आप were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get घर from work. Ponyboy had been watching आप for today, making sure आप “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck आप again, and आप just groan. “Baby Grace आप are early. आप aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” आप talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are आप ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” आप answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey माउस on TV. All of a sudden आप really wanted some चॉकलेट milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can आप get me some चॉकलेट milk… Please?” आप 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 आप stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” आप 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 आप the carton. आप unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
आप 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!” आप 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.” आप clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
आप wince as another contraction hits.
आप might just be having a baby on the couch.
