Kenny PoV
I sit, sobbing with my head in my hands, crouched against the wall like an innocent school boy. I wedge a whiskey bottle between my knees, my eyes fixated on where Bebe was propped up against the sofa, nursing her tummy, whilst squinting in pain.
"We need to get you to a hospital." Is what I've been saying for the past two hours, although nothing had been done about it. "Please... This is our baby."
"Because you care so much about it." She mutters, her voice weak.
"I do." I beg her, crawling over and knocking the whiskey bottle onto its side. "I do, I love you both." I reach for her hand, kissing it, tears streaming down my face. She tilts her head, giving me an unimpressed look at my drunken state. "I'll sober up and drive us... I can do that..."
"I AM NOT GETTING IN A CAR WITH YOU!" She screams, her eyes wide as she pulls her hand away. "ELSE IT'LL BE A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL."
"I'll call someone." I tell her.
"It's three in the morning." She points out, getting up slowly and my eyes flash across the deep red pool that she had been sat in. "Ah..."
"Ambulance." My thoughts finally adjust, reaching for Bebe's cell phone as I had sold my own for alcohol money.
"911 what's your emergency?" I hear a voice pick up.
"Ambulance." I repeat and she puts me through.
"Denver and South Park ambulance services, how may I help you?" A man asks me.
"Yeah, my girlfriend is bleeding." I slur down the phone and there is a short silence.
"Ok can you elaborate a bit on that?" He questions.
"She's uh... She's pregnant." I explain, seeing Bebe's worried look. "She... Tripped and fell and now she's bleeding... Down... There, you know?"
"Tripped and fell." Bebe mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes in the process.
"House address please?" He inquires.
"Uh... The run down one on the edge of the town." I mutter, followed by an awkward silence. "We used to have a house number... Now we don't."
"Is it the one we've made several arrests at for the possession of Pabst Blue Ribbon?" He says, shortly.
"...Yeah." I nod. "That'd be the one."
Wendy PoV
"Morning." I hear his voice, immediately soothing me. The mornings I had woken up wishing for this, his arm around my frame, my head tucked into his collar bone. I tilt my head slightly, and see he is smiling. He is smiling for the first time in so long, and to think I had inflicted that happiness on someone made me warm inside.
"Hello you." I poke him softly in the cheek, as he kisses me on the forehead. "Sleep well?"
"The best I have in ages." He whispers and I dwell on his words, relishing in them as if I had them to ration.
"Wendy, have you seen my-" Dad suddenly bursts in, the door flying open, with his top button undone. "Oh hi Craig..."
"Dad!" I squeal, partly because he had walked in on our naked entwined bodies and partly because he had mistaken Stan for someone else.
"Stan." My boyfriend corrects him, wrapping the comforter around us further, subconsciously.
"Get out!" I persist, waving my hand at him.
"I was just wondering if you'd seen my tie..." He trails off, eyeing us up cautiously. "So are you two back together then?"
"Leave!" I yell.
"The one with the stripes-"
"Now!" I finalise and he exits, shutting the door behind him. "I'm so sorry."
"Craig spent a lot of time in your bed, did he?" He grins and I slap him lightly.
"None at all." I promise him. "I was keeping it warm for when you came back."
"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, beginning to kiss me passionately, as I melt against his skin.
Kyle PoV
I lie in my bed thinking about the other day; how I came onto Tweek, how we ended up making out on his bed and how Craig Tucker of all fucking people had to turn up.
Awkward didn't even come close to describing it.
I glance over at my clock, it read 9am and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to grab my jacket and go for a walk, making a mental note to avoid going anywhere near Stan's house, although I probably would anyway.
Part of me felt like I should tell him. I knew, deep down that it would be the outcome that would kill me, but I couldn't help dreaming of the opposing answer. What was wrong with me? Maybe it was just a phase... It wasn't like I was really attracted to 'guys', just Stan... And obviously Tweek, apparently.
"Can I talk to you Kyle?" I jump, slipping on a piece of ice as I hear the voice I had been second most trying to avoid. Craig.
Bebe PoV
"What brand is this hospital gown?" I ask, glaring at Kenny as I lie on the bed. "Feels like it's made of paper."
"Probably is." He shrugs. "I don't think they fork out for designer gear from Gucci."
"Bebe Stevens?" A doctor approaches us, clipboard in hand.
"That would be me." I raise my hand effortlessly.
"Your tests have returned." He explains. "We've picked up on some abdominal bleeding-"
"Wow really?" Kenny's eyes widen, sarcastically. "We never would have guessed."
"Kenny shut up!" I snap, turning back to the doctor. "Abdominal bleeding blah blah, what else?"
"Well... I'm happy to inform you that your baby is still in a safe position." He stutters, bemused by our responses. "The bleeding was caused by a tear to the vaginal tissue, which was dislodged when you fell."
"Thank God." Kenny sighs, cupping his hands over his face as he turns to stare at the wall.
"Relieved because you won't get into trouble?" I question him, as he turns around to stare at me intently.
"No, believe it or not." He raises his voice slightly. "I'm actually relieved because our baby isn't dead."
"If I could continue..." The doctor interrupts us. "I do suggest you take it easy, but since your spotting has decreased, we are allowed to discharge you for now."
"Thank fucking God." I stand up, abruptly, feeling slightly dizzy but not mentioning it in case they change their minds. "It's now... nine forty in the morning." I check the clock. "I've been here a good five hours at least, this isn't a prison, you can't keep me for a whole day and then charge me or release me on bail."
"Come on before they decide otherwise." Kenny pulls on my arm slightly and I pull myself up, glancing in the mirror and pulling a face. At least no one would see me, everyone I knew would be in school now, bar Cartman, but I can't imagine he would be taking a trip to the maternity ward when he could be annoying the nurses in his own.
"Bebe?" I hear a familiar voice and it makes me jump out of my skin. I immediately remove my hand from where it's clasped over my stomach, my bump predominant in the gown I was wearing.
"Red." I manage to reply, praying she wouldn't clock what was going on, but she had, it was obvious, we were virtually stood under the maternity sign.
"...You're pregnant?" I could see her trying to conceal the grin on her face, pretending to be sympathetic. It was a quality I hated of hers, which had developed over the past few months.
"What are you doing here?" I snap, because I knew there was no point in denying it.
"Visiting my auntie." She explains, pointing vaguely towards the ward. "She gave birth this morning... Forty eight hours of labour."
"Cool." I brush her off, knowing she was digging the knife in purposely. Forty eight hours? Surely that wasn't possible...
"So... This is why you haven't been in school?" She raises her eyebrows, eyeing me up and down. "When you popping the sprog?"
"It's none of your business." I mutter, trying to walk past her.
"Come on Bebe." She grabs my arm, her grip harsh, as she slowly flicks her red side fringe out of her eyes, to stare at me menacingly. "I thought we were friends."
"Well we're not." I whisper, tearing my arm away from her. "Not anymore, Rebecca."
Kyle PoV
'Talk?' I was expecting Craig Tucker to do more than 'talk' to me. Bruise and blister my face maybe, but he seemed remarkably calm considering the circumstances.
"So how long have you had a crush on my boyfriend?" He asks, casually as he then took a long slurp from his coke. He didn't seem at all fazed about the fact we were skipping school, sat in the fast food restaurant where anyone could encounter us.
Funnily enough at the other end of the restaurant I saw Kevin and Pete chatting over a bunch of McNuggets and couldn't help but overhear them talking about taking their girlfriends to some video game convention.
"Why isn't anyone in school?" I decide to ask, avoiding the question.
"Study leave... Don't you pay attention?" He eyes me up cautiously.
"I've had my mind focused on other matters..." I trail off, it was unlike me, not to be set on my exams, revising every second of every day. But to be honest, I didn't give a shit. "And it's not a crush..." I decide to answer his question, before he thinks I really am hiding something. "It just sort of... Happened."
"Right." Craig says in that monotone voice of his, which Tweek seemingly found hot.
"Look…" I begin, not sure of where this was going. "If you want Tweek back, just talk to him, he does miss you a lot." His shocked expression urges me to continue. "He was upset because he misses you and those eavesdropper rumours didn't help."
Craig hesitates, grabbing another nugget and dipping it into his sauce, as slowly as possible. "...Thank you Kyle, I appreciate it."
"Well I'm glad we worked that out." I reply, surprised at how reasoning he was now being, as I grab a handful of fries.
"Also Kyle..." Craig looks up.
"Yes?" I respond, aware this would probably be a pep talk about getting over Stan, because it was apparently that obvious.
"Stay the fuck away from my man bitch or I'll kick your ass into next year!" He points a nugget at me, intimidatingly before devouring it.
"Oh... Ok..." I say nervously, not knowing whether this was better or worse than the anticipated.
Stan PoV
"You sure about this?" Wendy stares at me nervously, her eyes moving to the computer in front of us.
"If you don't want to, we don't have to." I prompt her and she shakes her head. "On the upside at least no one is at school, so we don't have to deal with the bitching and rumours."
"They'll happen either way Stan." She grins, reaching forward and pressing the button on the mouse. My Facebook newsfeed refreshes and my relationship status appears at the top.
Stan Marsh
In a relationship with Wendy Testaburger
Yesterday
"Yesterday." She giggles. "Feels like this is all brand new."
"Can be if you want it to." I smile.
"Does that mean we get the honeymoon period again?" She bites her lip.
"I thought it always was." I laugh, hoisting her onto my hips quickly, before placing her down on the bed, and running my thumb up and down her thigh seductively before leaning in to kiss her.
Kenny PoV
"Thank you." I say to the taxi man before Bebe reluctantly hands him a ten dollar note, glaring at me in the process. I was pretty sure this wasn't the way to win her over but I actually had no money.
"What happened to 'don't worry, everything will be fine, I'll get several jobs to support our little family'?" Bebe jibes as we enter the broken house, a putrid smell of dust and stale vodka fills our sinuses. "...Why did I ever fall in love with you?"
"...Is that past tense?" I ask, hesitantly and she pauses in thought. It wouldn't surprise me; a girl like Bebe Stevens could have everything and anything she wanted, it was because of me that she was pregnant, unpopular and slumming it in a house that hurt to call 'home'.
"Unfortunately... No." She finalises. "I still love you, I just hate you more."
"You can't love and hate someone." I tell her, leaning up against the peeling wall.
"I assure you, you can." She concludes. "You can also hate that you love them."
"And that's how you feel?" I whisper, which she just responds to with a nod.
"Progressively." She admits, sitting down on the sofa with one hand on her bump. "How did I ever think you'd be a good dad?"
"Well it wasn't planned." I raise my voice slightly, getting sick of her slagging me off. I was aware of how hated I was, how pathetic, but I didn't need to hear it repeated over and over again. "And actually I was always careful to use protection... So it must have been you who decided to ditch it one time."
"Or it was with someone else." She blurts out, leaving silence hanging in the air, heavy, aching.
"What?" I frown, but my voice was weak and no longer intimidating.
"...Nothing." She shrugs it off, but I can see the awkwardness in her expression. She is staring blankly at the wall, her hands wringing in her lap, trying to gage whether she just admitted her darkest secret out loud. Well she had, and I had heard it.
"No..." I gulp, walking towards her slightly. "What do you mean 'someone else'?"
"I was lashing out." She lies, blatantly, and it angers me. I move forward as she stands, facing me and backing away.
"TELL ME, WHAT YOU MEANT." I shout in her face and the room falls silent again, as tears brim in the bottom of her eyes, willing themselves not to fall, resting precariously like a baby in a hammock.
"What..." She hesitates, her voice shaking. She was scared now, she could try and hide it all she liked, but she was scared. "You gonna hit me? Maybe push me again? Finish this baby off?"
"This baby?" I prompt her. "Not our baby?"
"...I don't know." She finally admits, her exhale of breath catching on the realisation that hung in the air.
"...Who?" I manage to ask, not dropping eye contact, I was staring at her intensely, willing her to admit the truth, even though it may be the most painful thing I had heard.
"Clyde." She whispers.
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