“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis you get the fuck outta this room right now or so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if you even get to have sex with me anymore!” You scream at him.
The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.
You see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
You hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
“Oh shut the hell up I don’t need any encouragement. I’ve been doing fuckin fine on my own, thank you very much!” You yell. A contraction hits, making you push. You squeeze Ponyboy’s hand. Hard. He winces.
“Come on! I’m the one pushing a baby out of my boy-howdy and your wincing because I’m holding your hand to hard?” You ask in disbelief.
“You have a death grip on me!” Ponyboy accuses.
“Hey, be nice to her!” Soda yells from the hall.
“Shut up, Curtis!” You yell back at him.
“I love you babe, you’re doing-“
“Yeah yeah love you too.” You say.
The doctor chuckles, amused. “Well, I’m thinking two more pushes and were gonna have a baby.”
“Well it’s about fuckin time.” You groan.
Another contraction. You push.
“Ok, keep pushing.” The doctor says. You scrunch your face from the pain. You squeeze Ponyboy’s hand even harder than you were before.
All of a sudden, a baby cries.
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big bear hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you 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 you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
