The Curtis sister~ A Dallas Winston fan fiction

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Mary's point of view:
I eventually told everyone that Dallas and I were having quadruplets some were nervous (Darry,Pony,and Johnny). Some of them were happy (Ally,Cherry, and Marcia) and some cried (Two,Steve, and of course Soda). It has now been a week after my appointment so I only have one more week to go until the babies come. Dallas was actually stepping up and doing his part in the pregnancy which just made me more anxious to see him as a father. Last night I actually woke up to him talking to my stomach it was the cutest thing I have ever seen. "Want to hear something funny?" Dallas questioned me as we slowly walked hand in hand down the street for a little fresh air. "I always want to hear something funny." I say smiling up at him. "I ran into George today ya know the cop...he said that all the cops in the station were talking about us getting married....they now call us double trouble." He said kinda laughing to himself. "We are double trouble. You know never in a million years would I have thought that I would have ended up with the man of my dreams. Whats even crazier is that the man of my dreams is you." I said as he leaned. Before we got a chance to kiss a voice broke us apart. "I thought I was the man of your dreams sugar!" The voice that was all to familiar to me spoke up. A few moments later Tyler come slowly walking out of a shadowy alley way. I then saw Dallas eyes glass over they became cold and evil as he let go of my hand and stepped in front of me. "You better back the fuck up." Dallas said clenching his fists. "I just wanted to congratulate you two on the baby." He said with a shit eating smile on his face.
"I'm not in the mood!" Dallas said raising his voice because he didn't know weather to hit him or not. As things started to heat up I got a knot in my stomach. All of sudden Dallas and Tyler were throwing fists but this wasn't a regular fight they really looked like they were trying to kill each other. Then if as things couldn't possibly get any worse a group of socs come and start to beat up Dallas to. I then heard yelling everything was happening so fast I didn't feel to good. When I looked back at the fight I saw the Shepherds gang has joined it and is helping Dallas. I just kept my eyes on Dallas but it was hard because I stared tearing up. Dallas was beat up but he kept fighting. I then heard more yelling and I have never been more scared to see a switch blade pulled out in a fight then in that moment. Everything was in slow motion as I watched the blade pierce my husbands abdomen. As Dallas hit the floor I tried to go over and get him out of there but my water broke. I was forced on my hands a knees from the pain. I was so helpless my husbands bleeding out and I'm going into labor. As I began to think that this is the end it was like God got had finally got my message and someone grabbed me and help me over to a car away from the fight. I sat myself up on the curb and leaned against the car as I watched the man pull Dallas out of the fight. "Hey stay with me both of you focus on me help is on the way!" The man that I now recognized as Tim Shepherd said as he came into focus. As if the ambulance was on que I heard sirens rushing down the street. A few seconds later there were 3 cop cars to break up the fight and 2 ambulances to helped the injured. I watched crying as I saw my husband on a stretcher being helped into an ambulance. "I'm coming that's my husband!" I said once I reached where Dallas was. "Ma'am you can't your going into labor!.... I need another stretcher we got a woman in labor." The medic yelled to the other medics. I was then also forced into a stretcher. I fought so hard to get into the back of Dallas's ambulance but I couldn't. I then sat in my stretcher bawling my eyes out as I watched the ambulance my husband was in speed away down the street. The doors to the ambulance that I was in shut and the medics started to tend to me as we drove quickly to the hospital. All I could think about on the way to the hospital was am I going to have to deliver these babies by myself or worst of all is the love of my life, the man of my dreams, the reason I wake the fuck up in the morning....dead.