"Ponyyyyy" anda whined for the 6th time "No! (Y/n) I will not tell anda where we're going" anda to have been walking about 20 minutes. "Fine!" anda huff About 10 menit later y'all stove at a small steam behind some beautiful trees. It's compleatly hidden in them. "Pony- oh my gosh- how did anda find this, it's- it's beautiful" anda feel his arms membungkus, bungkus around your waist. "Not as beautiful as you" he whispers in your ear, then proceeds to ciuman anda neck. The two of anda walk a little further and anda see a small checkered red and white blanket, with a wooden basket set up. "Oh pony, anda didn't" "Oh but I did" he steps ahead of anda and takes your hand. "Shall we?" anda nod and walk over, and sit on the blanket. The two of anda 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. anda lie your head down, in his lap, and he begins to read. Eventually anda feel your eyes get heavy and anda begin to drift off "go to sleep baby, I LOVEYOU" he says before kissin anda lightly "I cinta you" anda 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.” anda 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.” anda smile.
He looks up at anda in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the dipan, sofa to face you.
anda just smile.
He scoops anda up into a giant hug.
How were anda going to tell him anda got laid off?
Y’all needed money… anda had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course anda had to lose your job.
anda walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. anda 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 anda sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” anda mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. anda don’t have to…” anda start.
“No.. I’d make lebih money than anda would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two tahun old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
anda were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did anda and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
anda look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
anda can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” anda scold. anda glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” anda 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, anda pig.” anda laugh.
“Nah, I cinta just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I cinta you.” anda whisper.
“Not as much as I cinta you.” He squeezes you.
“Are anda crying?” anda ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes anda are, anda 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. anda 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 anda 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.