My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter twenty five

Thank the Lord Jesus Christ! School's out for summer and I'm on week 15 which means I'm in my second trimester of pregnancy. Bow quit school and is coming to see me in a week. I mailed a letter to Johnny and he called me up, talking about how everyone was doing and how everyone missed me and Dal. I got news from Dally too, he was launched into battle and I haven't heard from him for a month. The last letter he sent me went like this:

Dear y/n,
I'm not gonna write anymore and I'm sorry about that. I'm being deployed into battle the morning after I write this letter to you. The boys in training camp and in the makeshift hospital say the war ain't looking too good, so I don't think I'll be there to see the baby when it's born, or ever. If I don't make it, tell the kid it's daddy loved it very much. Make sure they don't end up like I did, give them the world, and I already know you will. As for you, don't be to hard on yourself. I hope that little brat doesn't make you too stressed either. Dammit I'm gonna miss your letters. Don't write back, I won't receive the letter. I'll probably be dead by the end of the war, and just be another body in a ditch. But hey, at least I got my kid to make 'em know that I was there and I knocked up one hell of a woman. Be safe, the kid better be safe too. I love you, babydoll.
Love,
Dallas Tucker Winston.

After that letter I kind of stopped talking. I didn't talk to my friends or Johnny as much and my aunt and uncle had to force me to eat so I wouldn't starve myself or the baby. About a week later, Bow came knocking on my door.
"Holy Hell, woman you better start trying to shape up, you look like you've been through a tsunami!" Bow hugged me tightly.
"Hey Bow, yeah I know. It's just...Dally...He might be dead..." I chocked on a sob.
"Oh girl don't get all sad, you've got a baby to look after. The girls have been worried sick about you too. And even those Greaser boys, all six of those guys have come up to me and the girls asking about you. I don't snitch though, so you got nothing to worry about. Also, you're starting to show, and that means you need new clothes ASAP because I don't think that those tight tops you like wearing are gonna be okay with a big old belly." I cackled at Bow's last statement, she joined in and walked inside the house with me.
"So how long are you staying?" I asked her when we got up to my room.
"I actually got an apartment with my grandma here, I'm living here from now on, no more ratty old Tulsa!" She threw her hands up in the air and nearly sang her words. I was so elated to have one of my bestest friends here with me."Oh and I'm taking you shopping, because not gonna lie, all these clothes you got, are kinda outdated." So later on that day, my Uncle drove us to this gigantic mall to go shopping.
"Here's about, eh I'd say $200 as a budget for now. Have fun, kiddo." My uncle handed me a wad of bills. I beamed and thanked him as me and my friend scurried into the mall, going to the Kohl's store immediately to check out some of the clothes. In that trip, we got some bell bottom pants in the colours of white, orange, and spring green. I also got these loose babydoll tank tops in pink, yellow, light blue, and brown. Next the dresses, oh man those dresses. The first one was a bronze-brown ankle length dress with paisley patterns and a bell type long sleeve design. It was a hippie dress almost, but kinda witchy too. The next dress I got was this long sleeve yellow dress that cut just above my knees. It was tightly fitted but the material was incredibly stretchy, perfect for maternity and everything else. The last dress I got was a periwinkle go-go dress that was also an above the knee cut. These dresses were basically the highlight of my day, and were what shaped my new groovy style. The months passed by, and there was still no word from Dally. I talked more with Johnny and the girls though, so that was a plus. It was a Saturday morning in mid-November that I was with Bow at my house when I felt a gush of what seemed like water.
"Holy shit! You're water broke!" Now screamed loud enough for ever in the house to hear.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock!" I cried out and immediately grabbed my hospital bag as my aunt Georgeanne me into the car with Bow at my other side. "Holy-Mmmmpphhh!!! CONTRACTIONS!!!" I screamed out when we pulled up to the hospital. I was barely paying attention as I was rushed into the delivery room with my aunt and best friend at my side and nearly one hour late I began pushing.
"You're doing great sweetie. Just keep pushing." My aunt dabbed the sweat off of my head with a towel.
"Fucking hell, Dallas you cunt! If that asshole comes back from that fucking war I'll whoop his ass for doing this to me!" I said in between screams. The pain was unbearable.
"Yeah!!! Screw men, let it all out queen!!!" Bow cheered me on. I kept pushing for what seemed like eternity until my daughter was born.
"It's a girl, congratulations." The doctor handed an eight pound wailing baby wrapped in a blanket to me.
"What'll you name her?" Bow looked at her as she stopped crying as she was placed into my arms.
"Well based on what you were screaming about Dallas, why not a city in Texas?" Georgeanne suggested. She gave me the perfect idea.
"Well I'm from Texas so I can give you some recommendations." The doctor spoke up.
"Yeah, yes please." I looked at her eagerly.
"There's Killeen, Katy, Frisco, Waco, Abilene, I don't know, the other ones are kinda boyish but if that's your style I guess I could tell you." She smiled at the squirming child in my arms.
"I think I'll name her Abilene, she looked like one too." I giggled a little as I saw her beam up at me and opened her eyes for the first time, showing me that she had a softer version of her Daddy's eyes. Innocent and pure, kind and gentle, she was mine all mine, born on November 15th, 1966 to a seventeen year old mother. The next few years with her consisted of me finishing Highschool, and entering nursing school. When I finished she was almost six years old. The war was settling down too, the USA was loosing though. I didn't care, so long as I'd hear from Dally again. He had me listed as one of the people that the letter indicating that he had died he mailed to, and there was no letter. Abilene had my looks but her daddy's eyes and hair.
  "Baby, come here, say hi to your uncle Johnny!" I called her over from the couch. Abilene was sitting on the floor having a tea party with her dolls and dresses in a pink sun dress with matching ribbons in her hair.
"Hi uncle Johnny, how are you?" She called into the phone.
"Hey kid! Did your mommy tell you I was coming to see you?" It was true. Johnny had turned 23 recently and had long move out of his parents home and was coming to visit for the second time. When Abilene was two he came and told me all this crazy stuff about the gang and how Ponyboy wanted to say sorry. I didn't wanna see the gang though, they reminded me too much of Dallas. As for Dallas, he never wrote. I mean how could he? He was in the jungle, but I just knew he still loved us.
"Yay! Yay! Yay! Mama, when uncle Johnny comes, can we show him the beach?" Abilene squeaked as she clapped her little hands in joy.
"What about the beach?" Johnny laughed from the other end.
"Abilee has this new obsession with the sea turtles at the beach. She pet one the other day and ha she'd heart set on them." I explained to him as I watched Abilene play with her dolls once more. I pretty much cut contact with my parents and they only had one picture of me and Abilene that I mailed them. When Abilee was about three I cut them off since I couldn't stand hearing their angry voices through the telephone. My dad wasn't the one yelling at me, but he didn't do anything about it so I just cut them both off. So it was settled. Johnny was coming to visit in two weeks and he pleaded for me to let him bring Ponyboy. I hadn't spoken to him and only heard from Cherry and Marcia and Lou about him for the past six years, since it was now 1972. "Johnnycake, I'll see you and Pony on Wednesday, okay?" I confirmed with him as I jotted that down in a notebook.
"Yeah, alright. Though I still say, you should let us book a hotel or something. I feel bad about staying in a room at your uncle's house." It was true, and my uncle was the one who insisted. Last time he met Johnny, he made sure that he stayed in one of their guest rooms. He lived in a mansion after all, what else is there to say?

AUTHORS NOTE: ⚠️ATTENTION/SPOILER⚠️ I AM NOT KILLING DALLY I REPEAT, DALLY WILL LIVE