“You ok?” Y/N asks, grabbing my hand.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No Du aren’t going to push a wassermelone out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, Du just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do Du think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short KISS on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If Du say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No Du aren’t going to push a wassermelone out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, Du just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do Du think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short KISS on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If Du say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
Du were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. Du couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.
Du hear the front door open. Darry was Home now. Du take another deep breath, and sit at the küche table.
Just breathe.
He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.
Du swallow. “I got a call.” Is all Du manage to say.
“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.
“Soda’s dead.” Du blurt out.
The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.
He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.