“Can I come in now?” You hear Soda whisper from the hallway. It sounded like he was sniffling a little.

“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.

“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“Yes you are, you 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. You 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 you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.

“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.