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Sunshine draped into the small apartment bedroom, where Eric Cartman slept. The sun awoke him, irritating his eyes. He took a deep breath and stretched. He looked to his side, and saw that Butters wasn’t there, is he already up? It’s liked fuckin’ seven am!
The brunet quickly grabbed a grey shirt and walked into the kitchen, where he found Butters making pancakes. Eric smiled and walked over to the blond, hugging him from behind, and the brunet could feel the blond’s smile through his back. A few minutes passed of them in silence, as Butters flipped the pancakes over to make sure both sides were thoroughly baked.
Butters chuckled, “I’m making strawberry pancakes for Bailey,” Butters flipped the pancake over, “It’s even crab shaped.”
“Mm, I thought she hated strawberries?”
“Guess not.” Butters hummed a tune.
“Probably gets it from me, hated those little shits as a kid.
Butters giggled, “Ya’ve gotten real soft over the years,” Eric scoffed, “I think it’s real cute.”
“Yew’re so gay.” Eric smiled, he loved his husband.
“You’re too, and plus, you need to wake Bailey, I’m almost done with the pancakes.”
“Alright.” Eric got up and began to walk towards Bailey’s room.
He had all he ever wanted, Butters, a house of his own, and unexpectedly, Bailey. Sometimes he remembered the times in fourth grade, where he an asshole just to get attention, just because his mother, and maybe entire fucking family, was a shitty one. Maybe in high school it got better, maybe once he finally confessed to Butters, but it didn’t matter anymore. He loved Butters and he loved Bailey. He had everything he ever wanted.