Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. You had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.

You were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get tahanan from work. Ponyboy had been watching you for today, making sure you “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”

The pain struck you again, and you just groan. “Baby Grace you are early. You aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” You talk to the bulge in your belly.

“(Y/N), are you ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.

“I’m fine.” You answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey mouse on TV. All of a sudden you really wanted some tsokolate milk.

“Hey Ponyboy, can you get me some tsokolate milk… Please?” You ask from the couch.

He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but you stop him.

“Just bring me the whole carton.” You wave him over.

“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands you the carton. You unscrew the lid and gulp.

Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.

You spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.

“Ponyboy we need to go.”

The look of pure panic crept onto his face.

“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.

“The hospital. Like now.”

“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.

“And I can’t walk!” You say.

“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.

“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” You clutch your stomach.

“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.

You wince as another contraction hits.

You might just be having a baby on the couch.