Ты started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” Ты thought. But he couldn’t. Ты used to be best friends.
Ты walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that Ты sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” Ты laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
Ты smile at him. He runs toward Ты a scoops Ты up into a big медведь hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set Ты down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed Ты too.” Ты squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn Ты were like, nine the last time we saw you? Эй, Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And Ты locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Иисус have a scary beard?” My eight год 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 год 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 by now.
(Y/N) was at home, on постель, кровати rest. Ella или Robert could be born any день now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
