Stimpy was upstairs, curled up into a ball and crying as hard as he could. Ren was really lying to him all that time… how could he do that to him?

"S-Stimpy…?" Ren knocked on the door softly.

Stimpy's ears twitched and he looked back. "WHAT?"

Ren's ears went back and he opened the door. "I-I'm… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—

"SPARE ME YOUR LIES REN!" He said angrily as tears slid down.

"But Stimp—

"DON'T! DON'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!"I shouldn't be so mean to him… Stimpy thought. But he lied to me…so he doesn't want the baby…

"Stimpy…" Ren said with care in his voice. He sat on the opposite side on him. "I-I didn't mean it!"

"If you didn't mean it… then why did you say it?" Stimpy glared at Ren, his eyes glowing with fear and pain.

Ren looked away as if he didn't have anything to come back with. "I…" he sighed heavily. "I-I don't…" Anger suddenly flooded his body and he glared darkly at Stimpy. "Well… maybe I said it because you were being a fucking dumb ass like you always are!"

Stimpy scooted away. "WELL AT LEAST I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL OUR BABY!"

"OH BULLSHIT! YOU DRANK THAT ALCOHOL AS WELL! THE BABY COULD BE DEAD NOW FOR ALL I CARE!"

Too much. Ren thought as he saw Stimpy's expression change to pure sadness. He growled softly and turned away, crossing his arms as he did so.

Stimpy sat there, unable to reply. Hot tears stung his eyes and he looked down. He's right… What if…. What if the baby IS dead…?

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The two didn't talk to each other for the rest of the day. They both tried to sleep off their hangovers, but Stimpy couldn't. He felt so afraid if he did end up killing the baby. He wanted to go to the hospital, to see if everything was all right. He couldn't though, mostly due to the fact that he was in no condition to drive.

His stomach twisted, still feeling the after effects of his hangover. Hesitantly, he got up and walked in the bathroom. He stared at his reflection.

God I look like a mess…Stimpy thought as he stared at the bags under his eyes as well as seeing how bloodshot they were. I hope the baby isn't dead… but what if it is…? What... What if it is dead because of my stupid actions? What if Ren was…right..?

He had so many questions, but none were answered. He sighed and looked down at his stomach. He rubbed it, feeling how much more firm and larger it was. Not much of a difference, but enough for it to be slightly noticeable.

As he stared down, he felt a nausea wave hit him hard and he ran over to the toilet to relieve the tension.

Ren's ears twitched as he heard Stimpy in the bathroom. He slowly woke up, not making any noise. I shouldn't have even said anything… Ren thought as he stared at the empty space next to him. He sighed and sat up, stretching and yawning. He hopped out of bed but stopped as he heard soft talking coming from the bathroom.

Stimpy as looking down at his belly and rubbing it softly, saying, "Can't you give mommy a break…?" He flushed the toilet, stood up and walked over to the sink. He washed his face off and sighed. His ears twitch as he heard the door open.

Ren was standing there, looking extremely guilty. "Stimpy I….I'm sorry…I shouldn't have even said w-what I said earlier…."

Stimpy looked down and rubbed his eyes. "Its fine… besides… what if you're right…? What if I DID kill the baby…..?"

Ren bit his lip and looked down, trying to avoid the answers. "Well…m-maybe… maybe it's ok…"

Stimpy looked away and turned his back to Ren. "But what if it's not…? What if it really is dead?" Tears filled his eyes.

"Stimpy, look," Ren took Stimpy's shoulders and turned to face him. "The baby will be ok…and if not…then we can always try again, I promise…"

Stimpy was at a loss for what Ren had to say. He looked over at the shower then down.

Ren looked over and smiled. "How about a bath?" He finally said, taking Stimpy's hands softly. "Cmon, only for you."

Stimpy blushed slightly. He looked over at the tub and saw Ren start up the bath water. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly. He didn't want to say forget it and walk out, he just didn't know what to do anymore.

"Stimpy, your bath is ready..." Ren said, forcing a smile.

"Oh ok…" Stimpy walked over to Ren and got in the tub. His mind cleared as he felt the warm water engulfed his body. He purred softly and his ears went down.

Ren smiled and took a washcloth. He wet it and lathered it with soap and started scrubbing Stimpy's chest. He blushed as he saw Stimpy lean closer to him.

Stimpy blushed and closed his eyes. He felt the washcloth move down lower. His eyes opened wide and he blushed wildly as he saw Ren stop at his groin. He looked up to see Ren smirking at him.

Ren slowly started to scrub him down there, sticking his tongue out as he heard soft gasps escape Stimpy's lips.

Ren…w-why do you have to do this…? I don't want it! N-not right now…