آپ started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” آپ thought. But he couldn’t. آپ used to be best friends.
آپ walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that آپ sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” آپ laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
آپ smile at him. He runs toward آپ a scoops آپ up into a big برداشت, ریچھ hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set آپ down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed آپ too.” آپ squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn آپ were like, nine the last time we saw you? ارے Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And آپ locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight سال 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 سال 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 سے طرف کی now.
(Y/N) was at home, on بستر rest. Ella یا Robert could be born any دن now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.