tu started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” tu thought. But he couldn’t. tu used to be best friends.
tu walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that tu sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” tu laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
tu smile at him. He runs toward tu a scoops tu up into a big oso, oso de hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set tu down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed tu too.” tu squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn tu were like, nine the last time we saw you? hola Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And tu locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does jesús have a scary beard?” My eight año 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 año 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 por now.
(Y/N) was at home, on cama rest. Ella o Robert could be born any día now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. tu were lying on your stomach on parte superior, arriba of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” tu say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams o something?” tu say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” tu laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
