Three.

Author's Note: Well, it's another Stan/Wendy oneshot from me, but this time it's about them being a married couple and potentially becoming parents. ;)

Rating: T
Pairing: Stendy (Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger)
Word Count: 4830

DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park or anything related to it. It belongs to South Park Studios, Comedy Central and to legends themselves, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Stan and Wendy Marsh were both twenty six right now.

The raven haired couple had been married for year and a half, and they had been slowly, but surely adjusting to their life as a married couple. They were also the amongst the first ones out of their group of friends to tie the knot.

And after dating for nearly fifteen years, Stan popped the question to Wendy the same evening they were celebrating their fifteenth anniversary, and as expected, Wendy didn't think twice about accepting his proposal.

Stan and Wendy got married the following summer. Unsurprisingly, their respective best friends, Kyle and Bebe, were chosen as the best man and the maid of honor. The wedding reception was elegant to say the least, but it also wasn't anything over the top. Stan and Wendy wanted to make sure that everyone had good time at their nuptials and that it would mark the beginning of a new, happier chapter in their lives as the newly wed couple.

When it came to their career paths, both Stan and Wendy had well paying jobs and were doing what they loved.

After not getting accepted into the Harvard School of Law, Wendy was disappointed, but that didn't stop her from applying to her second college of choice, the prestigious Stanford Law School. After getting accepted into Stanford University and working her ass off through her undergraduate programme, Wendy got her law degree and later enrolled into getting her joint degree from Law and Economics.

After getting her joint master's degree, Wendy spent two years working as an associate attorney in Gerald Broflovski's law firm, learning and perfecting her future craft as a lawyer. She was doing a pretty good job for a rookie lawyer, and was soon offered a permanent position within the company.

Stan, on the flip side, had a much more clearer version towards his future at college.

He was extremely proud of himself when he got offered a football scholarship to play for the USC's Trojans football team. Also, him having good grades throughout high school and nailing his SAT exams was sufficient to help him get admitted into USC's School of Architecture. Stan got his bachelor's degree in Architecture, and later got his master's degree from Architecture as well.

As both Stan and Wendy were attending universities in California, they weren't too worried about maintaining a long-distance relationship. But even if they were forced to be far away from one another because of college, Stan and Wendy trusted each other enough. After all, they were only six, seven hours away from each other by driving.

About six months into their marriage, Wendy got offered a high-profile job in the Denver-Carrington oil company, to work as the junior corporate attorney in the company's legal team.

Stan was also offered a position in the newly opened architecture and landscape firm based in Denver. He gladly accepted the offer and began working as an architect and landscape designer, working on various projects throughout the Denver, Park and Jefferson counties.

Both of them getting offered well paying jobs in Denver meant moving out from their hometown.

They moved from their hometown of South Park to Denver about nine months after getting married, mostly because of getting better job opportunities and escaping the small town mentality. Moving away from a town where they had lived for the majority of their lives wasn't easy at all, but a silver lining was that South Park was less than two hours away from Colorado's biggest city.

Their new house was a nice, two storey house with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, two guestrooms and a living room area attached to the dining room and kitchen. They had a relatively big backyard with lots of greenery and plants. Because both of them were also big animal lovers, they decided to adopt a French bulldog they named Jackson, and later adopted another pet, a British Shorthair cat they named Lucy.

Thanks to both of them having good incomes, the raven haired couple was able to buy a house of their dreams together, and they moved in shortly after. Bills and mortgage became something they would have to deal with in the future, but both Stan and Wendy had been prepared enough to deal with them and other things you have to deal with when you're an adult.

Fluttering her eyes open, the raven haired beauty let out a sigh as she rolled over to the other side of the bed, trying to fall into deep, sweet slumber once again. The other side of the bed was less warm, but the familiar scent of Stan made Wendy's body relaxed once again. She immediately covered her face with a pillow, trying to escape the rays of sunshine blasting directly in her face, as she was comfortably warm and nestled underneath the covers.

Suddenly groaning in discomfort, Wendy peeled the covers away and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Letting out a big yawn, she stretched her arms as far as she could, trying to ease the discomfort she had suddenly felt. Quickly shuffling on the bed towards the nightstand, Wendy glanced over to the digital clock and noticed it was a little bit past nine in the morning.

Feeling a little bit dizzy, Wendy let out another groan and fully removed the covers off of her, exposing her skin to the cool morning air, which formed tiny goosebumps on the surface of her pale skin. She was wearing her usual sleeping attire, a black silky pijama set consisting of a tank top and drawstring shorts.

Sighing, Wendy plopped her head back on to the mountain of pillows, rubbing her eyes once again, yawning.

Wendy hadn't been feeling well for the last few days, so she decided to take a few days off of work. It was very well needed, considering the fact that her work schedule had already been quite hectic. Working for a prestigious company like Denver-Carrington was great, but the amount of stress that came with work quickly took a toll on her overall well being.

But before she had any time to plan her another day off of work, Wendy suddenly felt a familiar, queasy sensation forming inside her. Hastily bolting up from her bed and immediately rushing through the bathroom door, Wendy made a beeline towards the toilet. She covered her mouth with her hand, desperately trying to refrain the vomit from coming out of her mouth.

She quickly lifted the toilet seat, dropped down on her knees and immediately threw up, coughing and spurting out the content of her stomach. Groaning in disgust, it wasn't long enough before the raven haired woman threw up for the second, and final time.

Draping her long, black hair over her shoulder, Wendy slowly got up and flushed the toilet. She quickly sat down on the toilet seat, closing her eyes, trying to calm herself down from the another morning episode of her emptying out her stomach. She groaned once again in disgust, and took a few pieces of toilet paper to wipe her mouth and face.

Wendy slowly got up from the toilet and walked towards the bathroom sink. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face, trying to make herself feel better. She grabbed her toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto it and began brushing her teeth, trying to remove the disgusting taste of vomit away. After thoroughly brushing her teeth and spurting out the remainder of the disgusting mess, Wendy examined herself in the mirror.

She looked like death, and felt like death as well. Rubbing her hand on her stomach, Wendy tried to ease the queasy sensation she had felt a few minutes ago. She quickly grabbed one of the hair ties randomly tossed on the sick, and tied her dark hair into a messy ponytail that now sat on top of her head.

Rubbing her weary eyes once again, Wendy plonked herself down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a brief few seconds, as the thoughts of her puking once again began to consume her brain. Quickly disregarding the nagging thought, she let out a soft sigh.

What the fuck is happening to me? This is the third time this week I've puked right after I got up.

Chuckling at her sweet irony, Wendy giggled at the thought of her and her husband now swapping positions when it came to puking. As Stan would usually douse her in his vomit for the first couple of years of their relationship, he had been able to control his vomiting for quite a long time now.

Groaning once again, Wendy decided to finally get up and do something productive, or at least something that can be deemed productive. She changed from her pijamas and slipped on her bra, a comfortable black hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants.

Dragging herself downstairs towards the kitchen, Wendy quickly glanced over to the living room area and an affectionate smile spread across her face. Their two pets, Jackson and Lucy, comfortably snuggled against one another, snoozing in perfect unison. Even though one would say that cats and dogs weren't usually on the best terms, it was the exact opposite when it came to Stan and Wendy's fur babies.

Shuffling over to the kitchen, Wendy immediately made a beeline for the fridge. She found some leftover tortillas from last night and of course, hearing the grumbling noises in her stomach, Wendy immediately began munching on the tasty food, even if it wasn't as fresh as it had been the day before. She scraped out one chair from the dining table and also made herself a cup of coffee.

After she was done eating her ''breakfast'' and drinking her first cup of coffee for the day, the dark haired lady decided to relax in the living room and watch some good movie. Flicking through various channels, she eventually decided to watch a re-run of the Grease.

Rubbing her temples with her fingers, Wendy groaned once again, slouching down herself against the couch.

But, no matter how much Wendy tried to relax herself, the thought of her throwing up began to cloud her mind once again. To her, the main culprit for her throwing episodes had to be overwhelming amount of stress caused by her working so much, right?

But soon, another, much more serious thought began stewing in the raven haired beauty's mind. It wasn't her just vomiting almost every single morning that she had noticed.

Over the past few weeks, Wendy had definitely noticed she gained a little bit of weight. Apart from that, her breasts became surprisingly sorer than usual, headaches would come very often, she would cry for not particular reason, she would feel dizzy out of a sudden, and most noticeably, her period was due to come for more than two weeks ago. The last thought made Wendy's thinking come to a sudden halt.

Could I be pregnant?

Wendy immediately shuddered at that thought.

The prospect of her and Stan becoming parents was something they had been discussing for months here and there. They definitely hadn't been into conceiving a baby just yet, and after all, they were only twenty six. They had plenty of time to prepare for the third member of their family, and even if Wendy became pregnant sooner than they planned to, they were both mature enough to deal with that as well. Stan and Wendy both made decent money, so that aspect wasn't really problematic.

Immediately turning off the TV, Wendy got up from the couch and made a beeline towards the bedroom.

She quickly opened her door of her sliding wardrobe and began fishing through it. After moving away a few pieces of clothing, she grabbed a pregnancy test she had hid there a few months ago, just in case she might need it.

Wendy chewed on her bottom lip nervously. She was very hesitant whether she should do the pregnancy test all by herself and if the result would come out as positive, she would eventually suck up all the courage and inform Stan about it, or whether he at least deserved to be by her side when she was doing a pregnancy test.

Contemplating for the next few seconds, Wendy decided to put the pregnancy test away back into the closet.

Sitting down next to her wardrobe, Wendy lifted her hoodie just slightly and ran her hand over her belly. A small, affectionate smile popped up in the corners of her mouth.

Stan had at least deserved to be by her side when she would do the test.

Tapping her foot anxiously and fiddling with the strands of her black hair between her fingers, Wendy glanced over to the clock hanging on the kitchen wall.

It was around five forty PM, and Stan would come home any minute from his work.

After she finished making their dinner, Wendy was sitting comfortably on the couch in the living room, wrapped up in a cozy, fluffy blanket. She made herself some tea, knowing it would usually calm her nerves, but no matter how much she tried to relax herself, the overwhelming thought of her potentially being pregnant was consuming her mind.

A million and one different scenarios had been playing in Wendy's head. Even though she wasn't one hundred percent certain she was pregnant and there was still a possibility of her not being pregnant, there were just too many signs pointing out the exact opposite.

She was mostly anxious about what would Stan's reaction be once he would hear the truth.

But before she could indulge herself into further thinking, the dark haired beauty jumped in surprise upon the sound of the front door clicking open.

Wendy's chocolate brown eyes immediately lit up upon seeing Stan walking inside their house.

''Hey pretty lady.'', the raven haired man smirked cheekily at his wife. Stan quickly hung his jacket onto the coat hanger and placed his paperwork on the armchair. He immediately sat down next to Wendy on the couch, and scooted closer to her.

"Hey yourself.", Wendy smiled at her cheeky husband. She leaned forward and pressed her lips onto Stan's for a few blissful seconds, before she pulled back, lacing their fingers together.

Even after being with Stan for eighteen years, he still knew how to make her blush like an absolute idiot. That was one of many things she loved and adored about him.

''How was your day?'', she sung sweetly.

"Nothing much. We've gotten some new projects to work on, and we're pretty close to finishing a couple of them. You know, same old same old."

"And what about you? You feeling better?", gently rubbing her hand with his thumb, Stan shoot Wendy a comforting smile.

The elated smile from Wendy's face dropped into a smirk. She licked her bottom lip nervously, thinking of what to say next.

"Well, even though I still have a few more days off of work, I did do some paperwork, arrange a few meetings for the higher-ups and some other legal stuff. I'm feeling just a little bit better than yesterday, though."

"Hmm, don't you think that you're perhaps stressing yourself a bit too much? That might be why you're not feeling the best."

"Well, why do you think my boss gave me a few days off of work? She told me it should only help me, but that still doesn't explain why I've thrown up once again this morning."

"Again? Wendy, don't you think we should go to the doctor and see what's causing you to throw up so much? Who knows, stress might be the main culprit for that."

Reluctantly looking away from Stan for the briefest moment, Wendy let out a sigh.

On one side, she wanted to brush off the thought of being too stressed, but on the flip side, she knew very well that the stress wasn't really the main reason why she hadn't been feeling well.

She had always been transparent to Stan, even if it meant discussing about serious topics like her potential pregnancy.

Stan's brow furrowed into a frown, as he patiently waited for his beautiful wife to respond back.

"Wendy, what's wrong?"

Inhaling in the deepest breath she probably had in her entire life, Wendy licked her bottom lip before she parted her lips and began speaking.

''Stan...", she began nervously, her eyes immediately meeting his.

"I know we've been discussing this for a while now and even I know we aren't the most prepared right now, but we're both twenty six right now and should be mature enough to deal with it..."

"I-I think I might be pregnant.", her voice wobbled, cracked as she finished her sentence. It was filled with nervousness, fear and anxiety.

Wendy's heart was pounding in her chest. She was anxiously anticipating what would be Stan's reaction to all of that.

The certain moment seemed to stretch on forever. She could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes. To say that she felt very, very scared was an understatement.

But, all of her worst thoughts and fears were thrown to the side as Stan gasped in surprise and his lips stretched into the biggest grin Wendy had ever seen. His crystal blue eyes were beaming and twinkling in an absolute surprise.

"W-what?", he laughed in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Shooting him the smallest possible smile, Wendy timidly nodded her head in response. She chewed down on her bottom lip nervously, fiddling with the hem of her comfortable black hoodie. Her eyes moved away from Stan's for the briefest moment, before she locked them back with his.

Wendy's negative thoughts were squashed even more as Stan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his warm, comforting embrace.

She let out a sob, trying desperately to hold back tears. She squeezed her arms around Stan's toned arms even more, tightening her grip. His hands ran through her gorgeous black hair, which definitely helped her settle down and ease her anxious feelings.

"Shh..Wendy, don't cry. Everything is going to be alright. I'm going to be here for you no matter what happens.", Stan's comforting words felt like an instant healing to Wendy, as she began to relax and subside her tears upon her husband gently stroking her back.

Lifting her head from the crook of his neck, Wendy's chocolate brown eyes lit up with hope.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm also nervous about you potentially being pregnant, but I know that we are going to be okay. We've been through thick and thin throughout the whole eighteen years we've been together.", an appreciative smile spread across Stan's face. He leant in and gently kissed Wendy on the cheek, tightening his grip on her.

"So, how are you feeling about all of this?", he continued.

"Stan, to say that I'm extremely nervous is an understatement. But I'm also really excited and anxious. I mean, what if we found out I'm not pregnant at all, then I would feel like total sh-", Wendy's anxious ramblings were abruptly cut short by Stan gently pressing his lips onto hers.

Gazing into his gorgeous blue eyes, she could see all the love and adoration twinkling inside them.

"Look, let's not think negatively right from the get go...", Stan pondered. "Even if you aren't pregnant, that's not going to make me stop loving you less, and neither it's going to stop us from trying, okay?"

Listening to Stan's assuring words, Wendy could nod in response. A small smirk appeared on her face, before she rested her head onto Stan's chest, hugging him around his torso.

"I guess throwing up would be one sign of me being pregnant."

Immediately chuckling at the memories of coating Wendy with his vomit when they were nine years old, Stan couldn't help himself.

"Oh, how the tables have turned.", he said sarcastically, as Wendy immediately burst out into laughter.

"Well, you're lucky that the majority of my vomit goes down the drain, and not in your face.", she pinched the tip of his nose playfully. A rather elated grin spread across her face.

"But apart from my morning vomiting episodes, I've been also feeling extremely moody for the past few weeks, my boobs became sore, my headaches hurt like shit...", Wendy groaned, "and my period's late for more than two weeks."

"Well, it all that sounds like you definitely are pregnant, but we're not going to be one hundred percent sure unless you do a pregnancy test."

"But uhm, I guess I'll have to drive you to pick one up.", Stan sighed, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Wendy simply shook her head at him, playfully nudging him.

"No actually, you don't have to. I bought one months ago because you know, just in case.", Wendy admitted sheepishly, biting down on her bottom lip. Instead of responding immediately, Stan simply leaned in and kissed Wendy's forehead gently.

"Well, I guess now it's the perfect opportunity to use it.", Stan chuckled, lacing his fingers with Wendy's.

The raven haired man got up from the couch and lead them from the living room all the way up to their bathroom.

Stan and Wendy's hearts were both pounding in their chests. They both felt really anxious and nervous, but also somewhat excited at the same time.

Walking into their bedroom, Stan sat down on the bed, while Wendy slid the door of her wardrobe open and after fishing through her clothes for a few seconds, she grabbed the box containing a pregnancy test.

Wendy soon joined Stan on the bed, carefully scanning the instructions written on the back of the box.

"So, what do you have to do?", he asked, his blue eyes scanning the instructions as well.

"So, it says I need to pee on a stick...", scrunching her nose up slightly, Wendy groaned, "and we need to wait for three minutes. If another line shows up beside the first one, then I'm pregnant."

"That's it? It sounds way easier than I had imagined it would be.", Stan curiously raised an eyebrow, before he moved his hand towards Wendy's thigh, giving it a supportive squeeze. He kissed her on the cheek gently, trying to assure her.

"Yeah, I guess it does. I'm gonna go do it now."

"Need a hand?"

"No Stan, thanks. You already did your part.", Wendy smirked cheekily at Stan, before she disappeared into their bathroom.

Blowing out a deep breath, Wendy focused herself.

She was prepping for the need to come, and within a few seconds, she felt relieving herself. Feeling the tiny droplets of warm liquid on her fingertips wasn't pleasant at all, but that was the absolutely last thing on the raven haired beauty's mind.

After she was done doing her business, Wendy pulled her sweatpants up, washed her hands and grabbed the pregnancy test with her back into the bedroom.

Exiting the bathroom, Wendy's eyes immediately mirrored Stan's. She could see the mixture of worry, love and nervousness forming in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. He had a worried facial expression, but Wendy couldn't help but smile at her husband.

"I did it. Now all we have to do is set a timer at three minutes and wait for the result."

"Alrighty then.", Stan said as he reached for his phone in his back pocket. Unlocking the device, he opened the timer app and set the three minute countdown.

Three minutes.

Three longest minutes of their lives. Three longest minutes of anticipation and nervousness about their futures. But also three minutes that potentially meant the biggest change in their lives so far.

Stan laced his fingers with Wendy's, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. He glanced at her, his eyes locking with hers.

"Stan, I'm so fucking nervous. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to go through these three minutes..."

"Wendy baby, relax. I'm also fucking nervous, but lets hope for the best, okay? Even if the result comes out as negative, we'll keep on trying. Now, we're gonna do this together."

Wendy could only nod in response. She smiled affectionately at Stan, before she brought her lips back to his, kissing him sweetly and gently over and over.

But before they could indulge themselves into their exchange even further, the couple jumped in surprise upon the timer counting down three minutes.

Swapping a worried look, both Stan and Wendy let out a deep breath.

Wendy slowly, but surely grabbed the pregnancy test, anxiously awaiting the result. Both Stan and Wendy shut their eyes tightly, but she soon opened one eye, immediately squealing loudly upon seeing the result.

Stan's eyes shot open upon hearing Wendy's squeal, and he soon figured out for himself why.

Seeing the positive result of the pregnancy test, Stan's eyes widened in an absolute surprise. All the moisture from his throat had vanished, but he did find some strength not to start crying from absolute happiness.

"Stan, it's positive! I'm pregnant!"

Wendy couldn't hide her excitement, but soon the emotions got the best of her as she bursted into tears, sobbing. Stan immediately pulled his wife into his warm embrace.

"I'm gonna be a dad!", Stan uttered excitedly, trying to refrain himself from diving into Wendy and kissing her over and over. But, emotions soon got the best of him as well.

He cupped both of Wendy's cheeks with his hands and kissed her with all the love and adoration he could muster. His hands soon moved downwards Wendy's slender waist and stopped at her hips. The raven haired beauty wrapped both of her arms around Stan's neck, pulling him into an ardent exchange. They both grinned into the kiss, lapping at each other over and over.

Reluctantly pulling away from his beautiful wife, Stan pecked her forehead tenderly.

"I still can't believe I'm going to be a dad."

"Neither can I believe. We made a baby, we made a baby Stan!", smiling like an absolute idiot at her husband, Wendy pulled him into another passionate kiss.

''You do realize that for the next nine months you will have to deal with me being absolutely insane?", Wendy began. "And that includes insane mood swings, craving all sorts of food, massaging my sore feet, and dealing with my constant peeing and insane backache?"

''Yes, and I'm willing to put up with that.'', Stan confessed, playfully pinching the tip of Wendy's nose, "But that's because I've been through everything and anything with you. And I wouldn't trade it for anything else in this world."

Wendy's eyes lit up at Stan's loving words, but before she could even manage to say a word, her eyes traveled down to see Stan pulling up the hem of her hoodie, revealing her still flat stomach.

Well, it was going to be flat for only a couple of more months.

Stan gently rubbed the soft skin of her stomach and soon leant forward. He placed a tender kiss on it, skimming his fingertips on it. Wendy could feel her heart racing upon Stan's gentle touch, and it raced even faster upon hearing Stan's next words.

''Hey little one.''

Wendy's heart absolutely soared in her chest. The irresistible blush formed in her cheeks, still not being able to comprehend that her dream had actually come true.

"Well little one, that is your daddy."

Chuckling at his wife's response, Stan moved upwards towards Wendy's lips, pressing his lips onto hers once again, running his hand through her long black hair and rubbing her stomach with his other free hand.

Pulling away for the briefest moment possible, Stan gazed deeply into Wendy's brown eyes.

"I love you Wendy."

"Love you too Stan, so fucking much."