The Outsiders Imagines (Part 2)

Darry Curtis

For right now, I'm going to be skipping Steve imagines because I never have any inspiration for them and tbh, not really a big fan of Steve. However, if we do have Steve fans, please message me, give me your idea/scenario and I will incorporate it into this story. Otherwise, there will be no Steve.

One of your biggest fears as a parent was to turn out like your father. Unsupportive, abandoning your children, backing out of everything. It haunted you.
Darry always told you that you would be a successful mom. That you would be so loving, caring, but you constantly doubted him.
"I promise, Y/N," Darry said, almost frustrated, "You are going to be the best mom ever. I promise!"
You looked down at the hard wood floor, shaking your head, "No."
He took you by the shoulders and lifted your chin up with his big, calloused hands.
You got lost in his big, brown eyes and his soft, faint smile made you weak in the knees.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"I believe that you think I'll be a good mom." You began, "But I don't believe in me to be a good parent. That probably makes no sense."
Darry let out a light chuckle before kissing you softly, "I hate that you don't see what I see in you."
It was hard for most people to understand your situation, even Darry who'd been your husband for five years. Not many people understood how badly you suffered from anxiety and depression, along with severe trust issues, abandonment issues. The list went on.
"I guess I forgot how to love myself." You said sadly.
"You used to," Darry said, "Your sister used to tell me stories about you when you were younger."
"She died." You said casually, "But I'm trying to better because you don't deserve this."
"Lovey," Darry said, grabbing your hands and leading you to the old, green couch. He wrapped his strong arms around your tiny body and you felt his warm breath on the top of your head. Your body relaxed.
"I don't need the perfect wife," Darry whispered, "You don't need to change yourself for me. For anyone. But I think you should get some professional help."
You guys had been discussing counseling and medication for a while but you always rejected them. Yes, you needed help. You needed so much help, but you never wanted to admit it to others. The act you were playing worked fine....kind of.
"I want to help you." Darry said, "It kills me to see you like this."
"I know," you said, "Too well, actually."
You both smiled and you snuggled closer to your hubby, adjusting his arms so they fit around you comfortably.
"Darry, I think you're right." You said quietly, but loud enough that he could hear, "I'm at a point now where I need help."
Darry rubbed your body comfortingly and leaned his head on yours.
"And as much as I hate admitting it," you said as the largest lump formed in your throat, "I know it's something I have to do to get better."
Tears rolled down your face and you quietly sobbed, careful not to jerk your body too much or make any sounds. But that all ended when you gasped for air.
"Oh, sweetie," Darry said, "Love, don't cry."
Of course, that only made you cry harder. When you thought about your future, you never expected to meet Darry, the most loving, kind, generous man alive. He put your needs before his. There were so many sacrifices he made for you that you didn't deserve. He is your dream guy. He's everything you could ever want.
"I'll start by talking to my doctor about possible medications." You said, sighing, "Then I'll find a therapist."
"Let me help you with the therapist." Darry said, "I know how stress affects you."
You once again looked at your handsome husband, and his beautiful eyes, face and smile had so much pride in them in this moment.
"I'm proud of you, Y/N." Darry said.
"It's hard." You admitted, "But for once in my life, I uh, I feel good about this."
Darry kissed you, "I'm so glad."
"Oh," you said, "I think we should wait on the kid thing until everything is figured out with me."
"I think that's a really good idea."

A/N:
Hey y'all! This chapter is a little more serious than some other ones I've done in the past but this chapter is vaguely based off of my journey with starting therapy. Admitting that you are struggling is so so incredibly hard. I have been there too many times but I've never looked back since admitting my issues. If you guys ever need to talk about your struggles or what not, I will always always be here. Y'all can message me always. I will be here to listen to you. We are a family and in a family, we lean on each other. I intend it to always be that way.
Anyway, I love y'all so so much and thank you for reading this. I know it was long.

Have a lovely day and remember to stay gold!

Cyndrr_Kat