“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” آپ ask. آپ were lying on the بستر اگلے to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt آپ hurt you.”
“What do آپ mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look آپ in the eye. “I love you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around آپ you, it’s like my world has so much مزید meaning. So آپ know… If we bang, there going to be so much مزید emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty سال old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with آپ because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I love you. I want آپ to have my kids. I want آپ to love me as much as I love you. I don’t want آپ to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” آپ whisper. “I love آپ that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking آپ over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell آپ I love آپ the whole way through.”
آپ lean over, kissing him, gently at first, then getting مزید passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His شرٹ, قمیض was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
آپ reach down to undo his بیلٹ, پٹی and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” آپ command. آپ roll over on سب, سب سے اوپر of him, straddling him. آپ reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
آپ smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking آپ over.
He rolls over so he’s on سب, سب سے اوپر now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” آپ whisper, as آپ tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
آپ just nod your head as he slides into you.
آپ gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are آپ ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” آپ say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. آپ moan as he hits your spot each time. آپ dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then آپ both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I love آپ too.” آپ whisper.
He picks up the naked two سال old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
آپ were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did آپ and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
آپ look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
آپ can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” آپ scold. آپ glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” آپ say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, آپ pig.” آپ laugh.
“Nah, I love just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I love you.” آپ whisper.
“Not as much as I love you.” He squeezes you.
“Are آپ crying?” آپ ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes آپ are, آپ big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. آپ want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to آپ as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” آپ ask.
“Yeah… Uh آپ know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” آپ laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
آپ walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” آپ say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
آپ look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” آپ laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” آپ say still laughing.
“I just need آپ to help me out with something…”
“What?” آپ ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the سوال mark…”
