Johnny tickled your daughters sides making her laugh uncontrollably. "Daddy! Stop!" She squealed. "Never!" He laughed as he continued to tickle her. They both laughed together and had huge smiles across their faces. When Johnny finally stopped tickling her she ran over to आप and gave आप a hug. "Mommy! Can I got play outside!?" She asked. "Of course. Go have fun." आप smiled as आप turned back to the stove. She ran off and almost ran right into Johnny. "What do आप think you're doing?" Johnny asked as he picked आप up and out आप over his shoulder. आप laughed and told him to put आप down. Johnny just कहा no and tickled your side. He carried आप into the living room. Johnny tickled your sides making आप laugh. आप started to say stop but आप were cut off द्वारा Johnny's lips colliding with yours. आप laughed into the किस and so did he. When he pulled away he looked into your eyes lovingly. "You're so amazing. आप know that right?" आप asked. Johnny kissed your nose. "Not as amazing as you." आप said. Johnny gave आप a log passionate kiss, but it was cut short because your daughter came back inside and made gagging sounds at आप and Johnny. आप two just laughed and sat up.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did आप and Mom meet?” The 12 साल old asked.
“I bet it was an epic प्यार story.” Eight साल old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when आप met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like आप a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of बीयर, बियर I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the टोपी off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the दीवार from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I प्यार with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I प्यार you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I प्यार आप too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will आप marry me?”
