“Are anda crying?” anda ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes anda are, anda 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. anda 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 anda as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
