First Kick

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Dallas
"Hey babe?!" You call through the house a hand on your stomach a wide grin on your face.
"Yeah?" Dallas calls back from the kitchen.
"Come here for a sec!" You shout sitting up in bed. Dallas was soon strolling in the room sitting at the edge of the bed.
"What's up?" He yawns tiredly.
"I think the baby's kicking." You announce biting your bottom lip. Dally's eyes widen.
"Wait really?" He asks kneeling beside the bed and lifting your shirt as you feel another small kick. He looks up at you a smile on his face. "Oh my god," he chuckles putting both hands on either side of your 18 week pregnant belly, "hey there baby." He chuckles pressing his lips to your belly button. You chuckles at him putting a hand behind his neck and rubbing it with your thumb. "It's daddy kiddo, I'm so glad I can finally feel you, you're real!" He chuckles at the last part. You can't hold in your laugh resting a hand on the top of Your bump as another kick can be felt from your stomach. "There he is again!" He exclaims placing a kiss to the spot where your baby was kicking.
"I know, I'm so happy you can finally feel him." You chuckle.
"Wait him?"
"Yeah, I think it's a boy."
His smile grows wider before placing a kiss on your lips.
"I think so too." He admits pecking your lips once more.
Two-Bit
You were laying on the couch comfortably when Two came up lifting your shirt and blanket off Your stomach.
"Two, what are you doing?" You chuckle.
"I read that at this point in a pregnancy babies develop ears." He replies.
"So?" You chuckle setting the remote on the coffee table.
"So, that means the baby can hear me now, so I can talk to them and they can hear me." Two replies pressing his lips to your belly button. You shake your head playfully allowing him the right to talk to your baby. You place a hand on the back of his head playing with his hair.
"Hey there baby, it's daddy again, I know you could hear me before, but now you can so I have ever intention of telling you how much I love you." Two begins getting comfortable sitting on the floor beside the couch. You manage a wide smile. "I'm going to spoil you as much as I can, but things can't but happiness and since your mom won't let me steal no more," you playfully smack the back of his head, he laughs. "See what I mean? But I love you so much and-" he cut off by a small kick to your belly button. He looks up at you bother of you shocked.
"Was that you? If it was kick again." He encourages. Soon enough another kick was thumping against your belly.
"Hey, I'm so excited to meet you now even more than I was ten seconds ago,"
Ponyboy
"Pony!" You call sitting up against the back of the couch. Within seconds Pony is by your side from his office.
"What's wrong?" He asks panic in his voice he sits beside you.
"I think the baby is kicking." You admit putting a hand on either side of your ever growing stomach.
"You think?" He chuckles catching his breath now a little less panicked.
"I can't tell." You blush,
Your cheeks turning a bright pink shade.
"Between what? A kick is a kick." Pony laughs placing a hand at the top of your stomach.
"Things digesting," you giggle your cheeks turning even brighter.
He laughs kissing your cheek. "I love you."
"Shut up." You laugh shoving his chest playfully. "I'm serious, there it is again." You gasp hiding Pony hand to the spot. Pony waits for a few seconds soon it happens again.
"Is that a kick?" You question your hand still over Pony's hand.
"I think so, if feels like a kick, but I've never really felt a baby kick though." He laughs putting both hand in your belly. It happens again.
"I think that's a kick." You admit a smile written across your face. Pony kneels in front of your stomach.
"Is that a kick baby? Huh?" He asks. Another thumping soon followed. "Oh my god! They're actually kicking!" He gasps kissing the top of your stomach. You giggle.
"Yeah I think the baby is kicking." You chuckles at Ponys excitement.

Johnny
"Johnnycakes what are to I doing?" you giggle as your husband lifts your shirt pressing his lips to your belly button.
"THe baby can start kicking now." He simply replies rubbing soothing circles into your skin. A smile spreads across your face.
"Where'd you hear that?" You ask putting a hand behind he head playing with his black locks.
"I read it somewhere." He replies pressing his ear to your belly button.
"You read too many baby books." You giggle.
"I know, but I'm just getting educated." He defends lifting his head to plant a kiss on your lips. You nod knowing he was right as he pressed his lips to you taut skin once again.
"What if they still don't kick?"
"Then we'll try again soon." He shrugs. "Come on baby, please kick for your daddy." He pleads.
Sodapop
A onesie saying 'My daddy spoils me' grabs your attention. You can't help but smile running the light blue fabric through your fingers. You cant help it, you throw the onesie in the cart. A thump against your stomach stops you. You run your hand acids the area not knowing what it was. You shrug not letting it bother you; you start down the aisle again looking behind you for your husband but not seeing him so you continue to look through the aisle filled with baby clothes and shoes which was your favorite even though it was too early but you didn't care you still loved to get things for your up and coming son.
You feel the thump again, this time you look down at your belly.
"What's going on sweetheart?" You whisper soothing the spot with your palm calmly.
"Hey baby, are these alright?" Soda asks coming behind yo holding a package of bottle. You nod.
"Yeah that'll be great," you feel it again, it suddenly hits you, these are tiny kicks. You gasp loudly.
"What's wrong?" He asks panic setting in.
"Nothing, I think he's kicking," you whisper taking his hand and guiding him to the spot on your tummy. You feel it again. Soda gasps just as loud.
"Oh my god." He shad kneeling down and placing a kiss on your belly button and another on your lips.
Darry
"Goodnight sweetheart." Darry says leaning over and giving you a kiss to your lips before planting another on your belly button. "Night my little button." He chuckles rubbing the spot softy on your growing baby bump.
"Night Dar." You reply as he turns off the lights a smile on your face at seeing him interact with the baby. When he lays down you lay your head on his chest with a Depp sigh before closing your eyes trying to fall asleep.
No matter how hard you try you can't fall asleep, you tried a million different positions but you couldn't get comfortable at all. You look over and see Darry is fast asleep small snores escaping from from his lips. You groan rolling your eyes. You roll over hoping that will help when you feel a tiny flutter in your lower belly. You shoot up in bed and shake Darry awake knowing exactly what it was the second it happened.
"Darry!" You say shaking his shoulder as you feel it again. He groans as he sits up and turns the light on.
"She's kicking!" You smile.
"No way!" He say feeling your stomach where you guided his hand; he now fully awake. You feel it again. "Oh my god!" He smiles kissing your lips. "Hey button." He chuckles rubbing at your belly.
Steve
"Steve what are you doing?" You giggle as He puts his hand on your belly kneeling beside you on the couch.
"My mom told me the baby starts to kick at 18 weeks so I'm checking to see if she's kicking." He replies shrugging as if it was obvious.
"Trust me I would know." You say as you sit up from the couch and he sits next to you giving you a light peck on the lips.
"I know but I wanna know too, I just wanna feel her." He groans.
Later in the night
You spit the left over toothpaste from your mouth and rinse with water. Steve comes in putting a hand on either side of your belly, you giggle giving him a kiss on your tippy toes.
"One more time before bed?" You nod playfully
Rolling your eyes allowing him to check. Just then you feel a flutter in your belly. You gasp.
"Is that you baby girl?" Steve asks kneeling in front of your stomach. You feel it again. "She's kicking! Oh my god she's actually kicking!" He laughs.
"She loves her daddy I guess!" You smile he looks up at you giving you a hug seeing the tears in your eyes. He holds you not letting you go.

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