My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter twenty seven

NOTE: This Chapter is in Dally's point of view

I was back at base. It had been six fucking years since I was here. Sure I was injured and all in a grenade explosion a few months ago but I had to be treated by the poor village people since we were too far in the jungle. The one thing I wanted to do man, was send a letter to my girl. I didn't even know if she was mine anymore, I mean she had my kid for sure and she said she'd wait but for how long could she wait? Though six years being a single parent couldn't be easy for her, I mean y/n's a strong girl but there's only so much she can handle.
"Winston, did ya hear?" One of the guys in my squadron yelled.
"No, Bunny what are you on about?" I looked at him. He was happy and ready to cry it looked by how red his face was.
"We're going home! Nixon, the old bastard is pulling us out! We're free, we leave in two weeks! We get a phone call, too!" He added before running to tell the rest of the boys. The one person I needed to call left a name, phone number, and address, thankfully. So I got my Sergeant to let me make a call.
"Hello?" A sleepy voice picked up. It was hers.
"Y/n, it's me, Dally. I'm going home soon and I know you might have moved on but-" she cut me off.
"DALLY!? OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I SWEAR, THERE IS SO MUCH I NEED TO SAY BUT I DON'T THINK I CAN FIT IT ALL THROUGH THE PHONE." She shrieked out of joy, all the soldiers looked at me funny, but I didn't care. My heart stopped when I heard something from the other side of the line.
"Mama, why are you yelling? It's the middle of the night." I heard a little voice on the other end.
"Is that...?" I breathed.
"Yeah, it is. It's our daughter, Abilene. Abilene, come here. Say hi to your daddy." I heard her say with a voice that made me know she was about to cry.
"Hi, daddy." I heard my daughter say from the other end.
"Hey, Abilene. How are you doing?" I let tears fall, it didn't matter who saw anymore.
"I'm good, are you coming home?" She sounded so precious, I felt my heart melt at her words.
"Yeah, yeah in two weeks I'm gonna see you and your mom." The Sergeant yelled at me to cut the phone call short, the bastard. "Okay we'll I'm gonna be dropped off in Tulsa but I'll catch a bus to see you two, okay?" I gave him the finger and grinned. Although I had become a soldier, inside I was still a hoodlum JD.
"Oh don't worry, we're going back to Tulsa soon. We have to see my folks. I'll see you there, Dally. Bye Dally, I love you." It was like I could sense her smile through the phone.
"Bye, y/n. Bye, Abilene. Love you both." I hung up.
"Well Winston, who was that?" The Lieutenant asked me.
"My girl and my daughter. I'm finally meeting my kid when I get home." I proudly nodded.
"Well let's hear it for the old boy, he's got a daughter!" Bunny patted me on the back while a bunch of other guys from our platoon cheered for me. I didn't care for it to be honest, I just wanted to be home. Not gonna lie I was pretty horny but that's besides the point. I wondered how the guys had been, how the streets had changed, how the people I knew grew. I saw the world through different eyes, and I hated it more. But that doesn't mean that I hate what's in it. I learned many things from that war, and many things about myself. When I first arrived, they made me cut my hair, ew. Thank god it grew back though, I've missed it. When I got through my first year I didn't smile not once. I cried nearly every night an array of silent tears knowing that I wasn't going to see my kid. I mean my old man was shit, when my mom died he stepped down and moved me away. I'm glad though, I met y/n when we moved. I remember, I was barely a teenager and I had been hanging around the neighbour kids who were actually a mini Two-Bit, Steve, and Johnny who introduced me to the Curtis kids who then introduced me to her. She was so pretty but I knew she wouldn't like me, so I accepted it right then and there. Well, not to say I didn't stop crushing on her...And here we are, all grown up and she's raising my kid after I knocked her up. Boy, that woman had class, she was real feisty too. She wasn't like the other girls, I mean she wasn't a war pig, she had humility, she actually listened to me, and that's all I needed. I mean sure I didn't see the broad for six-ish years but hey, my feelings didn't change, I still think she's hot. Even if she gained some baby weight I'm okay, if she's as flat as a board I'll still love her, if she's got curves I'll worship her body like a temple. I swear, she could be missing teeth and have a fucked up hairdo and I'd still put another baby in her. Well, the week rolled by and my anticipation grew. Turns out the boys overestimated when we'd get back. I called y/n and told her I was back early. She had already packed up some stuff and was gonna hit the road in a few days and little Abilene was excited to see me for the first time. When I came back to Tulsa, it was hippie and hood ville, no Socs or Greasers. I walked around and found myself at the DX actually buying something and ran into two familiar faces.
"Holy shit, Dallas is that you!?" Steve cried out from behind the counter. I looked up and grinned at him. "Soda, get your ass in here! Look who it is!" He yelped out for Sodapop, who came bounding in from the back.
"Lord, Dally I thought you were a deadman in that war." Soda gasped, he still looked the exact fucking same, Steve too.
"Eh, well I'm back. I mean I do need a place to bum around, don't I?" I shrugged as Steve pushed away my Coke and candy bar that I put up on the counter.
"Nuh-uh, soldiers discount. This here's for free. Why don't you go to dinner with us at the old Curtis house? Everyone is gonna wanna see ya." Steve told me while he was still in shock at seeing me, alive, and in my soldiers uniform.
"That sounds pretty good, how's everyone doing?" I began drinking my coke.
"Oh Pony's in school, Johnny's got a job and lives in his own place but still hangs with us, Darry's thinking about going back, Two's still partying, we're still here, but there's no word from y/n. Only about her folks who are in hospital, I saw them and they ain't gonna make it. I haven't seen her in Not since..." Soda trailed off.
"Aye, man I already know about her. I've been talking to her, she's coming back to town for a while." I put my hand up to signal it's okay.
"How's she been? Why'd she leave too?" Sodapop asked while Steve leaned in intently.
"I was stupid and knocked her up, her folks sent her to California to live with her uncle and she's been there ever since. We got a daughter, her names Abilene, a real sweetheart." I smiled at the thought of her. It was so foreign to say 'my daughter' yet it felt so right.
"Jesus, that's a lot to take in." Steve breathed.
"Yeah...Hey uh, what's this about her folks being in the hospital?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, car wreck. Her mother's in a coma and her daddy is hanging on by a thread." Soda shook his head.
"Alrighty then. I'll be over at the house by four, okay? I'll uh, catch you guys later." I waved goodbye as I made my way to Bucks. I walked into the house since it was wide open and there was Buck Merrill in the flesh dumbfounded by my sudden appearance. Course the boy asked me questions and I threw him answers and went upstairs to change. I threw on some blue jeans and a random white t-shirt which I didn't even bother tucking in. The final touch I made was my old brown leather jacket that I hadn't touched in years. I made my way over to the hospital, feeling the urge to see y/n's parents. I had this gut feeling that I should say to her old man 'Hey sir, I'm the guy that knocked up your kid and I'm sorry." Or something like that. I drove my old t-bird that surprisingly still ran after all this time. When I got into the hospital the nurse only needed a last name, oddly.
"There's only one y/l/n family here so I didn't need any first name, just a Mr. Or Mrs." She said as she led me to a room where an olde Roman was hooked up to all these machines, he was a dead man alright. He was just laying there, looking at some photograph in his hands.
"Who are you?" He said calmly without even looking at me.
"See, well sir I-I'm uh..." I found myself stuttering and at a loss for words. He looked up at me and his eyes squinted before they widened as he held the picture up slightly.
"You...You know my daughter, y/n, don't you?" He said hesitantly.
"Yeah, I do." I nodded my head, surprised at him knowing this piece of knowledge.
"You're the one who got her pregnant, you're the father, aren't you?" My stomach was making me feel sick, nearly throwing up.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I thought the guy was a psychic.
"I can read people and I can see it in you eyes. Come here, boy." His voice was raspy and he nearly chocked on his words. I stepped forward nervously. The brittle man spoke again "I recognize you from the papers a few years back, the juvenile delinquent, Dallas Winston. I've seen you hanging around the Curtis boys before. Though now, you're all different...The military did that to you I'm guessing?" He tilted his head.
"Yes sir. I was in Vietnam for a little over Six years." I nodded in confirmation.
"Yeah, I can tell. Is y/n coming back east to Tulsa?" He looked me in the eyes full of hope.
"Yes sir, next week she'll be here." I saw his hopeful expression fade.
"Agh, I won't make it till then. It's Tuesday and I'll be dead by Sunday's sunrise." He spat with most likely his dying breath.
"Don't say that, sir. She'll make it to see you, she will." I tried to pull him out of the gutter, it's what y/n would want me to do.
"Yeah, right. Anyways, you're clearly stepping up. You uh, thinking of marrying her?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.
"I am, sir. I've been planning on doing so as soon as possible for six years." I looked down and I felt myself smile at the thought of marrying her. Before I was with her I wouldn't have ever dreamed of getting married, ever. Now I actually had a girl worth marrying and my dumbass had matured enough to not give a shit about my ego or reputation anymore.
"That's good. What you doing here until she come back?" He asked me.
"Well, the Curtis's are having me for dinner, and I got my old place back, so I'll be catching up, seeing what I missed." I shrugged.
"Well, you best be going soon then. It's nearly three thirty. Though before you go, see that coat? Bring it to me." He pointed to an old jacket that looked about thirty or fourth years old at least. I got it off of the coat hook and gave it to the dying man. He reached in and fiddled with something and handed me a large wad of cash.
"Oh no, I ain't taking your money. I don't do that." I held my hands up.
"No. You're taking my money because it's gonna be your money when I'm dead. I'm leaving you and y/n and Abilene my money and the house. Take this as a present, or something to hold you off until you get the full amount." He shoved the bunch of bills into my jacket pocket.
"Man, I still feel bad." I sighed in defeat, the old man was restless.
"Maybe this'll cheer you up." He handed me a piece of paper that turned out to be a photograph. I took the photo and stared at it in awe. It was a coloured photograph that had y/n looking as beautiful as ever dressed in a yellow sundress on the beach cross legged and sitting in front of her was a girl about toddler age with the same coloured hair as mine and my eyes. Well, they looked how my eyes used to be, when I was a little kid. She wore a blue sundress and had her hair in pigtails held up by blue ribbons. They both were caught in mid-laugh and were facing away from the sunset in the background.
"Is that?" I gestured to the little girl that I was tearing up at the sight of.
"That's Abilene, about two years ago, three maybe. It's the only one I have of her but it should belong to her daddy, it's only right. Now you head on out and take care of my daughter, boy. Ya hear?" He launched into a fit of coughing on which a swarm of nurses attended to him.
"Thank you." I nodded before I was ushered out of the room. I hopped onto a bus to get back to the neighbourhood and walked into the Curtis house to find a bunch of party decorations and a bunch of confetti being thrown into my face.
"Welcome home, Dally!" Two-Bit launched himself at me and got me into a headlock. Everyone seemed shocked that I didn't start swinging and began jabbering around with everyone.
"Man, you still look tuff Dally." Johnny smiled happily.
"Yeah, thanks man. You look a lot better, got outta the parents house?" I patted him on the shoulder.
"Uh huh. Got a job too. I even travelled a bit, saw y/n in California with Pony a week ago. I remember y/n telling me about your call." He said happily.
"Heh, yeah. Anyways, I uh met he told man in the hospital and I got a photo of her and the kid." I grinned up at the boys.
"Well let's see." Darry came closer.
"Here it is. That's from two or three years ago, at least that's what her Dad said. And that kid, that's my daughter. Her name is Abilene, she's turning six on November 15th." I was proud to show my daughter off and my future wife. The boys all gathered around to look at my daughter and were telling me how much she looked like me, it was all in her eyes and hair.
"Shoot, Dal. I got a picture of her from when I saw Abilee a week ago." Ponyboy dig through his pocket and handed me a picture of an older Abilene and y/n at a zoo, y/n dressed in red bell bottoms and a loose paisley tank top still looking as fine as ever and Abilene in pink overalls and a white tee with her hair up in pigtails once more. They were both pointing at these flamingos and smiling wildly at each other. They were beautiful.
"Man, I think I'm softened up. I'm crying a bit." I laughed a little while tears brimmed my eyes.
"Lordy, let us have a look!" Soda peered over my shoulder along with everyone else except Pony and Johnny. I couldn't wait to see them in person.

AUTHORS NOTE: OKAY SO THIS IS KINDA BITTERSWEET BUT I LOVE THIS ALSO HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO DADDY DILLON AKA MATT DILLON OUR INCREDIBLE ACTOR WHO AGED LIKE FINE WINE INTO A DILF