I like the idea of a song in Finland. And I thought to make it into a story. And Stendy sort of... has the feeling to it you know?
Warnings: Cursing.
Ages: 20 both.
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Stan's POV.

I can't do this, I'm not going to do this, oh God. Why the hell did I choose today? Why didn't I wait? What the hell is wrong with me? Oh my fucking world... why do I always make the shit choices. I shouldn't, I should stay thinking about the choices I make rather than making them based on blind thoughts and blind trust in something outside of my control. But here I am again... why would I be? Stressing about all of it again, scared for her reaction again. I have a child for fucks sake. If she doesn't want this and we break up? What is my daughter's life going to be like?

"Hey, this is the place," Kyle says.

He pulls me up. I smile and thank him. He pulls Kenny up from behind me with his left hand... fucking show Off.

"Are the girls coming?" Kenny asks.

Kyle looks at his phone.

"'Hey Kyle (and others). We're there real soon, we'll make some kind of noise so you know we're coming. Remember to keep Stan calm, he's never looked more stressed in his fucking life. I like the idea you mentioned, we should totally do it. Text me more so we can figure everything out. Nichole from Bebe's phone.' Yup, they're very much coming now," Kyle says.

I can't help the stress getting to me, even though Nichole said to stay calm this is the moment of my fucking life and if I mess this up, everything I've build for 8 years is going to go in the air, as if it never actually existed. So of fucking course I'm stressed out of my mind.

"Kyle," I say.

Kenny goes off to the side with nothing to say.

"Yeah?" Kyle asks, surprised that I'm telling him something so close to the moment.

"This is really stressing me out, dude. What if something happens-?" I ask.

"What did you need, Stan? What do you really need for you to understand the situation is under control?" Kyle asks.

"I... Kyle, I can't do this," I say.

"What do you me-oooooh. Yes you can, dude! It's pretty easy," Kyle says.

He drags Kenny to us, gets on one knee and without laughing, asks,

"Will you marry me?"

"Kyle... our wedding is next month?" Kenny asks.

"Come on, I'm just showing Stan it's easy to do, that proposing isn't so fucking hard when you know the person really well," Kyle says.

"Yes. For the second time, I will," Kenny says.

"See, Stan?" Kyle asks, looking at me with a smile.

"First of all, you two are couple goals. Second of all, my future wive and I already have a child, it's going to be incredibly hard to marry while a two years old is at your feet. Third of all, if she says no and starts hating me, Wilma has lost her family," I say.

"Shut up about your shit and marry one of my best friends, Stan," Kenny says, getting annoyed at my constant stressing.

I laugh.

"Bebe, Nichole. Why are we going here?" Wendy's voice asks.

I freeze up and look at the guys. Kyle rolls his eyes and goes down to get them all.

"Hey Ky," Bebe says.

Kyle helps her up and then helps Nichole.

"Uncle Kyle!" Wilma says.

Kyle laughs and takes her in his arms.

"Hey there little angel. How's life been treating you?" Kyle asks.

"Uncle Kyle! What's daddy doing here?" Wilma asks.

Kyle sighs. I'm fairly certain Wendy didn't hear my little girl say that but we really should have done something in case she would hear it.

"It's a secret. Don't tell mommy he's here," he says.

I go behind the hut on the hill, trying to hide in a place where I can still hear. Oh god, Stan, don't have a panic attack. Breathe, in and out.

"Okay," Wilma says.

Kyle puts her down.

"Pretty day isn't it?" Kyle asks.

He helps Wendy up.

"What are you doing here?" Wendy asks.

"I understand that under the law, I may go here," Kyle says.

"Is this to get Wilma here?" Wendy asks.

Kyle laughs.

"No, sadly, I didn't know the little girl was coming," Kyle says.

Wilma is smiling, I almost can't help laughing at how goofy she's looks pretty much eating her fist just to not tell Wendy I'm here, looking at where I am every other second. Well, she's not good at surprises, good to know before i start depending on that fact.

"Are we going to eat out tonight?" Kenny asks, leading the conversation after a short while of complete silence.

"Why?" Wendy asks.

She sounds so confused it's adorable.

"My second book is out and selling pretty well. I think that's it... unless," Kenny says.

So that's my sign. Yeah, it is.

"Hey Wendy," I say.

"Stan! What are you doing here?" Wendy asks.

"What do you wanna do next summer?" I ask.

Bebe takes Wilma. Kyle laughs and looks at Nichole.

"When Token pops the question, can I hold your kid?" Kyle asks.

"I'm having twins. Both Bebe and you can hold my kids," Nichole says.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Wendy asks.

I laugh.

"Wendy. Would you, next summer, marry me?" I ask.

"I...I," Wendy says.

She takes a deep breath, smiling at me.

"Of course," she says.

The others start clapping, Wilma comes to us.

"What is it, my little angel?" I ask.

"Are you going to get married?" Wilma asks.

I nod, she shrieks very loudly.

"Yey! That's good! I was scared you never would," Wilma says.

Wendy laughs and takes her into her arms.

"My girls," I say.

I kiss Wendy, who keeps her hold on Wilma.

"Okay we get it, you're fucking adorable," Kyle says.