Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. Du had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
Du were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get Home from work. Ponyboy had been watching Du for today, making sure Du “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck Du again, and Du just groan. “Baby Grace Du are early. Du aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” Du talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are Du ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” Du answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey maus on TV. All of a sudden Du really wanted some Schokolade milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can Du get me some Schokolade milk… Please?” Du 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 Du stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” Du 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 Du the carton. Du unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
Du 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!” Du 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.” Du clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
Du wince as another contraction hits.
Du might just be having a baby on the couch.
Du were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get Home from work. Ponyboy had been watching Du for today, making sure Du “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck Du again, and Du just groan. “Baby Grace Du are early. Du aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” Du talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are Du ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” Du answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey maus on TV. All of a sudden Du really wanted some Schokolade milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can Du get me some Schokolade milk… Please?” Du 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 Du stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” Du 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 Du the carton. Du unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
Du 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!” Du 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.” Du clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
Du wince as another contraction hits.
Du might just be having a baby on the couch.
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.
“What are Du guys doing?” Du ask, kinda weirded out at Soda and Steve.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” Du say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask Du out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” Du say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask Du out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Can I come in now?” Du hear Soda whisper from the hallway. It sounded like he was sniffling a little.
“Are Du crying?” Du ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes Du are, Du 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. Du 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 Du as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
“Are Du crying?” Du ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes Du are, Du 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. Du 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 Du as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
