Du started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” Du thought. But he couldn’t. Du used to be best friends.
Du walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that Du sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” Du laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
Du smile at him. He runs toward Du a scoops Du up into a big bär hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set Du down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed Du too.” Du squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn Du were like, nine the last time we saw you? Hey Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And Du locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“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.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. Du were lying on your stomach on oben, nach oben of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Du say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams oder something?” Du say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” Du laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
