*Stan's POV*
"Are you still going to stand by me even if I'm having twins?" Wendy asked me. I took her hand and gently squeezed it.
"Wendy, of course I'm staying with you. I'm going to help you take care of our baby. Or babies. I promise. Don't let what Bebe said get in your head," I said. I almost felt sick to my stomach. Having twins would be a lot to handle in high school. I would have to get a job, and so would Wendy. We would have absolutely no free time.
The doctor walked in the room. Wendy gripped my hand tighter.
"Well, the results are in. I don't know how we missed this last time. You're having triplets," the doctor said.
"Wh-what?" Wendy stuttered.
"Triplets," the doctor repeated. Her hand went limp, and my mouth was dry.
"Triplets," I repeated, looking at Wendy's protruding stomach, and wanting to throw up.
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A South Park Pregnancy
FanficThe boys are in high school, and Stan and Wendy have finally gotten serious. One drunken night just might change their entire lives.
