Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

Big things coming

July the 4th, Friday
Darry's POV:
9:30pm. We're out her in the back yard, letting Two-bit light the fireworks cause he's a man now. He turned eighteen, four weeks ago.

We light them and sit and watch and talk.

They're pretty.

Tommy slips me and kiss in my head on the way in.
Did I tell you he's tall? Like Dally tall? He's six feet tall. I'm only 5'10.

We all sit on the couch sweating our balls off except for mom, but no shit.

"Dally, how are my babies?" Mom smiles.

She loves talking about her babies.
She doesn't have any actual grandchildren, but I guess she does?
I don't fucking know?

He's fanning himself, his sweat is just sliding down him.
Two-bit gets ice from the fridge and puts it in a bag and rest it on Dally's back.

"Um, I'm seventeen weeks. So basically, the two girls are identical and they're over here on the right side. And the baby boy is on the left. The girls are a little bigger than him, but not enough for anyone to be worried. I shit four times today, so that wasn't fun at all." He shook his head.

"Well that's once for everyone you're carrying." Dad shrugs.

"Oh, well when you put it like that it feels a whole lot more normal." He rolls his eyes, but in an agreeing way.

"There he is, do y'all see him?" He points down to the left side of his stomach.

We all "awwwww"-ed. You can see the little bump where he's pressing.

"Can you hand me a piece of ice?" He asks Two-bit.

Two-bit hands him the ice and he puts it right on the dent in his bump.

It immediately draws in.

Dally starts laughing.

"Dallas!" Two-bit flicks him, "you scared my son."

"I didn't scare him I just chilled him, if you touch him he'll come right back." He brings his laugh to just a smile.

"Y'all, what should we name him?" Two-bit grins.

Everyone just awkwardly glances at each other.

"I'm naming the boy." Dally reminds him.

"What's his name?"

"Can't tell you, you'd cry like a baby."

"No, I wouldn't. Over a name?" Two-bit looks at him crazily.

"Yes, you would. You're actually gonna shit yourself when you hear his name." Dally nods.

"Fine then I'll guess. Dallas Tucker Winston Jr."

"Absolutely not." Dally cackles.

We start laughing at how hard Dally laughs.

"Why the fuck, would I name him after me?"

"Self-love?"

We laugh harder.

"Two-bit, I could listen to you guess forever." Dad sighs.