As you push, you see Soda sprint down the hallway past your room in his DX shirt, then do a double take and trip back into your hospital room.

“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.