u started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” u thought. But he couldn’t. u used to be best friends.
u walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that u sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” u laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
u smile at him. He runs toward u a scoops u up into a big beer hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set u down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed u too.” u squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn u were like, nine the last time we saw you? hallo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And u locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight jaar old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve jaar old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep door now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella of Robert could be born any dag now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
