Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does येशु have a scary beard?” My eight साल 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 साल 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 द्वारा now.
(Y/N) was at home, on बिस्तर rest. Ella या Robert could be born any दिन now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does येशु have a scary beard?” My eight साल 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 साल 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 द्वारा now.
(Y/N) was at home, on बिस्तर rest. Ella या Robert could be born any दिन now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. आप were lying on your stomach on चोटी, शीर्ष of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” आप 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 या something?” आप say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” आप laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.