"Ponyyyyy" toi whined for the 6th time "No! (Y/n) I will not tell toi where we're going" toi to have been walking about 20 minutes. "Fine!" toi huff About 10 minutes later y'all stove at a small steam behind some beautiful trees. It's compleatly hidden in them. "Pony- oh my gosh- how did toi find this, it's- it's beautiful" toi feel his arms emballage, wrap around your waist. "Not as beautiful as you" he whispers in your ear, then proceeds to Kiss toi neck. The two of toi walk a little further and toi see a small checkered red and white blanket, with a wooden basket set up. "Oh pony, toi didn't" "Oh but I did" he steps ahead of toi and takes your hand. "Shall we?" toi nod and walk over, and sit on the blanket. The two of toi eat ham sandwiches and and drink pepsie's while talking about everything under the sun. He pulls a book you've never heard of out of the basket and pats his lap. toi lie your head down, in his lap, and he begins to read. Eventually toi feel your eyes get heavy and toi begin to drift off "go to sleep baby, I LOVEYOU" he says before kissin toi lightly "I l’amour you" toi mumble then drift Into dreamland
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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“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.”
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.