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added by mrsjohnnycade17
This The Outsiders picha contains anime, comic kitabu, manga, cartoon, mkono, gazeti, karatasi, magazine, tabloid, rag, jarida, tabloidi, and limemalizwa. There might also be newsstand, duka la magazeti, picha, headshot, and closeup.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will wewe please tell me why?” wewe were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. wewe were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and wewe loose it. wewe put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hujambo everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks wewe up an places wewe in his lap.
He rocks wewe back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, wewe know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” wewe say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” wewe smile.
He looks up at wewe in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the kitanda to face you.
wewe just smile.
He scoops wewe up into a giant hug.
How were wewe going to tell him wewe got laid off?
Y’all needed money… wewe had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course wewe had to lose your job.
wewe walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. wewe were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of wewe sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” wewe mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. wewe don’t have to…” wewe start.
“No.. I’d make zaidi money than wewe would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
wewe turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” wewe laugh, as wewe lean down to scoop the snow.
wewe are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. wewe moto back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles wewe into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” wewe laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
wewe were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
wewe start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are wewe cold?”
“Yeah.” wewe nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” wewe smile.
He picks up the naked two mwaka old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
wewe were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did wewe and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
wewe look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
wewe can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” wewe scold. wewe glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” wewe say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, wewe pig.” wewe laugh.
“Nah, I upendo just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I upendo you.” wewe whisper.
“Not as much as I upendo you.” He squeezes you.
“Are wewe crying?” wewe ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes wewe are, wewe big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. wewe want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to wewe as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
