“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis anda get the fuck outta this room right now atau so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if anda even get to have sex with me anymore!” anda scream at him.
The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.
anda see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
anda hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
“Oh shut the hell up I don’t need any encouragement. I’ve been doing fuckin fine on my own, thank anda very much!” anda yell. A contraction hits, making anda push. anda squeeze Ponyboy’s hand. Hard. He winces.
“Come on! I’m the one pushing a baby out of my boy-howdy and your wincing because I’m holding your hand to hard?” anda ask in disbelief.
“You have a death grip on me!” Ponyboy accuses.
“Hey, be nice to her!” Soda yells from the hall.
“Shut up, Curtis!” anda yell back at him.
“I Cinta anda babe, you’re doing-“
“Yeah yeah Cinta anda too.” anda say.
The doctor chuckles, amused. “Well, I’m thinking two lebih pushes and were gonna have a baby.”
“Well it’s about fuckin time.” anda groan.
Another contraction. anda push.
“Ok, keep pushing.” The doctor says. anda scrunch your face from the pain. anda squeeze Ponyboy’s hand even harder than anda were before.
All of a sudden, a baby cries.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” anda mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the katil a little more.
“Did anda remember the football?” anda ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll Cinta it.”
“Yeah…” anda mumble.
“Before anda fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, menunjukkan anda a black box.
anda open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I Cinta it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
