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Chapter 22

Stan's POV

"Here you go." I tell one of Wendy and Cartman's guest as I serve them their food. I'm completely exhausted. I was up all night cooking food for 100 people. I made prime rib, grilled chicken, garden salad, pasta salad, wild rice, and rolls. I'm running off of 1 hour of sleep if even that.

Cartman walks over to me and he doesn't look too happy. "Stan, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure." He pulls me aside.

"Some of the guests have been complaining."

"About what?"

"You're not addressing them properly."

"What do you mean?"

"You need to refer to everyone as "sir" or "ma'am". Except for Wendy and me. You call us Mr. or Mrs. Cartman." He smiles.

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

I sigh. "Fine, whatever you say Cartman..."

"That's Mr. Cartman to you asshole!"

I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say Mr. Cartman..."

"Good, now get back to work! The line is getting long!"

I roll my eyes again. The only reason it's long because he interrupted me with this dumb shit. I go back to serving. Next up is Kyle and Nichole. "It's about time!" Nichole tells me.

"Sorry ma'am." I tell her as I serve her.

"Stan, I've known you since 4th grade, you don't have to call me ma'am!"

"Yes I do. Mr. Cartman said so."

"Mr. Cartman?" Kyle questions. "What the hell?"

I serve him. "Enjoy your meal sir."

About another 45 minutes later, I finish serving everyone. I decide to sit down to rest my feet. I grab a drink from the bar, which I've been sneaking the whole time, and take quick sip. "You're not being paid to sit on your ass, you know!" I look up and see Wendy.

"I'm done serving everyone Mrs. Cartman."

She smiles. "Mrs. Cartman...I love the way that sounds. Anyway, people are done eating. Start cleaning up!"

"Yes Mrs. Cartman..." I grumble.

"If you weren't being so cheap, you could've hired people to help you serve and clean."

"I wouldn't have been able to pay them. You know that."

She shakes her head. "This is why we're divorced. You can't afford anything. I'm still on maternity leave and getting paid 60% of my salary and Cartman had been able to hold everything down. He's letting me spend my checks on myself. I NVEER would've been able to do that with you."

"I'm glad you're financially set."

"You're never going to find another wife if you don't get that way."

"I'm doing the best I can. I better start cleaning." I tried to walk off, but Wendy stops me. She doesn't say anything, we just stare at each other. "What?"

"Have you been drinking?"

I shake my head. "No..." I lie.

"Yes you have. I can tell by looking at you. I'm deducting that from your pay! How dare you drink on the job!"

Oh shit! The last thing I was is them to dock my pay."You're wrong." I stare at her up and down. "You look great!"

"Umm...thanks." She sounds a little uncomfortable.

"Like really good."

"Ok, you're definitely drunk!" She tries to walk away, but I grab her.

"If I were drunk, I would do this." I pull her into a kiss. It's a wonderful kiss to. This is one of the things I miss about her. The next thing I know, she shoves me off of her and slaps me as hard as she can.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? We're over Stan!"

I rub my face where she slapped me. "We don't have to be. You can get your marriage annulled." I try to move closer to her, but she pushes me back.

"I love Cartman, not you! This is why I divorced you in the first place! We've started a family, this is where I want to be!"

"But I love you Wendy…"

"Don't start this again!" She points at everyone. "This is my wedding reception!"

Cartman walks over to us. "Wendy, go sit down, I'll take care of this." Wendy grabs Cartman and kisses him passionately. She glares at me before walking off. Cartman nudges me. "Dude, have you lost your fucking mind?"

"I love her dude…I never stopped."

He shakes in head in disgust. "I knew it was a bad idea to hire you to cater. Just leave! NOW!"

"I haven't cleaned up yet."

"We'll get someone else to take care of that, you need to go! You're lucky I'm not kicking your ass right now!"

"Pfft! Oh please, I can take you!"

"Dude, stop! You're embarrassing yourself! Just leave with what little dignity you have left."

Wendy walks back over to us and puts her arm around Cartman. "You heard my husband! LEAVE! We don't want you here anymore!"

"But-" I start to say before I'm cut off.

"We'll mail your check." Cartman tells me. "Goodbye Stan!"

I look around and see everyone staring at me. A few familiar faces (Kyle and Nichole) shaking their heads at me. "I'm sorry if I ruined your evening. I still love Wendy and I always will. I just wanted her to know that." I start tearing up and I look at Wendy. "I'll never stop loving you…"

Kenny walks over to me and grabs my arm. "Come on dude, you've made an ass out of yourself long enough." He literally drags me out.

"I LOVE YOU WENDY!" I scream as I'm being taken out. I don't care if I embarrassed myself. I never really had a fair chance to speak my peace and tell Wendy how I feel. It may have been the wrong time to do this, but it felt so right even if nothing comes of this…

Julia's POV

Although I missed mom and Cartman's wedding reception, Shannon filled me in on the drama that went down with my dad. That means I need to pay him a visit just to make sure he's ok. "Hi Grandpa, hi grandma!" I greet my grandparents as I walk in. Grandma gave me a key after the first time daddy moved in.

"Hi honey!" They greet me. Grandma gives me a kiss on the cheek and hands me a sandwich.

"I made your dad a tuna sandwich." She tells me. "Tell if he's still hungry after that I'll make him another one."

"Thanks grandma." I head upstairs to dad's room and knock on the door.

"Come in mom." He tells me.

"It's me." I tell him as I open the door and hand him his sandwich.

"Thanks. I needed this!" He starts eating. "So I'm guessing you came to give me a hard time about my behavior yesterday? I was drunk!"

I shake my head. "Not at all. It was wrong of them to ask you to cater anyway. Why did you even agree to it?"

He shrugs. "I needed the money."

"Was it worth it?"

He shakes his head. "I've lost what little self respect I had left."

"You were doing so well! Did you give up on counseling?"

"I'm still going. I saw Wendy in her dress and I just lost self control."

"Plus you were drinking too…"

"That may have had a little to do with it." He chuckles. "So why weren't you there?"

"I didn't want to watch that shit! It's bad enough they're married!"

"I know how you feel. So where we you?"

"The library…" I lie. The truth is, I spent the whole day with Dustin. His parents were at the reception so it was the perfect time for us to hang out and make love repeatedly. You know, the usual.

Dad raises his eyebrow. "Since when do you go to the library?"

"Since I don't want to be home celebrating that sham of a marriage."

"Were you with Dustin?" He asks completely throwing me off.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Be careful with him."

"Dad…" I give him a warning look.

"I mean it. He's older and more experienced. I would hate to see you end up like me."

"That's funny. Kyle thinks I'm going to end up hurting Kobe and you think Dustin will hurt me. Kobe said that too."

"Maybe you should listen."

"We're just friends. I won't get hurt!" I smile at him. We continue chatting for about another hour until dad said his head and sill pounding and he's going to take a nap. I'm glad we were able to talk, but I'm sad he's still hung up on mom. I need to find someone to set him up on a date with. I'm going to need some help with this one. I'm going to do whatever it takes to help him get over mom!