AN: Ok, I get that this is not my best chapter ever. But honestly, at this point, I just needed to get through this so I could continue with the story.

Their living room had been turned into campaign headquarters. Stan had hooked the laptop up to the television, the school's website which was streaming the election results up on the screen. The Sophomore Class results were beginning to stream, and it would be a bit until the Senior Class results.

In the kitchen, Kenny was cooking, with Eric serving as his sous chef. Bebe had Wendy upstairs, taking care of getting Wendy ready for her speech, fixing her hair and makeup, and asking the baby to behave until after the speech was given. Stan was setting up the recorder, with Kyle standing in for Wendy while the other worked on focus and lighting.

"Ken, I get that this is Hippie's night, but would it really have been horrible to have steaks or chicken or meat of some kind for the rest of us?" Eric's voice held the slightest note of whine as he julienned the sweet potatoes.

Laughter was his only answer, as Kenny brushed oil over another level of phyllo dough.

"And not even real cheese or butter. Just this fake crap." He grumbled. "Would the girls really notice if you used butter rather than oil?"

"Yes." Kenny grinned over to his partner, "There are very few occasions that I don't make separate dishes. This is one of them. Deal with it." He put the pan with the spanikopita into the oven and then crossed over to the larger man, wrapping his arms around him. "I will make it up to you tonight."

"How about Mysterion make it up to the Coon?" He grinned as he turned to look at the blonde.

Kyle shook his head, entering the kitchen. "You guys use our childhood as a sex game?" He pretended a shudder as he opened the refrigerator. "Kinda gross, don't you think?"

"Nope." Kenny laughed as he moved back to the stove, "While you're in there, you wanna get out the pomegranate?"

"Sure, dude." The red-head brought out a diet soda and the fruit.

Returning to cutting, Cartman rolled his eyes, "I'm so sure we're the only couple here who does that, Kahl."

Stan simply laughed, "Sorry, dude. It seems they've seen through your attempted hypocrisy. Though, to be fair, we haven't tried ToolShed and the Human Kite…"

"No, but I'm pretty sure I heard High School Musical being sung the other evening."

All four boys turned to see Wendy and Bebe, having just come down the stairs, laughter in their eyes. "That's better than 'Finger Bang'." Kyle smirked as he returned his attention to getting the seeds out of the pomegranate.

Wendy blushed slightly, and Bebe wrapped an arm around the other woman. "I like it when you sing that to me, so ignore him."

Laughing, Stan moved over to the two girls, not having been recruited into the kitchen, and kissed both their cheeks. "You look beautiful, Wendy. I cannot wait to hear your victory speech. Now, I set the light and colors for Kyle, so get over there and let me see if I need to adjust them any for you."

"I don't care about that stuff, so much. Just, make sure that I look pregnant not fat?" Wendy grinned slightly as she moved to the stand and backdrop.

Bebe, however, groaned. "Don't start on that tonight, Wends. Please."

The six sat around the dinner table, laughing and talking, as they enjoyed the vegan meal that Kenny had made for the group. Despite Eric's earlier complaints about the nature of the meal, everyone, including him, was quite enjoying it.

"So, you guys realize this is the last time we'll all be together for this." Cartman gestured at the table, including all of them in the move.

Bebe blinked and looked around, seeing confusion in the expressions of the others at the table. While she was glad not to be the only one who did not understand what he had meant. "How so?"

"Well, future campaigns will be bigger. I mean, I imagine Wends will probably run in law school, if they do that kind of thing, but not all of us are going on to law school." Eric shrugged slightly, "I'm just saying this is the last campaign where it'll be just the six of us around the table."

Shrugging slightly, Wendy chuckled, "Eric, I'm pretty sure that, even in the future, this will still be most of the heart of my campaign. Yeah, official events will be larger, but there will still be plenty of unofficial intimate dinners of the inner circle." She smiled, "Not just the six of us, admittedly."

"Who else would be there?" Kyle raised an eyebrow as he joined in the line of questioning.

"Well, Ike." Wendy smiled as if Kyle's Canadian Born younger brother was the most obvious answer. "My parents." She sighed as she thought for a moment, "I'm not sure who else. I mean, it would depend on what I was running for exactly."

She looked around at the others, suddenly a bit concerned that she did not have the answers that they seemed to be searching for. "I don't know. I mean, I hadn't really thought about it. Is that a problem?"

"I don't think so, Wends. Calm down." Stan grinned to the pregnant woman he was positive was soon to be the next Senior Class President of Harvard University. "No one's really all that worried about campaigns that are least four or five years away."

Cartman shook his head, "I was just making an observation." He chuckled, "I guess I forgot to take into account how pregnancy hormones might be messing with your head."

Wendy narrowed her eyes as she turned her attention back to Eric, "Asshole. And I wasn't getting all emotional; I was just saying I hadn't actually thought about it. But you guys will always be part of and core of my campaign, no matter what it is."

Kenny laughed, "And this sentimental chick moment was brought to us by Eric Cartman; everyone remember this in case the jerk he used to be ever shows back up."

"Hey!"

"Oh, come on, you have got to be kidding me." Eric huffed as the others teased him about his sculpture. "This is so obviously the Statue of Liberty. See, here's her torch and the tablet."

Bebe shook her head, "Sorry, hun. Don't see it." She giggled as she reached over and pet the muscular young man's hand. "It's ok, the sculpting ones are the hardest."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." He winked at the blonde woman, "Get back into the kitchen, woman, and make me some snacks!"

"Like Hell, fatass. Make your own snacks!"

Everyone broke into giggles as Kyle picked up the dice and rolled. "You guys know we're going to have to back off on the cursing and insults once the baby gets here." Ignoring the rolling of eyes, he continued to be overly responsible even as he moved his piece. "At least around the kid."

"Dude!" Stan smirked as he picked up the card to ask Kyle his trivia question. "Kid's still in utero. And I seriously doubt any of us need to be told not to talk like that around the baby."

Kenny rolled his eyes "Ok, so now that we've had our grown up moment, can we get back to the game?"

Chuckling, the six turned their attention back to the game, laughing as they acted out clues, drew pictures, sang songs, and answered trivia questions. Wendy was about to answer a final question to win the game when Bebe glanced at the TV, "Hey, the rising Junior class results are in."

Putting aside the game, they moved into the living room.

"Oh, Jacob Parker. I can definitely work with him." Wendy smiled, focusing on the results rather than the fact that Bebe had to help her take a seat on the couch. "And Maria! She'll be a great class treasurer. This is definitely the way that the vote should have gone. Good job!"

Kyle smirked, "I'm sure the Sophomore class would be so very glad to hear that you approve of their electoral choices."

Bebe gently smacked the red-headed member of their number, "Leave her be, hun. She has to work with whoever the lower classes elect."

Wendy giggled, "All right, hush. I really should listen to Justin's speech."

"Oh, yay," Kenny deadpanned, causing the others to smirk. "There's nothing I enjoy more than listening to political speeches that I don't care about."

"Excuse me?" The brunette woman turned to playfully glare at the boy.

"Not yours." He winked at her. "Yours I care about. The underclassmen? Not so much."

"He kinda has a point, Babe." Bebe raised a hand in defense before Wendy could object, "But! Since you do have to work with the underclass representatives, we'll be good and listen to the boring speech!"

"Mmm-hmm." Wendy shook her head as Bebe gently pulled her partner against her, ignoring the laughter which came from the others.

The numbers on the Senior class elections were pretty conclusive. Long before the numbers were final, Wendy was looking over her speech while Bebe retouched her make-up. "You have that thing memorized, love. Relax."

Wendy chuckled, "Yes, but I just want to make sure." She rolled her eyes when Bebe gently grabbed her chin and tilted her face up so that she could clearly see her face, keeping her from looking over the notes any longer.

Kenny had dragged Eric into the kitchen with him, wanting to make sure that dessert was ready for when the speech was finished and keeping his boyfriend from trying to give Bebe pointers on how to fix Wendy's make-up. Admittedly, Eric's whimpering had been minimum, since he knew that Bebe would do just fine with the make-up since she was the one who had taught him how to do his in the first place.

"Ladies, if you're finished, I'd like to check the lights and colors one final time. By the look of these numbers, we can start in just a couple of minutes." Stan smirked as he glanced at the numbers on the screen. "I don't think I've ever seen you sweep quite so thoroughly before."

Kyle shrugged from where he watched all the activity, at this point there was nothing much more he could do but be amused at it. "It's not particularly surprising. Delilah made the election all about the pregnancy, and Wendy disarmed her quickly and completely. To be honest, we could probably list the handful of people who actually voted for Delilah."

Wendy sighed slightly as Bebe released her, satisfied with the light and natural look of the make-up. "I'd actually prefer a close race with a good opponent about the issues over this." She shook her head, moving behind the lectern that had been set up and placing her notes on it. "This kind of election does little to prepare me for the future."

Having heard the conversation Cartman stuck his head out the kitchen door, "That's not true, Hippie. Think about it. My smear campaign of you in fourth grade gave you experience with these kinds of tactics. Likewise, Delilah's method will prepare you for real politics. No matter how much most politicians claim they want to focus on the issues and play clean, politics always get dirty. Something will be dragged out, whether it's accurate or not. Look how many people still buy that Obama was not born in America." He grinned, "Look, it sucks, but this probably prepares you for a future in politics far more than any clean, issue-focused campaign would have."

Smirking, Kyle nodded, "I really hate to give any credence to the idea that the smurf campaign did any good, but he's right."

The future senior class president could not help but laugh, "I got my own out of that little episode, Kyle; it's all right." She grinned as she looked over to Eric, "Though I do hate that you're probably right."

Stan shook his head as he finished setting up the camera and adjusted a light. "All right, we'll be going in just a couple of minutes. Just waiting on the go ahead from the webmaster."

As they waited for the signal, Kyle's cell phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he shrugged a bit, "It's Butters. I'll tell him to call back in a few minutes." He stepped away from the lectern so that if the signal came through he would not be heard.

"Hey, Butters. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back in a few minutes?"

"Oh, Gee. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm sorry."

Kyle chuckled softly. Butters had grown a lot since they were kids, but he still tended to be overly worried about inconveniencing or hurting other people. "It's ok. Wendy's just about to do her victory speech for Class President. We'll call you back immediately after."

He could almost hear the smile in Butters' voice when the other boy responded. "That's wonderful! Um…could I maybe listen?"

"Sure. I'll put you on speaker; just don't say anything.." Kyle smirked as he did as he said and placed the cell as close to Wendy as he could without it being in the shot.

It was at that moment that Stan, grinning, said, "And we're on."

Wendy smiled sincerely at the camera, "Rising Senior Class of 2012, let me begin by thanking you for entrusting me not only to be your representative for the coming school year, but also for electing me to be the leader of the student body. Senior year is an exciting time for all of us, a time of transition. Not only will we be finishing our careers as undergraduates, but we will be preparing for our lives after college, whether by sending out resumes or writing graduate program applications.

"Yet, despite the seriousness of the coming year, it is also a time to enjoy ourselves. This is our last year before we are expected to be adults, and I'm not going to ask anything of you that will take away from that." As she was giving the speech, she managed not to smirk at the irony of an expectant mother talking about full adulthood still being a year away. The first time she'd practiced the speech, it had made her cry, and she'd been thankful the others had not been around to witness that. "As we do service-work which will leave both our school and our community a better place and prepare us to be good citizens, we will also have plenty of opportunities to simply have fun and enjoy life."

"Once again, I thank you for your trust and for the opportunity that you have given me these past years and this coming year to represent you. Good night."

She smiled warmly, and a moment later Stan said, "And we're clear."

"Nice and short. Well done, Wends." Kyle grinned to her.

"And probably the only six people who ever hear it just did." She grinned, "Hey, Butters."

"Hey, Wendy! That was a great speech, and congratulations!"

"Thanks, hun."

As Stan broke down the equipment, Wendy moved over to the couch.

Kyle grabbed the cell, putting it on coffee table, sitting beside Bebe who'd pulled Wendy into her arms, "So what's up, Butters?"

"Oh, gee…I just wanted to share the good news with you all. And invite you to come see me when you can. I got a real part, not a chorus part or a backup part, but a real part."

"That's great, hun!" Bebe grinned, "Congratulations!"

"What faggy part did you get, Butters?" Cartman smirked as Kenny smacked his partner on the back of his head.

"Eric! That's not very nice."

Stan shook his head, having finished putting the equipment up, "Ignore him, Butters. He sometimes reverts to being Fatass."

"'Ey!" He laughed, "Seriously, Butters, what role did you get?"

"Fiyero."

The congratulations of the guys were drowned out by the squeals of Wendy and Bebe. When the girls finally calmed down, Kyle grinned, "You did a great job of him before. Congratulations."

Kenny distributed the desserts, smirking at the girls as he did so. "Wendy, I've not heard you squeal like that in…have I ever heard you squeal like that?"

Bebe laughed, "Oh, she has."

"Beebes!"

The others laughed as Kyle looked over the household calendar, "You're due in late July, we've got the tests the second weekend of June. So, we can go after that." He smiled as he looked up at Kenny and Eric, "Does that work for the two of you?"

Cartman shrugged, "I was just planning to rip on you nerds for starting the summer with a standardized test."

Kenny rolled his eyes and smacked his boyfriend again, "You're really being an asshole today. Yeah, I think that works for us."

The larger boy smirked, "Deal with it."