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.
