Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

69|"The Gang Will Always Be There..."

<Soda's POV>

As soon as Chris told me that Two sounded like he was in danger, we were out of he door. With her hand in mine, I lead her to the car. Her large and swollen belly resists the speed. Once she is settled in the passenger seat I run to the other side of the truck and jump in. As I start the car Chris mumbles, "I hope he is okay." I nod in agreement as I begin to speed down the roads towards Two-Bit's house. Turn after turn goes by and my anxiousness only grows until I am made of it and fear I may explode from the suspense. When we finally pull into Two's driveway under hen street lights I am relieved to have arrived. Chris jumps out of the car with me and we rush to the door, throwing away the curtesy to knock. We barge through the door and find Two-Bit with his back facing us.

Chris's hand finds mine again as we stand frozen and breathless. "Two?" I ask nervously. Hesitantly Two-Bit slowly turns around. As he turns on his heel he mumbles slightly.

"I didn't even know, there isn't even a note." In Two-Bits arms is an infant who can't even be over two weeks old. It looks to be a boy, his skin still a soft pink. His small eyes mimic Two-Bit's, eliminating any possibility that the baby isn't his. They are a bright crystallized blue. There are small, soft tufts of brown hair on the baby's head. The baby just keeps staring at Two-Bit with the biggest doe eyes I have ever seen. 

Two-Bit has all of the blood drained from his face, he is sickly pale and almost green skinned. His hands are shaking slightly as he holds the baby uncomfortably. Keith's attention is one hundred percent on the baby. His eyes have yet to leave the sight of the child.

Chris takes a hesitant step forwards and reaches out her small hand. She delicately strokes the child's face with care. Biting both her lips, Chris looks up at Two-Bit who is still staring at the infant. The baby whimpers out for attention. Two-Bit makes a soft noise that sounds like a cry when the baby whimpers at him. I see his knees shake a bit so I step forward. Finally he looks up to me with teary eyes. It's weird to see Two-Bit so conflicted and upset when just a few hours before he was drunk and happily spitting jokes at Steve.

Christina cautiously takes the baby from Two-Bit's hands and holds it herself. She walks over to the couch and sits down as jaw attempts to soothe the soft crying child. I place a comforting hand on Two's shoulder as he looks at me with despair. "What am I going to do?" His voice comes out unstable and shaky, "what do I tell my mom, how do I take care of a freaking baby?" I shake my head slowly.

"You're both going to be fine, tell your mother the truth, finally graduate high school so you can get a job and support the baby, while you're at school we will watch the baby," I say quickly. Two-Bit bites his lip.

"What if my mom kicks me out?" Two asks nervously. Chris looks up from the couch.

"Then you can live with us, or Steve and Lena, or Dally and Skyler's house and share a room with Johnny, or he'll stay with one of us until you have money for your own house, the gang will always be there for you," Chris informs Two-Bit who nods frantically at us and then moves to the couch. As he kneels in front of Chris, he gestures for her to hand him the baby. When the child is back in his arms, the cries quiet and I think everyone relaxes. "What are you going to name him?" Two-Bit smiles and my heart warms at the sight of my friend happy again.

"Henry," he says happily, "Henry Robert Matthews."

<Dallas' POV>

I take Tibby from Skyler's tired arms and begin to walk towards the nursery. Tibby is half asleep in my arms by the time enter the small room that used to belong to my little sister. My arms outstretch and I place my daughter gently in the small white crib that contains a few soft blankets and the case for a blade that is engraved with the words 'From Uncle Two, fight on.' Tibby cuddles it hit at night which I guess is a little morbid since she is just over a year old and she is already sleeping with a case made for a switchblade. Well, now I know she will be a great greaser one day.