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.
***
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on topo, início of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on topo, início of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
We were sitting on the curb at two in the morning outside of the store. The boys were having a smoke while y’all were playing poker.
“Damnit, its freezing.” Two-Bit says, rubbing his arms. You heard some crazy lady yelling and screaming aboout some sale, and he smiled.
“I bet Soda’s warm.” Steve chuckles.
“Shut up.” Soda blushes.
“It’s your fault we’re here, Soda.” Two-Bit grins. “If you didn’t have a huge, totally obvious crush-“
“I said shut up.” His face gets even redder.
“I want to trade two cards in,” you say, handing them in.
Some lady came over, looking at you. She started yelling in your face about the scarf sale, her breath reeked of alcohol.
Two-Bits dying of laughter, but Soda pushes the lady away.
“You ok?” He asks.
“Damnit, its freezing.” Two-Bit says, rubbing his arms. You heard some crazy lady yelling and screaming aboout some sale, and he smiled.
“I bet Soda’s warm.” Steve chuckles.
“Shut up.” Soda blushes.
“It’s your fault we’re here, Soda.” Two-Bit grins. “If you didn’t have a huge, totally obvious crush-“
“I said shut up.” His face gets even redder.
“I want to trade two cards in,” you say, handing them in.
Some lady came over, looking at you. She started yelling in your face about the scarf sale, her breath reeked of alcohol.
Two-Bits dying of laughter, but Soda pushes the lady away.
“You ok?” He asks.
“What are you guys doing?” You ask, kinda weirded out at Soda and Steve.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” You say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask you out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” You say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask you out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Can I come in now?” You hear Soda whisper from the hallway. It sounded like he was sniffling a little.
“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes you are, you big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. You want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes you are, you big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. You want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
You walked into the Curtis house and you saw Ponyboy sitting there leitura his book. "Hey Pony, are you ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, oi Soda, can you come here for a minute." You and Ponyboy have been friends for a couple days now and he promised he would show you his favorito book, and you never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no camisa on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," you couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take you to the dingo for a coke?" You nod but then remember that you were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure you can go and here take the book, you can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading you out the door. "Hey sodapop!" pónei, pônei yelled, "you know you only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave you a quick kiss then ran to go get cloths.
***
Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
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Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
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