Hiya! New story and it's complete (gasp)

I actually started writing this story really early last year right when I got pregnant and tried to finish it before I popped; unfortunately I lost all ability, inspiration, drive (whatever you want to call it) about 2/3 months to my due date and I never finished writing.

Luckily my spark is slowly returning and i'm trying to find my writing style again :)

anyway!

Expect boyXboy romance: Bunny & Style (with my usual side-order of Creek)

course language

angst

fluff

plus: I don't own anything but the story, all characters and places belong to Matt & Trey (plus Comedy Central)

You, Me & The Baby

It wasn't as cold as it had been previous days but it was windy with an icy edge, making it sharp and bitter.

However, it didn't stop the young population of South Park, Colorado, from going out into the world and enjoying their weekend; some went to the arcade, others went to the mall, but most to Starks Pond to ice skate.

Fifteen year old Butters Scotch was never invited out on the weekends, sometimes Tweek invited him to his family's coffee shop but twitchy Tweek had gone off with Craig and Token, once again leaving Butters alone.

But then again Butters was used to being alone; at school nobody noticed him, sometimes even being missed off the register. At home his parents were rarely there, going off on holiday for weeks, months, at a time and only leaving Butters with just the right amount of money to live off.

It was well into the afternoon when Butters decided to venture out into the icy day; the several inches of snow soaked quickly through the young blond's worn jeans and into his old snow boots, making his walk through South Park uncomfortable.

Butters heard the joyful laughter of his classmates before he saw them; the frozen over pond was filled with the hormone filled students of South Park High; Token was showing off his state of the art skates to a bunch of giggling girls.

Clyde was having a hard time staying up-right, constantly falling onto the hard ice and then pretending not to cry before trying again.

At the very edges of the pond were Craig and Tweek, hand-in-hand, blank looking Craig was carefully handling the twitching, paranoid blond and gently taking him around the ice.

Cartman couldn't seem to get the hang of skating so he was storming from one side of the pond to the other, slamming his skate clad feet hard onto the ice.

Both Stan and Kyle were well and truly showing off; having both become highest ranking in their respectable sports, football for Stan and basketball for Kyle, they were very athletic and knew how to move their well toned bodies.

Poorest kid in town Kenny was arguing with the anti-Christ Damien, it seemed to get heated quite quickly as Kenny brandished a cross in Damien's face, causing the devil's son to flee to where Gary the Mormon was playing guitar.

Slowly Butters approached the pond, only then realising that he hadn't brought his skates, as he reached the frozen edge Craig was guiding Tweek past.

"hey fellas." Butters greeted cheerfully.

Tweek twitched violently but smiled while Craig shot him a deathly glare.

"Hey, ark, Butters." Tweek said, still not letting go of Craig's hand, "gah! You here to, jesus, skate?"

but before Butters could reply Craig flipped him the bird, "fuck off Stotch." he snapped nasally and led a confused looking Tweek away.

Butters smiled sadly, he was used to being mistreated so it didn't hurt as much as it used to; deciding that nobody was going to acknowledge him Butters turned to leave, making tracks across some untouched snow, not paying attention to where he was walking and leaving the laughter behind him.

Wondering down random back alleys Butters was happy not to come across anyone else, just some cats that weren't too friendly, but he suddenly came across a haggled, thin looking woman clutching a bundle of dirty blankets.

"are, uh, are you okay mam'?" Butters asked kindly.

The woman turned her wild, dilated eyes on Butters but he didn't flinch, his mom had those same eyes when she had taken on too many painkillers.

When she stood the woman's legs didn't look like they would support her but they did and she approached the blond, sniffing violently and scratching at the naked flesh on her arms around the blanket.

Butters was about to ask again if she was okay but she shoved the blankets into his arms, mumbled something incoherent and then rushed off before Butters knew what was happening.

Suddenly the blanket moved, startling Butters back into the real world, shifting the dirty blankets gently the blond was confronted with a pair of big brown eyes; the small baby within the filthy blanket couldn't have been more that three months old, no teeth, chubby cheeks and soft wisps of blond hair.

Looking around frantically Butters tried to find the woman again but she was gone, not even leaving footprints in the worn down snow.

The baby cooed gently from within the blankets and Butters held the bundle a little bit tighter before decided the do something; if he took the baby to the police he would be leaving an innocent baby with a bunch of morons but if he left it here the baby would die.

Weighing up the two options Butters made a third option, to take the small baby home and look after it until he came across it's mother again.

Butters moved quickly to get the small baby out of the icy cold; his house was only warmer because it was protected from the wind, closing all the doors, windows and curtains Butters gently placed the baby on the couch.

Helping the baby wriggle free Butters was met with a disturbing sight, beside the blanket the baby, who was a boy, wore nothing else, not even a diaper and shivered instantly.

The baby boy whined softly as Butters threw the filthy blanket across the living room and immediately wrapped him in a spare soft blanket that had been draped across the back of the couch; the baby gripped Butters finger, snuggling closer into the warmth.

Butters felt a great rush of love and happiness spread through his whole body as the baby boy wiggled and cooed softly, still gripping his finger tightly.

Suddenly remembering that his parents had kept all of his baby things, probably if they had another child, a better child, but never got around it to; everything had been kept in a corner of the basement.

Holding the baby boy much closer Butters ventured down into the cold basement, easily finding the baby things, everything was a powder blue colour with bunnies sewn onto them; grabbing the Moses basket the blond placed the little boy within.

Digging in the boxes Butters found a baby bag and filled it with important things; bottles, diapers, cream, bibs, wipes, rattles and lots of baby-grows, also a few tiny clothes in soft pastel colours.

When Butters took the Moses basket back upstairs he noticed the baby was still watching him with very interested eyes; placing both basket and bag in the living room the blond decided that the baby needed two very important things; a bath and a name.

"would you like a bath big eyes?" Butters hummed kindly and lifted the baby boy out of the basket.

The baby squealed happily, snuggling instantly into Butters chest.

While Butters ran the bath in his large white bathroom he tried to figure out how to bathe the baby safely; just placing the baby in the tub would cause him to drown but he didn't have anything to place the baby in and, finally, decided to simply get in with the baby boy.

Butters hadn't been naked in front of anyone since he was about ten, even then Cartman had forced him to be naked, but it felt nice to have a small, soft, if not slightly cold, baby snuggled, also naked, into his chest.

The water was slightly cold when Butters climbed in but he was used to near burning himself whenever he bathed and he knew that babies couldn't wash in very hot water; quite a lot of dirt came off the tiny body, sometimes the baby boy whimpered but Butters was very careful, especially on some of the little cuts and bruises covering the tiny body.

Both wrapped in towels Butters and the baby went back into the living room and they both sat on the couch in silence, Butters gently stroking the soft fluff of hair on the baby's head, who suddenly became irate and began to cry.

Butters panicked slightly, after checking the new diaper, finding it clean, trying a pacifier, only to have it spat out and rocking him gently in his arms the blond rationalised that the baby was hungry; the only problem was that there was no formula anywhere in the house.

Setting the still crying baby in the Moses basket Butters ran back into the basement and dug out his pram which was only slightly dusty; he spent a few agonizing minuets of the baby crying his poor lungs out Butters finally got the pram unfolded and ready to go.

Dressing the baby boy in a blue baby-grow and a fuzzy all-in-one with a hood, complete with bunny ears, but also a lightly blue colour.

Still crying quite loudly Butters strapped the baby into the pram, the blond quickly throwing on any warm clothes he could find a very strange thought popped into his head; glancing over at the bawling baby who was dressed in blue and in a blue pram with a blue pacifier clipped to his bunny suit.

"i think I'll call you Blue." Butters told the crying babe softly.

For a moment the baby boy stopped crying, his face slightly red from where he had rubbed away his own tears and some fat, crystal tears were forming in the corners but Butters took the silence as a good thing.