bạn started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” bạn thought. But he couldn’t. bạn used to be best friends.
bạn walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that bạn sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” bạn laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
bạn smile at him. He runs toward bạn a scoops bạn up into a big chịu, gấu hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set bạn down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed bạn too.” bạn squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn bạn were like, nine the last time we saw you? xin chào Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And bạn locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight năm old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve năm old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep bởi now.
(Y/N) was at home, on giường rest. Ella hoặc Robert could be born any ngày now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.