Sorry if this is a tad bit OOC, it's my first attempt at a South Park fanfic, please review and tell me what you think!

As usual, there was a tense silence all around the table, and as usual, that silence wasn't missed by the ginger boy sitting between his two daddies. He glared down at his cheese burger angrily, and successfully mimicked the look his brunette father was giving the redhead. Well, that's genetics for you. The redhead returned a similar look, only with gritted teeth, and eventually he let out an irritated sigh. "Cartman," The redhead said sternly, although no matter how he said it, it would have been clear that he was serious, after all he only ever used that nickname on his husband when there was something really bothering him.

Cartman also sighed in irritation, making the other man grit his teeth again. "Can this wait Kyle? I'd like to finish my dinner." He asked, or more like stated, in his professional tone before continuing eating as if nothing had been said.

"Cartman!" Kyle growled, clenching his fists too this time, he hated when the brunette treated him like a child, and especially in front of their son! He'd had enough of this, he was sure that the only thing keeping them together was their son, and Kyle was starting to think that maybe even he'd benefit from getting away from there.

"Dammit Kyle! Can we not do this in front of Kenny!?" Cartman snapped; Kyle glared at him once more before standing up and storming out of the kitchen.

"Well, maybe we'd have more places to do this if we weren't so goddamn poor!" Kyle yelled from the bedroom threshold, which was only a few metres from the table.

"Well, maybe if you could get a job we'd have more money! You're a Jew for fuck sake!" Cartman shot up from his seat as he spoke and pointed an accusing finger at the male standing on the other side of the room (and half in another room).

"Well, maybe if you could hold down a job, you racist piece of shit, I wouldn't have to get one!" Kyle threw his hands up in exasperation, it was the same old stuff over and over again, and he couldn't believe he was still hearing it. "Gah! My mother was right, you are an asshole!"

"You really need your mother to tell you that Jewboy; You were saying it for years before I got in your pants." Cartman lowered his voice into a matter-of-fact like tone, and Kyle was on the verge of pulling out his hair.

"How dare you bring that up in front of our son, you sick fuck!" Kyle stepped back into the room, a sign that this argument was getting serious, and probably going to get violent. Kenny slid down into his chair after noticing this, he felt like crying, but he didn't let the tears fall. The ginger boy knew that it was his fault they were strapped for cash, his fathers on and off jobs would be enough to support them if he didn't always need money for school books and excursions, every time he asked for money to go see a movie they always gave it to him, even though they knew it was money they really didn't have.

"Our son!?" Eric scoffed. "He's my son, Jewboy, mine!" He pointed to himself to emphasise his statement as he took a step closer to Kyle and Kenny almost did cry, he knew that he would when the first blow came, he always did. He hated that sound more than any other, he hate the bruises on their faces, the pain in their eyes, and the teary makeups that only happened in his dreams. They never made up, only moved on.

However, this time the blow never came, before Cartman could get close enough to him Kyle stepped back and slammed the bedroom door in his face and that was the end of it. Cartman didn't push the matter, but instead sat back down at the table and continued to angrily force down his burger, and then what was left of Kyle's.

Eric slept on the couch that night, unwilling to face Kyle, who would've probably sent him to go and sleep on the couch anyway; at least this way he still got to keep some of what's left of his dignity. Kenny had taken the plunge and gone into his parent's bedroom, well, after he'd finished crying that was. For someone without a soul, Kenny sure had a heart, and he wasn't afraid to cry when he needed to, and that was the reason Cartman secretly thought his son was pussy (even if he took after him in that retrospect).

As always, Kyle was fully prepared to pack him bags and leave, but just couldn't to do it. He'd always reasoned with himself, saying that he had to stay for his son, for their family, but even now when there was nothing holding him back, even when he was sure that even their son would be better off without his biological father, he still couldn't bring himself to go. Kyle sighed and flopped back onto his bed; maybe he could leave tomorrow, he knew that wasn't true but told himself anyway so as not to feel weak, with nothing left keeping him, he had no reason not to go.

The door slowly creaked open and Kyle sat up on his bed; a little boy walked with pale skin and a familiar old green hat, Kyle smiled at this, he was his son, even if they weren't related. "What's up buddy?"

Kenny fidgeted for a moment, staring at the ground and refusing to meet his dad's eyes, before saying: "Please don't leave, I know you and daddy fight a lot, but he really does love you." Sometimes Kyle was really surprised by how observant his child could be, this was one of those times; Kyle often considered leaving his husband, but the one time that he was seriously considering this was the time that Kenny chose to confront him about it.

Kyle sighed, it was about time him and his son sat down and talked about this, he'd witnessed all of their fights, been there for the brawls, so he owed the boy an honest explanation for them. "Kenny, come and sit down." The redhead tapped the spot next to him on the bed and Kenny pounced over and sat down. "Grr, how do I explain this to an eight year old?" He mumbled to himself, as Kenny sat and listened patiently. "Okay, well, remember how when you were six your dad gave you that stuffed frog?" Kyle asked, Kenny nodded his head and waited for his father to continue. "Well, at the time it was a really great, but now he's all dirty and old, and you no longer have any real interest in him." Kyle gave Kenny a moment to process the information.

"So, daddy's dirty and old? And that's why you guys fight all the time?" Kenny asked, tilting his head in confusion, this didn't make any sense to him, how exactly did a human get too 'dirty and old' for their husband.

Kyle laughed silently; moments of naivety like these ones were what made him glad that they'd moved out of South Park before starting a family. "No, no, no! What I mean is, we've grown apart. You got tired of Clyde frog so you needed to get a new toy, that's pretty much the same thing."

Kenny nodded his head before getting off of the bed and making his way towards the door, before leaving Kenny turned towards Kyle, once again staring at the ground, and muttered: "I don't think daddy's tired of you at all." Before leaving for bed, and only after he'd left did Kyle realise that he'd forgotten to say 'goodnight'.

Kyle slept better that night then he usually did after a fight, normally he slept like an insomniac, tossing and turning and waking up every hour or so. However, that wasn't necessarily a good thing; maybe if Kyle had woken up at least once that knight, he would have at least known how he'd ended up in the place that he had, the familiar room that he couldn't quite recognise.

Kyle was so busy examining the room, and trying to figure out why it felt so familiar, when it he knew it wasn't part of his house, or one of his friend's, that he hadn't even taken the time to look at himself, and see how he himself was different. Eventually a voice rang up the stairs, "Hurry up Kyle, or you're going to be late for school!"

"Coming ma!" Kyle yelled back instinctively. Wait, school? Then he realised why he felt as though he recognised this room, it was his. Kyle slowly got out of bed and gasped when he hit the ground, then he finally looked at his body. "Ahhh!" This had to be a dream, nothing this fucked up ever happened, not even when he lived in South Park! Kyle felt like he was going to pass out, if he was even awake.