As Ты push, Ты see Soda sprint down the hallway past your room in his DX shirt, then do a double take and trip back into your hospital room.

“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis Ты get the fuck outta this room right now или so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if Ты even get to have sex with me anymore!” Ты scream at him.

The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.

Ты see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

Ты hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“Oh shut the hell up I don’t need any encouragement. I’ve been doing fuckin fine on my own, thank Ты very much!” Ты yell. A contraction hits, making Ты push. Ты squeeze Ponyboy’s hand. Hard. He winces.

“Come on! I’m the one pushing a baby out of my boy-howdy and your wincing because I’m holding your hand to hard?” Ты ask in disbelief.

“You have a death grip on me!” Ponyboy accuses.

“Hey, be nice to her!” Soda yells from the hall.

“Shut up, Curtis!” Ты yell back at him.

“I Любовь Ты babe, you’re doing-“

“Yeah yeah Любовь Ты too.” Ты say.

The doctor chuckles, amused. “Well, I’m thinking two еще pushes and were gonna have a baby.”

“Well it’s about fuckin time.” Ты groan.

Another contraction. Ты push.

“Ok, keep pushing.” The doctor says. Ты scrunch your face from the pain. Ты squeeze Ponyboy’s hand even harder than Ты were before.

All of a sudden, a baby cries.