Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. wewe had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
wewe were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get nyumbani from work. Ponyboy had been watching wewe for today, making sure wewe “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck wewe again, and wewe just groan. “Baby Grace wewe are early. wewe aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” wewe talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are wewe ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” wewe answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey panya, kipanya on TV. All of a sudden wewe really wanted some chokoleti milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can wewe get me some chokoleti milk… Please?” wewe 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 wewe stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” wewe 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 wewe the carton. wewe unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
wewe 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!” wewe 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.” wewe clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
wewe wince as another contraction hits.
wewe might just be having a baby on the couch.
wewe were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get nyumbani from work. Ponyboy had been watching wewe for today, making sure wewe “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck wewe again, and wewe just groan. “Baby Grace wewe are early. wewe aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” wewe talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are wewe ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” wewe answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey panya, kipanya on TV. All of a sudden wewe really wanted some chokoleti milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can wewe get me some chokoleti milk… Please?” wewe 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 wewe stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” wewe 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 wewe the carton. wewe unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
wewe 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!” wewe 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.” wewe clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
wewe wince as another contraction hits.
wewe might just be having a baby on the couch.
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
wewe knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
wewe hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
wewe went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but wewe didn’t want any of them hurt; au dead.
wewe saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
wewe start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a ngumi, punch to the face.
wewe fall into the mud, shocked kwa the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
wewe feel a hand on your shoulder as wewe get up. wewe grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” wewe thought. “This is fun.”
wewe understood why they liked these so much.
wewe knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
wewe hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
wewe went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but wewe didn’t want any of them hurt; au dead.
wewe saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
wewe start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a ngumi, punch to the face.
wewe fall into the mud, shocked kwa the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
wewe feel a hand on your shoulder as wewe get up. wewe grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” wewe thought. “This is fun.”
wewe understood why they liked these so much.
“What are wewe guys doing?” wewe ask, kinda weirded out at Soda and Steve.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” wewe say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask wewe out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” wewe say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask wewe out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
“Can I come in now?” wewe hear Soda whisper from the hallway. It sounded like he was sniffling a little.
“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.
“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.
