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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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” tu 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.” tu smile.
He looks up at tu in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the sofá to face you.
tu just smile.
He scoops tu up into a giant hug.
How were tu going to tell him tu got laid off?
Y’all needed money… tu had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course tu had to lose your job.
tu walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. tu 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 tu sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” tu mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. tu don’t have to…” tu start.
“No.. I’d make más money than tu would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two año old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
tu were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did tu and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
tu look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
tu can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” tu scold. tu glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” tu say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.