this is Ponyboy, Dally, and Johnny (in order from left to right) i accidentaly meet them at Dairy Hut when i go and get an ice cream!
you and Soda <3
“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 Curtis, the guy who's in my room. i thought that would only happen in my dreams! :)
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” Du start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
Du sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here Du were, lying on the küche floor.
this is the smartass Steve Randle
Steve was great babysitter; holding the baby in one hand, a bier in the other, watching a football game.
“You see Grace, that’s a first down. We’re doing good.” He says, pointing at the screen.
“It’s not like she’s going to like football.” Du say as Du hand him the bottle.
“Nah, Grace is gonna be the first girl quarterback, aren’t Du Grace?” Your boyfriend says, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Du smile as Du lean against the door frame, looking at your boyfriend.
He smiles up at you. “When can we get one?”
“Get one?” Du laugh.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes Du are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” Du say.
Du take the bier from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are Du happy with my chugging skills?” Du ask.
