classes both ahead and behind us. I would also like to point out that increased service opportunities not only help those we serve, but ourselves. As we enter our senior year, many of us will be applying for grad schools or beginning careers. Volunteer work can facilitate an application which stands out from the stack, and the more students from Harvard give back to the community, both locally and globally, the more Harvard will be respected, and the reputation of being an 'elite school' will be discredited." Wendy smiled, remaining personable and inviting throughout her answer.

"Thank you." Turning towards Delilah, the moderator continued, "You have been a critic of Wendy's plan to move to a more service oriented focus for the SGA. After hearing her response, do you have any comment?"

Delilah smiled, a smile which would have won her the crown in a beauty pageant. "Volunteer work is important, but I know many of us are already involved in giving back to the community, so I see no reason to divert the resources of the SGA to one time opportunities. However, my larger concern is how Wendy proposes to be able to balance coordinating the service opportunities, as well as the dances and socials she claims will not suffer, her own course work, whatever applications she'll be working on, and raising a new born. That is a large load for anyone." She turned her smile on Wendy, as if to say that there were no hard feelings and the question was not personal.

"If I may respond to that?"

The moderator waved his hand, allowing her to do so.

"As many of you know, I will not be raising the baby alone. My partner is fully committed to being a mother to our child, as are the father and his partner. Our non-traditional family is well known, and all four of us are in this together." Wendy glanced to where Bebe, Kyle, and Stan sat together on the first row, her smile growing as Bebe blew her a kiss, Kyle winked, and Stan gave a thumbs up sign. "Regarding the more relevant issue of the activities of the SGA, the Student Government Association is not a single person, and one can ask any of the other members whether I have neglected my duties during the pregnancy. As Senior Class President, and therefore President of the SGA, I will thoroughly fulfill my duties, but I will not step on the toes of my colleagues. To do so would be to disrespect them and their abilities."

"Thank you, Wendy." There was a beat, before he continued, "Delilah, if you were to be Senior Class President, what would your agenda for the Student Government Association be?"

"I would focus on beautifying the school, including more formals. My opponent argues that an increase in service opportunities will benefit our future." Delilah nodded, with an appearance of respect, towards Wendy, "I would argue that learning to socialize, to network, will be of far more benefit to our success than working in a soup kitchen. Further, you can trust me, unlike my esteemed opponent, I am who I say I am. Whereas, she stands before us, pregnant, claiming to be a lesbian, a feminist, and pro-choice."

As Delilah's words turned to a personal attack, Wendy looked at the five in the front row and raised her hand slightly as she mouthed, "I got this." She saw Kyle nod as he clasped his hands over Bebe and Stan's wrists, while Kenny entwined his fingers with Eric's. The looks in the eyes of even Kyle and Kenny were murderous, and Wendy knew if she did not take care of it well enough, they would. Nodding, she looked toward the moderator and raised a finger, catching his attention.

"Wendy, would you like to address this accusation?"

"Yes, thank you. Delilah, if it's all right with you, I'll start with the last self label you questioned." Wendy smiled and allowed her hand to rest upon her stomach, intentionally drawing attention to her enlarged stomach. "The answer is in the label itself. 'Pro-choice.' It means that we respect the right of each woman to make a choice about her own body, meaning that any woman who finds herself with an unexpected or unplanned pregnancy gets to make her own decision about whether to terminate or carry to term. I have chosen to carry the pregnancy to term. It's my choice, and therefore is right." She smiled as she heard a smatter of applause, and nodded towards the audience. "Since I am not allowing the pregnancy to control my life or to prevent me from continuing with my goals and dreams, I see no reason to defend my feminism." That was met by laughter, and she looked to her family again, seeing that all of them had calmed and Kyle nod at her.

"As for the question regarding my sexuality. It is a more unpleasant subject, but I have spoken with Kyle, the father, and he has given his full consent to my sharing this." She knew the gasp she heard to be Bebe's, and though she had stopped looking at them, she knew that Stan was glaring at Kyle. "It would come as no surprise to most, that Kyle and I think of each other as brother and sister, and therefore, I doubt many would be surprised that when the Debate Team traveled, we would room together. I know that you're all familiar with the vague outline of what happened at Dartmouth." That time the gasp was not Bebe's lone gasp, but most of the room, including a now blushing Delilah. "Kyle and I were hit hard, though we were, by no means the only ones who were. Neither of us remember what happened that night, but..." Wendy gestured to herself with a slightly self-deprecating smile, "Obviously, we have some idea of what did. We've had to do some work as a family made of two distinct couples, but Stan and Bebe were understanding, and we're fine. Now, if there are no other misguided personal attacks, I would like to return to the relevant issues..." She smiled and glanced again to the front row, where she saw a mixture of smiles and flabbergasted expressions.

"Don't fuck with Wendy Testaburger!" Bebe laughed as she hugged her partner once the crowd had cleared from the auditorium. "You were brilliant! I'm so very proud of you." She kissed the other woman soundly, laughing as she felt their child kick against her.

"Mmm..." Wendy grinned into the kiss, wrapping her own arms around Bebe. After a moment she pulled back to look her lover in the eyes, "So I take it I proved whatever plans you guys had cooked up to be unnecessary..." She smirked, as Bebe had the grace to blush, before looking over to a shrugging Cartman.

"I'm not apologizing for having a backup plan." He grinned, "Look, Hippie, of all the people I know, you're the most likely to be able to get her own back, especially against someone like Delilah. And you're the last woman I would expect to lose her edge because she's pregnant. But it's still possible. We just had your back."

Wendy smiled, interlacing her fingers with Bebe's as the group headed back towards the house. "I'm not complaining. You trusted me, enough to not act until I had a chance to take care of it myself." She chuckled as she squeezed the hand and leaned over to look at Cartman, "I would have been surprised if you didn't, at the very least, have a back up plan."