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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“Will anda please tell me why?” anda were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. anda were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and anda loose it. anda put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hey everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks anda up an places anda in his lap.
He rocks anda back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, anda know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“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.”
anda turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” anda laugh, as anda lean down to scoop the snow.
anda are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. anda api back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles anda into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” anda laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
anda were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
anda start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are anda cold?”
“Yeah.” anda nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” anda smile.
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.