The Outsiders Imagines

45: Steve Imagine

"Steve, please calm down," you requested. Your forehead was beaded with sweat and your breathing was deep. "You're not the one about to give birth."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but this is crazy," he replied, helping you out of the car. He grabbed your bag with your clothes in it and walked with you into the hospital.

He was right by your side the entire time you were there. He held your hand as you pushed, for both births. Yes, you had twins, Angela Louise and Weston Robert (from my chap on children's names and such).

You were holding Angela, ad Steve was holding Weston when the gang came to visit. The all took turns with the babies, congratulating you two and saying how cute they both were.

"Y/N, I think your little girl's got your eyes," Soda, who had been decided to be the godfather of your children, pointed out.

You beamed. "Yeah, but she's got her dad's everything else."

"Not his gender though, I hope. You did say she was a girl, right?" Two-bit joked.

There was a mix of glaring and laughing at Two.

When the gang left, you and Steve lay together with your children in each of your arms, just being happy to be a family. It was the happiest day of your life.

Not some of my better work, but not terrible either, I hope. Sorry for the terrible joke. M'kay.

~Mariah