Here we go. The last chapter. But don't worry, wait out for the sequel. And the person whose title I chose as my sequel's name is –drum roll- Bliss. Bliss's idea was "Here Goes Nothing," but instead, I'm going to use "Here Goes Everything." I mean, be happy, your idea inspired my change of words. One more thing, Bliss, you are like, my favorite reviewer, only because your reviews are so funny to read. I'm glad you and the story are officially married. xD I really wish you would make a fanfiction account, because I would love to talk to you more! And to everyone else, I loved all of your ideas, so it was hard for me to choose, but anyway, I'm hoping you'll enjoy this final chapter. I don't know how I'm going to end this.

I lay on my bed with him on top of me. Stan's hands slowly worked his way down both of my sides, sending chills through my whole body. I took a breath when our lips parted for a single moment, enjoying this time with him.

My husband.

It was such a great thing to hear myself say.

Our tongues moved in unison with each others, exploring everywhere like it was a new world. And it was. It was my husband's mouth. My husband's hands. His everything.

I moaned in delight when my lower area felt the sensation it was waiting for. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep my face with his. He laughed slightly and we parted our mouths for a little while. I used my other hand to jerk his throbbing cock, trying to give him as much ecstasy as I was getting.

"Ngh… Stan… harder…" I moaned into his ear. He chuckled slightly and picked up the pace, thrusting his hips at a faster speed than before. "Oh fuck…" I breathed out; pushing myself towards him, hoping it would feel even better.

It did.

He angled himself a little bit differently, hitting my prostate and causing me to let out a yelp. The upper half of my body stiffened as my breathing pattern went haywire. After another 5 or 10 minutes and both of us were tired, he stopped.

I fell onto my bed, attempting to catch my breath. Stan curled up next to me, his naked body pressed against mine, and we feel asleep.

When I woke up that morning, I was in the bed alone with a t-shirt and boxers on. I figured that Stan had dressed me. He was so sweet that way. I stretched my arms towards the ceiling and threw them back down after I heard a crack.

I stretched my legs over the side of my bed and stood up; taking in an aroma that now filled the air. I headed out of the room and into the kitchen where Stan stood over the stove, cooking something in a pan.

I came up from behind him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Morning," I say.

He turns around and smiles, pulling me into a hug and connecting our lips.

"Morning," he answers back.

I smile and sit on a stool next to the counter.

"What time is it?" I say, rubbing my eyes to recover from my sleep.

"Almost noon. We've been up for a few hours," he laughs.

I raise an eyebrow and smirk. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Stan laughs again. "You look so damn cute when you're sleeping."

I feel my face heat up, but I smile anyway. Stan begins piling some food onto a plate, and turns around to hand it to me.

"Here ya go," he says.

"Thanks," I reply, taking the plate and heading into the living room. I take a seat next to Kenny who is watching some News Report. "Why don't you put something good on?" I laugh.

"This is good, look." He gestures to the TV, turning up the volume quickly with the remote.

"In other news, Wendy Testaburger saved her whole family from a fire, supposedly caused by Craig Tucker, who is now being investigated. Here to give us some information about the subject is Wendy now."

Cartman walked out from his room to sit in front of the TV, and Stan stopped was he was doing for a minute to come and watch too.

Wendy appeared on the new screen with her younger cousin, mom, and dad.

"I was waking up early like I usually do, when I smelt something burning downstairs. I couldn't tell what it was a first, so I when down to investigate, figuring that maybe someone had burnt breakfast or something. But when I got down, I noticed that there was a small fire starting up in the corner of the house, and raising to the second floor. I screamed for my mom and dad, who came down, and rushed out of the house. Then I ran up to grab my phone to call the fire department, and get Lindsey out of her room," Wendy explained.

Lindsey began to pipe up, needing to tell her part of the story.

"I woke up from the screaming and stuff, but when I got out of bed, I noticed that there was like, a huge wall of fire starting up in the middle of the room, and it was super scary!" The brunette exclaimed. "But Wendy, she found her way around it. Wendy got a water bottle and made like, a little entrance thing for me to go through without touching the fire. Without her, I probably wouldn't be here right now," Lindsey smiled, hugging Wendy around the waist and nuzzling her head into her shoulder.

"It was no problem," Wendy muttered, ruffling her younger cousin's hair.

The people on the television talked for a while about bravery acts, and then went to some other new report.

"That was… interesting…" Cartman says.

Stan raises an eyebrow. "Hey Ky?"


"That was the little girl that we saw at the park the other day, right? The one that caught us… you know."

I nod, "Yeah that was her. Isn't she so adorable?"

"Yeah, she looks so much like Wendy," Kenny inspects. He shut the TV off.

"Onto something else," Stan begins. "Kyle and I are moving out."

"What, where?" Kenny questions in a fake sounding tone, raising both eyebrows.

"New Jersey," I answer.

"When?" Cartman asks.

"We haven't really talked about when…" I make known.

"We're going next week," Stan interjects.

"What? We haven't even picked out a house!' I yell.

"Oh the contraire," he smiles, taking the remote from the coffee table and hoping over the couch to sit on it. He flicks on the television and presses a few buttons, coming up to a virtual tour.

"This is the outside of the house," he presses a few more buttons and sets the remote down. "And it's going to give us a full tour," Stan puts his hands behind his head, obviously proud of himself. I watch the screen in awe. The house was amazing.

"Dude, this is amazing! It must have cost a fortune though…" I inspect.

"Not at all. The down payment was cheap, and I know that we can keep up with the monthly payments if we try."

"This is so cool, dude." I hug him.

"I know, right?" He laughs. "And we're leaving next week. I've booked us plane tickets, and we'll be on our way."

"Aw, so we've gotta stay here on our own?" Kenny pouts.

Stan laughs and nudges Kenny with his elbow in the side.

"Oh just shut up and tell him already."

"I got us a house down the street from theirs," Kenny tells Cartman. It's not as big and nice as theirs, but it's pretty damn close. We're all leaving for Jersey next week."

Cartman chuckles and nods. "This is gonna be great."

"Sure is," I say.

Please… please don't kill me for the worst ending in the history of endings. I tired to wrap it up, but I ended up throwing so much worthless shit in there. I needed something to make the chapter seem a little bit longer than it actually it. –shot-

I do not deserve reviews on this. -_- I honestly don't know why I keep putting myself as an OC in there.

So, you can review if you want. Look out for the third part to my trilogy which will probably be up within a week called "Here Goes Everything."

Thanks for all the reviews, I hope I can break the record with over 100 reviews on the next story too! Bye everyone! ^^