toi were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get accueil from work. Ponyboy had been watching toi for today, making sure toi “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck toi again, and toi just groan. “Baby Grace toi are early. toi aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” toi talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are toi ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” toi answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey souris on TV. All of a sudden toi really wanted some chocolat milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can toi get me some chocolat milk… Please?” toi 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 toi stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” toi 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 toi the carton. toi unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
toi 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!” toi 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.” toi clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
toi wince as another contraction hits.
toi might just be having a baby on the couch.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down suivant to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like toi that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
