Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. tu had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
tu were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get inicial from work. Ponyboy had been watching tu for today, making sure tu “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck tu again, and tu just groan. “Baby Grace tu are early. tu aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” tu talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are tu ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” tu answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey ratón on TV. All of a sudden tu really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can tu get me some chocolate milk… Please?” tu 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 tu stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” tu 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 tu the carton. tu unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
tu 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!” tu 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.” tu clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
tu wince as another contraction hits.
tu might just be having a baby on the couch.
tu were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get inicial from work. Ponyboy had been watching tu for today, making sure tu “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck tu again, and tu just groan. “Baby Grace tu are early. tu aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” tu talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are tu ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” tu answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey ratón on TV. All of a sudden tu really wanted some chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can tu get me some chocolate milk… Please?” tu 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 tu stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” tu 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 tu the carton. tu unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
tu 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!” tu 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.” tu clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
tu wince as another contraction hits.
tu might just be having a baby on the couch.
“Soda, ok, tu can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing siguiente to him, and he was siguiente to Mickey Mouse.
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid camisa, camiseta and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” tu ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid camisa, camiseta and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” tu ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in cama for Mother’s día with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cocina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her por the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in cama for Mother’s día with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cocina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her por the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” tu say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz with the girl I love.”
And he kisses tu on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” tu say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz with the girl I love.”
And he kisses tu on the lips.
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