toi were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. toi couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.
toi hear the front door open. Darry was accueil now. toi take another deep breath, and sit at the cuisine table.
Just breathe.
He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.
toi swallow. “I got a call.” Is all toi manage to say.
“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.
“Soda’s dead.” toi blurt out.
The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.
He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will toi please tell me why?” toi were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. toi were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and toi loose it. toi put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, salut everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks toi up an places toi in his lap.
He rocks toi back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, toi know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” toi say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” toi smile.
He looks up at toi in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the canapé to face you.
toi just smile.
He scoops toi up into a giant hug.
How were toi going to tell him toi got laid off?
Y’all needed money… toi had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course toi had to lose your job.
toi walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. toi were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of toi sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” toi mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. toi don’t have to…” toi start.
“No.. I’d make plus money than toi would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
toi turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” toi laugh, as toi lean down to scoop the snow.
toi are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. toi feu back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles toi into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” toi laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
toi were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
toi start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are toi cold?”
“Yeah.” toi nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” toi smile.
He picks up the naked two an old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
toi were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did toi and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
toi look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
toi can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” toi scold. toi glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” toi say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, toi pig.” toi laugh.
“Nah, I l’amour just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I l’amour you.” toi whisper.
“Not as much as I l’amour you.” He squeezes you.
“Are toi crying?” toi ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes toi are, toi 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. toi 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 toi as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
