Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. bạn had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
bạn were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get trang chủ from work. Ponyboy had been watching bạn for today, making sure bạn “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck bạn again, and bạn just groan. “Baby Grace bạn are early. bạn aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” bạn talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are bạn ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” bạn answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey chuột on TV. All of a sudden bạn really wanted some Sô cô la milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can bạn get me some Sô cô la milk… Please?” bạn 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 bạn stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” bạn 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 bạn the carton. bạn unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
bạn 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!” bạn 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.” bạn clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
bạn wince as another contraction hits.
bạn might just be having a baby on the couch.
bạn were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get trang chủ from work. Ponyboy had been watching bạn for today, making sure bạn “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck bạn again, and bạn just groan. “Baby Grace bạn are early. bạn aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” bạn talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are bạn ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” bạn answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey chuột on TV. All of a sudden bạn really wanted some Sô cô la milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can bạn get me some Sô cô la milk… Please?” bạn 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 bạn stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” bạn 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 bạn the carton. bạn unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
bạn 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!” bạn 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.” bạn clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
bạn wince as another contraction hits.
bạn might just be having a baby on the couch.
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
bạn knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
bạn hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
bạn went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but bạn didn’t want any of them hurt; hoặc dead.
bạn saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
bạn start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a cú đấm to the face.
bạn fall into the mud, shocked bởi the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
bạn feel a hand on your shoulder as bạn get up. bạn grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” bạn thought. “This is fun.”
bạn understood why they liked these so much.
bạn knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
bạn hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
bạn went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but bạn didn’t want any of them hurt; hoặc dead.
bạn saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
bạn start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a cú đấm to the face.
bạn fall into the mud, shocked bởi the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
bạn feel a hand on your shoulder as bạn get up. bạn grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” bạn thought. “This is fun.”
bạn understood why they liked these so much.
“What are bạn guys doing?” bạn ask, kinda weirded out at Soda and Steve.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” bạn say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask bạn 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?” bạn say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask bạn 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?” bạn hear Soda whisper from the hallway. It sounded like he was sniffling a little.
“Are bạn crying?” bạn ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes bạn are, bạn 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. bạn 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 bạn as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
“Are bạn crying?” bạn ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes bạn are, bạn 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. bạn 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 bạn as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.