After quite a delay, here's the next chapter!

"Why, exactly, are you making a special meal tonight?" Cartman frowned as he watched Kenny at work in the kitchen.

Kenny turned and looked at his boyfriend, "Because grad school entrance exams are a pretty big deal. I'll do the same for the rest of you when you take yours. Wendy and Kyle just did it early." Shrugging he turned his attention back to his cooking. If Cartman wanted to be an ass, he was not going to fight with him about it. "No one said you had to come."

Eric huffed, "You're cooking. Of course, I'll be there. I just don't see what the big deal is."

"Dude, what's with being the fatass?"

"Look, if it were the rest of us, I'd get it. But it's the Jew and the Hippie." Eric grumped as he moved to the refrigerator, grabbing himself a drink.

Kenny shook his head, "Seriously?"

"I just mean that they could have passed with average scores when they were stoned off their asses and screwed. There's no question that they'll blow it away, no need to treat it like some kinda of big victory or accomplishment."

The blond turned to stare at his boyfriend, "You're jealous."

"Whatever, dude."

The dinner had indeed been a celebration. Both had scored over 1500, not counting the written part, and even Cartman was forced to admit that that was rather impressive. After dinner and a quite lavish dessert, the group moved to the living room, relaxing to watch a movie.

Bebe and Wendy had claimed the couch, Wendy reclining with her legs in Bebe's lap, with the boys in the chairs or on the floor. The movie, at Stan and Bebe's insistence, was a brainless romantic comedy, and the six of them were enjoying ridiculing the over used plot devices.

"Oh! I bet here is where the guy realizes he's been an asshole and shows up with a dozen roses." Kenny smirked and then turned to glare at Eric, "You realize, if this was how real life worked, you'd have gone broke buying roses, right?"

Cartman rolled his eyes, "There are two assholes in this relationship, Kinneh. Now, shutup and go make me a sammich."

The laughter overwhelmed whatever was being said in the movie, until Wendy made a sound of discomfort.

"Wendy?" Kyle looked towards the pregnant woman with concern, "Are you ok?"

Her hand was on her stomach, and she was staring wide-eyed at Bebe. "It can't. It's too soon."

"Shh." Bebe gently pulled her girlfriend into her. "Shh. It'll be ok." Ignoring the very concerned boys for a moment, she stroked Wendy's dark hair. "It'll be fine. Breath."

Once she felt Wendy nod against her, she looked at the guys, "Her water's broke."

Chaos broke out immediately, with each one trying to yell instructions and no one actually do anything, until they noticed Wendy. The woman who usually could and did take control of any situation was trembling as she clung to Bebe. She shook her head, "It can't. I've got six more weeks. We haven't run baby drills; I'm not packed; we have to go to New York to see Butters. This cannot be happening."

"All right." A surprising calm voice broke in. "Wendy, let go of Bebe. It's going to be ok. Bebe, go upstairs, pack what Wendy needs, but just what she needs right now; one of us will come back for the rest later." Cartman took control, his voice authoritative, but all traces of the the jerk he could be when he was younger had vanished.

"Kenny, I have a feeling we're going to be there for a while. Some sandwiches might not be a bad idea." He grinned to Kenny who rolled his eyes but moved off to the kitchen anyway.

"Stan, make sure there's gas. You'll take Bebe and Wendy, and I'll follow with Kyle and Kenny." Cartman then turned to Kyle, "And you, Daddy, get to call the doctor."

Bebe frowned slightly, even as she disentangled Wendy to get up and do as Cartman had directed, "And what are you going to do?"

"Let the woman in labor beat me up." He smirked as he took Bebe's place on the couch, "Damn woman," He slipped back into the playful ass persona, "You could flood the Mississippi!"

Wendy was exhausted after a very long labor. Having gone into labor early, things had not been able to go, exactly, the way she had wanted. She was not able to have the drug-free delivery they had planned on; in fact, the baby had been breached.

Holding the baby for the first time, Wendy had smiled; though being drugged and exhausted, she had not been able to stay awake for long.

When she woke, Bebe was in the bed with her, arms wrapped around her.

"Hey."

Wendy smiled, snuggling against her. "I don't want to ever do that again. How's the baby?"

"She's fine." Bebe kissed her forehead, "And how are you?"

"Exhausted. Sore. Very sore. Never having heterosexual sex again." She chuckled as Bebe rolled her eyes, "Not that I wanted to to start with."

"Wendy?"

"Mmm?"

"Shut up."

Bebe had slipped out of the room when Wendy had fallen back asleep. Moving down to the nursery, she smiled as she looked at their daughter through the picture window. It was hard to believe that something so perfect would call her "Momma" one day.

She smiled as she waved at the newborn, cooing to her through the window, not caring that there was no way the baby could hear her.

"Are you her aunt?"

Bebe turned her head to see another woman looking at the infants through the window. She'd not even noticed that anyone had joined her. "No."

"A friend then?"

Chuckling slightly, she shook her head, "No. That's my daughter." She smirked slightly to herself, realizing that they still needed to name to the newborn.

The woman, who was still wearing her hospital bracelet and slippers, frowned at her. "How's that possible? You do not look like you could have possibly given birth. You're rather young to be adopting."

Taking a deep breath, Bebe forced herself not to let her smile drop. "My partner is the birth mother."

"Oh!" The woman smiled again, though Bebe had to force herself to look back at the baby rather than the patronizing new mother. "So you're not really the mother."

"No, I am. In every way that matters. We both are."

The woman shook her head, "The bond between a real mother and child is something precious, not something you can manufacture just because you want it."

Bebe took a deep breath, focusing on the baby who was happily sleeping, oblivious to what was going on in the hallway.

"I don't believe that." She smiled as Kyle put his hand on her shoulder. "Bebe will be a great mother, and she'll form her own bond with the baby that'll be just as good as Wendy's."

Turning to face him she mouthed, "Thank you," as the woman walked off in a huff.

Bebe was once again cuddling Wendy against her in the hospital bed, this time with the guys gathered around, too. Kyle was sitting in Stan's lap, holding his daughter, absolutely smitten with her.

Cartman, smirking as he leaned against the wall, "Kyle, I don't think I've ever seen a woman make you look like that before."

"Probably not." Kyle beamed, gently stroking the baby's soft hair. "She's so perfect."

Stan laughed, watching the baby over Kyle's shoulder, and kissed his shoulder, "Should I be jealous?"

"Nah."

"Um...guys." Bebe giggled as she interrupted, "Hate to break up this moment, but we need to name her. After all, at least some grandparents will be coming to see her soon, and we really should be able to introduce her as something other than 'Baby Testaburger'."

"And what last name she should have." Wendy offered, watching the two new fathers with their daughter.

"What Testaburger-Stevens-Broflovski-Marsh is too long?" Kenny chuckled, "Wouldn't get her teased at all. What about shortening it-TeSteBroMar?"

"And I get called the jackass." Cartman shook his head.

Stan spoke up, "Honestly, I think she should just be Testaburger. Anything else is simply too complicated, and I don't think she has to have my last name to be my daughter." He nuzzled against Kyle and smiled down to the little girl, speaking to her in a baby voice, "Do you? Do you? No, you don't."

"Gods, you guys, I think I'm going to be sick."

Kyle chuckled and looked up at Cartman, "Right. We all know you two are going to be the spoiling type of Uncles."

"Probably," Kenny nodded.

The door opened as Ike came back in, carrying drinks for everyone. "Wait, what did I miss?"

Wendy laughed, "Speaking of a spoiling uncle."

Ike nodded, "Yep, I'm already planning out the how. So, does she have a name yet?"

"That's what we're working on."

"Oh."

Kyle looked down at the baby, "So, sweetie, what is your name? I think, by the way, that you're cursed with the curly Jew-fro. You've already got baby curls."

"At least the color is coming from her mom. You might pass on the Jewness, but no ginger or Jersey!" Cartman glared at the new father, who ignored him.

Wendy, who was still kind of tired and contently cuddling to Bebe, offered, "What about Rebecca? I've always liked the name."

Stan nodded, "And it's a good Old Testament name, so it's got some Jewishness in it."

"I like it. Rebecca Testaburger"

"Is that your name? Are you Rebecca Testaburger?"

She gurgled at her father, her little hand wrapped around his finger. Stan smiled, "I think that's a yes."