Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. u had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
u were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get home pagina from work. Ponyboy had been watching u for today, making sure u “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck u again, and u just groan. “Baby Grace u are early. u aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” u talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are u ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” u answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey muis on TV. All of a sudden u really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can u get me some chocolate milk… Please?” u 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 u stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” u 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 u the carton. u unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
u 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!” u 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.” u clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
u wince as another contraction hits.
u might just be having a baby on the couch.
u were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get home pagina from work. Ponyboy had been watching u for today, making sure u “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck u again, and u just groan. “Baby Grace u are early. u aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” u talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are u ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” u answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey muis on TV. All of a sudden u really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can u get me some chocolate milk… Please?” u 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 u stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” u 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 u the carton. u unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
u 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!” u 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.” u clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
u wince as another contraction hits.
u 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 volgende 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 u 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.