anda groan and turn over. anda had the flu. anda were really sore,tired, and cold. anda thought nothing could make anda feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), anda hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
anda shake your head. “I’m just cold.” anda sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on bahagian, atas of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight tahun 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 tahun 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 sejak now.
(Y/N) was at home, on katil rest. Ella atau Robert could be born any hari now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
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 anda and Mom meet?” The 12 tahun old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Cinta story.” Eight tahun old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when anda 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 anda a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” anda roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. anda are you. Without certain things, anda wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t snort when anda laugh, anda wouldn’t be you. If anda didn’t randomly burst into song, anda be you.
If anda weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, Cinta and adore.” He smiles as he kisses anda on the cheek.
“Really?” anda ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Where the hell is she?!?” I storm into the emergency room.
“Excuse me sir,” one of the nurses says, holding me back a little. “Who are anda looking for?”
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my girlfriend. I got a call. She was in some accident.” I saw, kind of throwing my hands all around.
“I’ll check for you. One minit please. Have a seat” The nurse said. But I saw it in her eyes. Something was wrong. I sat down, head in my hands.
The nurse walks back to talk to a doctor. They keep glancing over at me. Damnit. I wish they’d just tell me what was going on. The nurse nods her head, and the doctor starts walking toward me.
He stands in front of me. “You’re here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?”
“Yes sir.” I manage to say.
I see the sorriness in his eyes, and hear the sadness in his pause.
“I’m afraid she’s not going to make it.”
That was all I needed to hear before standing up.
anda smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), anda were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till anda came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
anda just bungkus, balut your arms around him.
