Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. anda had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.

anda were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get halaman awal from work. Ponyboy had been watching anda for today, making sure anda “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”

The pain struck anda again, and anda just groan. “Baby Grace anda are early. anda aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” anda talk to the bulge in your belly.

“(Y/N), are anda ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.

“I’m fine.” anda answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey mouse on TV. All of a sudden anda really wanted some cokelat milk.

“Hey Ponyboy, can anda get me some cokelat milk… Please?” anda 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 anda stop him.

“Just bring me the whole carton.” anda 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 anda the carton. anda unscrew the lid and gulp.

Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.

anda 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!” anda 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.” anda clutch your stomach.

“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.

anda wince as another contraction hits.

anda might just be having a baby on the couch.