Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. You had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
You were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get início from work. Ponyboy had been watching you for today, making sure you “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck you again, and you just groan. “Baby Grace you are early. You aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” You talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are you ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” You answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey rato on TV. All of a sudden you really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can you get me some chocolate milk… Please?” You ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but you stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” You wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands you the carton. You unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
You spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” You say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” You clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
You wince as another contraction hits.
You might just be having a baby on the couch.
You were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get início from work. Ponyboy had been watching you for today, making sure you “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck you again, and you just groan. “Baby Grace you are early. You aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” You talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are you ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” You answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey rato on TV. All of a sudden you really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can you get me some chocolate milk… Please?” You ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but you stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” You wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands you the carton. You unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
You spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” You say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” You clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
You wince as another contraction hits.
You might just be having a baby on the couch.
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 ano old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 ano old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a soco to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a soco to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
