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Chapter 16

Shannon's POV

I'm in the waiting area of the hospital on the arrival of my new baby brother. We've been here for hours and dad still hasn't come out yet so I'm assuming little man is still cooking. I text Julia letting her know where we are and what's going on.

I'm at the hospital too. Julia responds about 20 minutes later.

Really? Why? Are you ok?

I'm here with Dustin...don't tell my mom.

I won't.

I'll try to get on that side soon, but the baby isn't my priority right now.

Is she serious? Ok, well I hope to see you soon. I text her back.

About another 3 hours passes and dad finally comes out to the waiting room. "He's here!" He announces proudly.

"When can I see him?" I ask.

"In a little bit. Wendy is in recovery right now. She had to have an emergency c-section."

"Really? Why?"

"The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck."

I put my hand to my mouth. "Oh my!"

"Don't worry, he's fine now. A healthy baby boy. 9 pounds, 13 ounces, 22 inches long."

"Wow, he's a big boy!"

"He takes after his daddy!"

I laugh. "So what's his name?"

"Eric Theodore Cartman Jr."

I look at him in shock. "I thought you didn't want any juniors?"

"It was Wendy's idea. She said once she looked at him, all she could see was my face so Eric Jr. was a perfect fit." He smiles.

"That's cool. I can't wait to meet him!"

"I'm going to go back and check on Wendy and Eric. I'll come get you when you can come see them!"

"Thanks dad!" He gives me a kiss before rushing off. I text Julia again.

He's here. Eric Theodore Cartman Jr. 9lbs, 13 oz, 22 inches.

I don't care, I'm still with Dustin. She responds.

I'm sure they'll want you to come see the baby.

Later!

I guess I shouldn't be too shocked by her attitude. She was never thrilled about the idea of our parents having a baby. I hope she changes her mind and comes to see him.

Kenny's POV

Bebe and I get to Dustin's room and we're shocked to see Julia there. The last time I checked, Wendy said she didn't want Julia hanging out with Dustin.

"What are you doing here?" Bebe asks her.

"I came to see Dustin…" Julia tells her.

"Do you know what happened to him?" I ask.

She nods. "We were drinking and smoking. He told me he wasn't feeling well and started sweating, then he took another drink and passed out."

"Where were you guys?" Bebe asks.

"We were hanging out in an abandoned alley way. I called the police when he passed out."

"Does your mom know you're here?"

She shakes her head. "No, she just had the baby."

Bebe's eyes light up. "She did?" She goes back to her serious face. "I'll visit her later, in the meantime, you better get out of here. I won't tell your mom because I don't want her to try to press charges against Dustin!"

Julia nods. "I'm gone. Can you please keep me posted?"

"We will." I tell her just before she leaves.

Bebe sits down next to Dustin and starts rubbing his hair. She bursts into tears. "Oh my poor baby! I don't want to lose you!" She sobs.

"Bebe, calm down! We don't even know what's wrong yet." She can be so dramatic.

"I don't understand how you can be so calm. Our baby is lying here in a hospital bed!"

"One of us has to be the calm one!"

"Oh so you're the calm one while I'm the one that worries! Why are you even here? Go back to Butters! Isn't that we're you would rather be anyway?" She screams.

"Ahem!" We turn and see Dr. Doctor. I didn't even hear him come in.

"Doctor! What's wrong with my baby?" Bebe questions.

"According to his charts he had high levels of alcohol and cocaine in his system."

"Cocaine?" I ask. "I know he smokes weed, but I don't think he messes with cocaine."

The doctor looks at the chart then at me and shakes his head. "The level of THC in his system was low."

"So the alcohol and cocaine caused him to pass out? I don't understand…" Bebe tells him.

"He had a heart attack, that's why he passed out."

"A heart attack? He's only 20!"

"It was a drug induced heart attack. He's lucky we got him to the hospital when we did or else he wouldn't have made it."

"So you're saying he's going to survive?" I ask.

He nods. "We're going to keep him here for a few days to monitor him. I highly recommend putting him in a rehabilitation program."

I nod in agreement. "Definitely." I notice Bebe glaring at me.

"I'll be back to check on him in a bit."

"Thank you Doctor." He leaves.

"We're not putting Dustin in rehab. He wasn't doing drugs!" Bebe snaps at me.

"You don't know that!"

"I know my son! He would never!"

"Can you guys please stop arguing…?" We hear a little voice tell us. We look and see that Dustin is awake. Bebe hugs him tightly.

"I'm so glad you're awake! I thought we were going to lose you." Dustin coughs weakly.

"Bebe, you're crushing him! Remember, he had a heart attack!" I remind her.

Bebe releases him. "Are you ok honey?"

Dustin nods. "I'm just in a little pain." He looks at me. "I had a heart attack?"

"Yes, you had alcohol and cocaine in your system." I explain.

He shakes his head. "That's impossible! I've never done coke a day in my life!"

"I told you!" Bebe smirks.

"You're absolutely sure about that?" I ask him.

"Yeah dude! I'm insulted you think I do." He tells me.

"I need to step out for a few minutes…" I tell them. I send Butters a text asking him to meet me ASAP! I swear if he drugged my son, I'm going to fucking kill him!

Julia's POV

Since I got kicked out of Dustin's room, I thought it was the perfect time for me to visit my new baby brother. "Hi Juju!" Mom greets me.

"Hi mom…" I grumble. "I came to see the baby."

"I'm so glad you came." Shannon whispers to me.

I move closer to the baby and as soon as I'm about to take him from my mom, Cartman stops me. "Julia…have you been drinking? I can smell it."

"What?" I'm taken aback by his accusation.

"Smoking too! You reek of weed!"

I glare at him. "Seriously?"

"Weed and alcohol?" Mom asks. "You've been hanging out with Dustin again after I told you not to!"

I glare at Cartman. "You're not my fucking father! I wish you would stop acting like it!"

"You're right! I'm not your dad! But damnit, I demand respect! I'm the adult here not you!" Cartman yells. Wow, I've never seen him get angry like this before. I'm still not backing down.

"You don't deserve my respect! I still hate you for what you did my dad! You'll never get my respect!"

"I thought we've moved on from there?"

"You guys may have, but I haven't! I'm not going to pretend like we're all one big happy fucking family because we're not! You guys may be happy and have everything you want, but my dad is miserable because of it!"

"Juju, Stan has to move on with his life like we have!" Mom steps in. "Lashing out at Cartman isn't going to help him. He has to help himself. He's a grown man."

"He also has feelings which you all seem to have forgotten!"

"I feel bad for Stan, I really do. But we'll be divorced in a little over a month, he has to face facts that it's over. I'm sorry."

"Ugh!" I glare at Cartman again. "God, I hate you!"

"Jules, that's enough." Shannon grabs me. "Let's go outside and talk."

I jerk my arm away. "Don't touch me! I hate all of you! I don't want anything to do with any of you! Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Julia!" I hear Cartman call out as I'm walking out the door.

"She'll come around…" I hear mom tell him. Not this time, I'm so over them. I'm over everything! I'm moving in with my dad permanently.

Stan's POV

"You really think Cartman is a better fit to raise my daughter than I am?"

"When it comes to discipline, yes."

"She's exactly like Wendy! You're in denial when it comes to her it's ridiculous! This is exactly why I say her behavior is your fault!"

Tears come to eyes as I remember Kyle's harsh words. His words really cut me like a knife. Not only did he insult my daughter, he insulted my parenting. I take a drink. I've gone through many bottles of vodka since we had that conversation. His words really got to me. I hear a knock on the door.

"Go away…" I'm really in no mood company.

"Daddy, it's me!" It sounds like Julia is crying. I open the door and sure enough, I was right.

"What's the matter Juju?" I ask her. She puts her arms around me and sobs into my shoulders. I close the door.

"I hate mom and Cartman so much! Especially that fat fucker Cartman!"

"What happened?"

She pulls away and wipes her eyes. "I went to visit mom in the hospital since she had the baby." I take another drink. "I was going to hold the baby until Cartman accused me of smelling like weed and alcohol. Of course mom automatically sides with him and jumps down my throat! I hate him so much! Why is he trying so hard to be my father?"

"Because he's better at discipline than I am…" I mumble as I take another drink.

"What?"

"Nothing. Juju, you do smell like weed and alcohol. You need to be very careful, you were giving community service, if you get caught again, it could be worse. You said you wouldn't do this again."

She seems taken aback. "I didn't have that much to drink! I only smell like weed because I was hanging around someone that was smoking it!"

"You shouldn't hang around people that smoke. They get caught and you'll go down with them."

"How much have you had to drink?" She asks me.

"Don't question me! I'm the parent here, not you!"

"Daddy…are you ok? You're slurring…"

"I'm the parent and I'll ask the questions. You need to show your mom and stepfather the same respect you show me!"

"Stepfather? Mom didn't marry him yet."

"But she's going to because she's love him, not me! She never loved me the way she loves him. She pitied me. 17 years of pity…" I burst into tears. "I'm not half the man he is. I tried to be good, loving, faithful husband to her and I'm still not good enough. Now they have a son, a son that was supposed to be mine…" I close my eyes and continue to cry to myself.

"Daddy...?" I don't answer her. "Daddy, look at me." I open my eyes and suddenly I'm seeing double. "You're a good man and a great father. Cartman can't take that from you. It's mom's loss anyway! You were too good for her!"

"If I'm too good for, then how come I'm not with her anymore? Why did she pick Cartman?" I can feel my eyelids getting heavy.

"I don't think you-" That's the last thing I remember…