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Du groan and turn over. Du had the flu. Du were really sore,tired, and cold. Du thought nothing could make Du feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), Du hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
Du shake your head. “I’m just cold.” Du sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on oben, nach oben of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight Jahr old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve Jahr old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep Von now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bett rest. Ella oder Robert could be born any Tag now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did Du and Mom meet?” The 12 Jahr old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Liebe story.” Eight Jahr old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when Du met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like Du a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I Liebe with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I Liebe you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I Liebe Du too.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” Du roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. Du are you. Without certain things, Du wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), Du wouldn’t be you. If Du didn’t snort when Du laugh, Du wouldn’t be you. If Du didn’t randomly burst into song, Du be you.
If Du weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, Liebe and adore.” He smiles as he kisses Du on the cheek.
“Really?” Du ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
