Bree's POV
Yesterday, soda had a major breakthrough. Now everybody was arguing.
"I think we need to send soda to a hospital!" Darry shouted for the umpteenth time.
"We ain't sending my brother no where!" Pony yelled back.
"Guys guys calm down." Two bit tried to reason with them.
Soda was shaking something awful, we could hear them from upstairs.
"We can't take care of him anymore, if I take off anymore I'll get fired." Darry said, exasperated and exhausted as we all were.
"I know he's a mess but-" I couldn't hear anymore because all my focus was on soda, his blue eyes were just sad and they refused to meet mine.All of the sudden soda lurched himself out of my arms and ran downstairs and through the door.
I was shocked but I ran downstairs and looked at the gang.
"Nice going guys." I say sarcastically.
Before they could reply I ran down the road and into a field where soda was sitting."Hey babe." I whispered sitting beside him.
"I'm sorry. I-I j-j-just had t-to g-get out." He choked out.
"Shhhh babe, it's alright." I whisper wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight.
When they all got there, they were careful to explain they didn't mean it they were just tired.
Soda nodded and looked at Darry and pony. He smiled a little."I can't believe it." Soda whispered.
We all looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"I can't believe I could ever forget a family like y'all." He said laughing.
"Wait, you remember?" Darry asked hopeful for once.
"Yeah superman, I do." He says laughing.Everyone laughs. We all group hug like a family. I guessed it was time to tell him.
"Soda I'm pregnant. " I say.
He looks shocked before breaking out in this huge grin.
"I'm going to be a dad?" He asks.
I nod, smiling.
"IM GOING TO BE A DAD!" He yells excitedly. I hug him and kiss him passionately.Everything was going right.
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"If you want someone murdered right, you have to do it yourself." A male voice muttered from the darkness.
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