あなた were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get ホーム from work. Ponyboy had been watching あなた for today, making sure あなた “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck あなた again, and あなた just groan. “Baby Grace あなた are early. あなた aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” あなた talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are あなた ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” あなた answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey マウス on TV. All of a sudden あなた really wanted some チョコレート milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can あなた get me some チョコレート milk… Please?” あなた ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but あなた stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” あなた wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands あなた the carton. あなた unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
あなた spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” あなた say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” あなた clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
あなた wince as another contraction hits.
あなた might just be having a baby on the couch.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down 次 to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like あなた that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
