"Ponyyyyy" Ты whined for the 6th time "No! (Y/n) I will not tell Ты where we're going" Ты to have been walking about 20 minutes. "Fine!" Ты huff About 10 минуты later y'all stove at a small steam behind some beautiful trees. It's compleatly hidden in them. "Pony- oh my gosh- how did Ты find this, it's- it's beautiful" Ты feel his arms заворачивать, обертывание around your waist. "Not as beautiful as you" he whispers in your ear, then proceeds to Kiss Ты neck. The two of Ты walk a little further and Ты see a small checkered red and white blanket, with a wooden basket set up. "Oh pony, Ты didn't" "Oh but I did" he steps ahead of Ты and takes your hand. "Shall we?" Ты nod and walk over, and sit on the blanket. The two of Ты eat ham sandwiches and and drink pepsie's while talking about everything under the sun. He pulls a book you've never heard of out of the basket and pats his lap. Ты lie your head down, in his lap, and he begins to read. Eventually Ты feel your eyes get heavy and Ты begin to drift off "go to sleep baby, I LOVEYOU" he says before kissin Ты lightly "I Любовь you" Ты mumble then drift Into dreamland
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” Ты say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” Ты smile.
He looks up at Ты in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the диван, мягкий уголок to face you.
Ты just smile.
He scoops Ты up into a giant hug.
How were Ты going to tell him Ты got laid off?
Y’all needed money… Ты had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course Ты had to lose your job.
Ты walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. Ты were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of Ты sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” Ты mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. Ты don’t have to…” Ты start.
“No.. I’d make еще money than Ты would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two год old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
Ты were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did Ты and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
Ты look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
Ты can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” Ты scold. Ты glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” Ты say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, Ты pig.” Ты laugh.
“Nah, I Любовь just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I Любовь you.” Ты whisper.
“Not as much as I Любовь you.” He squeezes you.
“Are Ты crying?” Ты ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes Ты are, Ты 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. Ты 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 Ты as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.