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Two month’s have passed, Max has gotten use to how things have been now, he spent the weekday’s with Tweek and weekends with Craig. That’s what his parents agreed on till the courts decide on who gets what custody. It’s a Friday morning before school, Marilyn and Max are sitting down beside each other, eating the pancakes Tweek had cooked. Stan walked downstairs, in his work uniform.
“Morning” Stan says, sighing and sitting down at the table. Tweek looked over at him and puts down a cup of coffee on the table for Stan “Thanks” he smiled, picking up the cup and sipping from it.
“Hey dad?” Max says, looking up at Tweek while taking a bite of his pancakes. Tweek looked back at Max while cutting up a pancake for Khalil before putting it down on the highchair table for him.
“Hm?” Tweek responded, grabbing a plate of pancakes for Stan, putting it on the table for him. Max looked at them, he raised a brow when he noticed Stan run his fingers along Tweek’s hand.
“When are we like- going home?” Max asked, Marilyn sipped her own coffee and raised a brow, Stan looked at Max and then at Tweek.
“Max. . .w-what do you mean?” Tweek asked, tilting his head as he sighed, sitting beside Stan. Max stopped mid-chew and looked at Tweek.
“To our house, so I can go home and sleep in my room again” Max responded, looking down at his food “I get it, your getting divorced dad but- I wanna go home” He added, poking at his pancakes. Tweek looked between Stan and Max.
“. . .Maxie- this is our h-home now- me and Stan talked about it and well- he said we could live here. I don’t work, your father was the bread-winner and- I can’t afford a house on my disability payment, you know that.” Tweek explained to his son, Stan remained quiet as he listened to Tweek speak “So, in return for letting us live here, I do the housework, cooking and mind Khalil while Stan works” Tweek looked at Max as he says all this, he can see the unpleased look on his sons face.
“But I don’t want to live here.” Max retaliated, gripping his fork tightly. Tweek frowned, looking at him. Stan glanced at Tweek and decided to take it upon himself to add into the conversation.
“Max. It’s for the better you and your dad live somewhere else, with how your dad and father’s relationship is-” Before Stan can finish, Max slammed his fist on the table, annoyed by Stan getting involved.
“Shut up, Stan! I didn’t ask for your impute! It’s between me and my dad!” Max says, standing up quickly which knocked his chair back. Tweek looked shocked at Max’s outburst. Tweek looked at his son confused and worried.
“Maxie- stop, calm down, there’s no need for you to be yelling like this-” Tweek tried to deescalate the situation, frowning as he looked at his son who was getting progressively angrier causing Tweek to tear up from the fighting, Max didn’t normally get like this and Tweek was feeling more emotional than normal “Max stop yelling, please- I d-don’t think I can handle that r-right now-“ he sniffled, looking up at his son.
“Why are you crying?! Maybe father was right! You are too much work- you don’t care how I feel-” Stan didn’t know why but Max’s attitude rubbed him the wrong way, causing him to stand up as well.
“Don’t you speak to your dad like that!” Stan snapped, glaring at Max, pointing at him with his index finger “You don’t know what your dad has been doing for you! He’s not the problem here, Maximus. Your father was the one who cheated! Not him!” he snarled, glaring at him “Have some more respect, for crying out loud.” Stan finished off as Max glared at him, gritting his teeth before grabbing his school bag and storming towards the front door, Tweek got up and followed after him, feeling anxious and overwhelmed.
“Max- wait!” He yelled after his son who just flipped him off in response. Tweek watched silently as Max walked off and frowned, before walking back inside and rushing upstairs to Stan’s bedroom, going inside and closing the door.
Stan sighed and followed Tweek upstairs, Marilyn watched worried before getting up and following Max out the door to find him, Tweek sat on the bed crying, trying to stop the tears as he wiped his eyes but coughed due to feeling so overwhelmed. He frowned and looked at the door as it opened, Stan walked over and sat beside him, rubbing his back.
“Hey, look. . .teenagers are like that.” Stan sighed, rubbing Tweek’s shoulder as he pulled him towards him, one of his hands moved up into his hair, running his fingers through his golden locks.
“I know. . .I’m s-sorry. . .” Tweek sniffled, frowning and hiccupping “I just- He’s making me feel like I’m not doing enough” He says as his voice cracked, he frowned and looked up at him “How am I meant to even tell him a-about the baby?” Tweek hiccupped, looking up at Stan.
Stan frowned and looked at him, he sighed, frowning and leaning down towards him, placing his forehead against Tweek’s. Tweek leaned on him and closed his eyes. Tweek sighed and held one of Stan’s hands.
“. . .alright, I have to go to work. . .just take it easy, okay?” Stan says, he hesitated but leaned into Tweek and kisses his forehead, causing Tweek to tense up in surprise. Tweek looked at him and then smiled softly, he nodded.
“A-alright. . . I will” Tweek says, getting up and going downstairs with Stan, Tweek picked up Khalil and stood at the front door as Khalil waved to Stan who smiled and waved back before getting into his car and leaving.
Once Stan is gone, he goes inside and closed the door, sitting down on the couch with Khalil and sighed, Khalil cuddled up to him and watched the cartoon Tweek put on the T.V. Tweek had missed having a baby, he always got so bored when Max was in school and Craig was at work when he still lived with him, so Khalil’s presents was making him feel better.
Khalil cuddled into Tweek, his head on Tweek’s stomach as he sucked on his soother just happily watching the T.V when all of a sudden, his phone goes off. He looked at the screen and his face dropped as he see’s Craig’s number pop up, he feels nervous but he can’t avoid Craig forever so he picked up the phone.
Marilyn sat beside Max at lunch, finally being able to talk to him after he stormed off this morning. Ezekiel was stroking Max’s hair and silently as he tried to make him calm down, he looked upset, sure it wasn’t a huge frown but Max was never very expressive.
“. . .hey Max” She says, sitting down across from them, looking at them. Max looked at her and sighed.
“Yeah?” Max responded looking at her, she leaned over a little and sighed.
“You coming home with me after school?” She asked, taking a sip of her milk. Max stared at her and scrunched up his nose.
“No offence but no, I don’t wanna stay in your house anymore” He sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich, looking down at the table. Marilyn raised a brow at him as she exchanged a looked with Ezekiel who gives her a small apologetic look as if he knew where this was going.
“. . .why?” She asked confused, she put her milk down, staring at Max, her mouth slightly agape.
“I miss my house- and my father. . .I think I’ll go stay with my father for a while- look, I just want to go sleep in my out bed” He groaned, looking back up at Marilyn. Marilyn nodded slowly and pulled her yellow cardigan over her shoulders again.
“That’s fair. . .I guess” Marilyn shrugged, looking at him as she poked at her food and shrugged.
“I’m also pissed off with my dad. . .” Max finally admitted, looking at her and sighing. Marilyn raised a brow while Ezekiel silently ate his food, she suddenly realized he knew what Max was about to tell her.
“Go on, tell me.” Marilyn encouraged cautiously as Max sits up straight and stared her right in the face looking confused.
“You don’t know?” He asked her, Marilyn shakes her head no, crossing her arms as Max took a moment and just stared at her.
“. . .Mari- my dad’s pregnant again.” He finally says, looking at her, Marilyn blinked in surprise and stared at him with her mouth agape.
“Oh! Is that a- bad thing? He could have been pregnant before he left your father?” She asked, tilting her head as she tried to suggest the most possible thing.
“Mari. It’s your father’s baby.” Max snarled, getting angry at the thought. Marilyn just froze, looking at him as if he said the craziest thing ever.
“W-woah woah what?” She splurged out, staring at him in shock as she leaned back, gripping the lunch table “When did he tell you?” she asked as she gripped the table tighter.
“. . .yesterday.” He says, looking at her, before looking away. She stared at him, still processing everything.
“Oh shit.” Marilyn blurted out, staring at him.
Tweek sat at the kitchen table with Craig, he sipped his tea and glanced at him, Khalil was on the kitchen floor and playing with his toy cars, bashing them together.
“Go on.” Tweek says, looking at Craig who was tapping his finger on the table, he sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“I- wanted to say sorry.” Craig mumbled, looking at him with those rustic gold eyes Tweek use to forgive in a heartbeat. Tweek frowned, his hormones where all over the place, being both off his meds and pregnant.
“. . .whatever.” Tweek mumbled, taking a few mouthfuls of his tea, Khalil looked up at Tweek and Craig before standing up and rushing over, hugging Tweek’s leg as he tried to grab his pacifier from Tweek’s hand, Tweek hands it to him as Khalil suckled on it while looking over at Craig, looking over at him as he talked.
“Look- I don’t want you to take me back and- I’ll sign the divorce paper’s if that’s what you really want.” Craig started, looking at him “I came over to tell you Max wants to stay with me for a while.” Craig stated, looking at the blonde man, Tweek’s eyes widen and his frown is big.
“. . .Max- didn’t tell me that.” Tweek mumbled, looking down at the table and tapped the side of his cup.
“Yeah. . .he called me last night. . .he uh- he told me you’re pregnant.” Craig admitted, rubbing the back of his neck “with Stan’s baby.” He added on, looking at Tweek who looked up at him and frowned.
“. . .Yeah.” Tweek answered quietly “We got drunk and- one thing led to another” Tweek admitted, looking down, Craig shakes his head.
“I don’t care how it happened, as long as- as long as your happy” Craig says, Tweek looked up at him and after a few moments of silence, gives him a small smile.
“. . .thanks. . .” Tweek responded, looking to make sure Khalil was okay, Craig leaned back in his chair.
“Do you want me to help you move your things out?” He asked, Tweek had already informed him he was living with Stan permanently, Tweek looked back at him and nodded.
“I’d appreciate that, yeah” Tweek responded “and we should talk about custody” Tweek added, Craig nodded and crossed his arms.
“Yeah, we should.” He nodded, looking at Tweek who was rubbing the small bump forming in his stomach while watching Khalil run around the kitchen. Craig sighed and looked at Tweek, he knew he could never have him back but seeing Tweek pregnant again brought back memories of when they where having Max and made him feel warm inside.
Tweek was happy, that’s what mattered and Craig knew he had been an asshole, Now all that was left was for Craig to talk to Max who he knew was angry about the pregnancy. He needed to make sure Max didn’t hold a grudge against Tweek for this.