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 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.
