Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

41|"What Happened?"

<Skyler's POV>

1 month later.

I bounce Tibby on my hip covering the mark I don't want Dally to see with the baby as I hum Light My Fire by The Doors quietly. I hummed this often when I was pregnant, so now it soothes my child when she cries. Her small hands grasp at the locks of hair that didn't make it into the knot I made to holdback my black hair that now stretches to my waist. Dallas walks into the living room in just his blue jeans and stares at me. "Morning," I say without much enthusiasm.

"Skyler?"

"Yes?" I answer with a question. Dally points to me.

"Why are you walking around in just your bra and underwear?" I look down at myself and then back to Dally while shrugging.

"I don't have a clean shirt and my jeans are uncomfortable, why are you complaining?" I ask smirking. Dallas smiles and picks up Tibby who is giggling happily. Tibby is now lounging on Dallas's shoulder. He disappears into Tibby's room and then comes out without her.

"She is very much asleep now," Dallas says smiling. I smirk and let out a, "hmmm."

"You know what else, that couch is totally empty," Dallas says quickly before throwing me onto the couch cushions and jumping on top of me as his lips connect with mine.

"Ouch!" I yell as Dallas's hands hits the bottom of my stomach when he lands on me.

He pulls away. "What?" Dallas asks. I cringe.

"It's just where you're hand hit, it still hurts from when Tibby kicked me while I was holding her," I cover up quickly. I pull Dallas back down onto me. He lays down on me more and I groan again. Before I can cover it up Dallas sits up straddling me.

"What's wrong," he starts and then cuts himself off when he sees my stomach. A giant bruise has formed on my stomach. "okay Tibby could not injure you that much, what the hell happened?" Dallas asks in a yell. I cringe and look away.
"Skyler Elizabeth what happened?!" Dallas screams at me. I slip out from under him.

"I didn't want you to act up! Especially in front of Tibby!" I protest. Dallas points angrily at me.

"What happened?!" I hold back my tears.

"It was the soc you beat up when we were going to visit Chris, the one that was making fun of us being young parents, he wasn't very happy so when I was taking Tibby out I couldn't find a stroller so I was holding her and that soc found me. I couldn't put Tibby down, then they may of taken her, so when he approached me and all I could do as they cornered me was lift Tibby above my head so they couldn't reach her. Meanwhile I just stood there and took the punches to my open stomach, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just don't like when your angry," I explain with the tears I had tried to hold in falling down my cheeks as I covered my face with my hands. "I'm so terrible at being a mom, I should of just ran!" Dallas face softens and he wraps his arms around me. My body melts into his and I bawl into his shoulder.

"Shhh, you took dozens of punches to your gut so they wouldn't get to Tibby, that is the best you could do my darling." He says with his hot breath on my ear.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you down into this life," I mumble. Dallas pulls away and looks at me.

"What do you mean?" He asks innocently.

"Oh don't act like you don't think about it, you hate kids, you're prone to being reckless but now you have responsibilities, and I can't even have a good five minutes alone with you without Tibby crying, or me crying myself, I'm just sorry," I say with shaky breaths and tears cascading down my cheeks from my steel eyes. My whole body starts to shake so hard in that moment.