"baby, please don't cry"
Candice "Candy Cane" Marshall hasn't seen or talked to any of her friends in a long time. Dallas and Johnny are gone and she's terrified to face the fact that Steve and Sodapop may have met their fates in Vietnam. But when t...
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"Are you ready?" Soda called from outside the bathroom the next morning. I was finishing up washing my face after throwing up my breakfast and was about to start brushing my teeth.
"In a minute!" I shouted back to him. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw we still had twenty minutes before my appointment. I was dressed in lazy clothes: a long flowy skirt and a tank top with a denim jacket. I finished brushing my teeth, all the while staring down at the ring on my finger. It fit so perfectly and it looked so nice against my light skin.
I couldn't believe this was really happening. I was a little bummed I could no longer propose to Sodapop myself, but the fact that we were engaged at all made me excited for our future. And on top of that, I was possibly pregnant. I just hoped this didn't end up being some kind of bug or if I did end up pregnant, it would actually work out.
I'd spent so long pining after Sodapop Curtis and now we were becoming a family. A real family.
I spit out the last of my toothpaste, then washed my mouth out and washed my hands. I took a hair tie and pulled back my hair into a messy, high ponytail before meeting Sodapop outside in the living room.
"Will you guys be okay by yourself for an hour?" I asked the twins. Claire was reading and Greg was flipping through TV programs.
"Yeah, we'll be fine."
"Okay. We'll be home soon. Call Darry and Tash if you need anything."
"Gotcha!" Claire called before Sodapop ushered me out the door.
"We have plenty of time, Soda, don't worry," I laughed.
"I know, but I'm anxious. I wanna know as soon as possible."
He was giddy and practically bouncing out of his Converse and all I could do was smile at him. We climbed into his car and he started it up. The whole drive over to the hospital, he held my hand, occasionally bringing it up and kissing my knuckles.
I couldn't remember the last time I felt this loved by a person. I mean, I know Andy had loved me. But the way Sodapop looked at me like I was the only person in the room, like I was the sun and lit up his life-- I knew Soda and I were meant to be together. We were so in love it almost hurt sometimes.
Sodapop pulled into a parking lot and I couldn't help but smile at the way the sun rays entered through the window of the car and illuminated him. He was golden.
"You ready?" he asked, sounding like we were about to open presents on Christmas morning. Hell, maybe we should have been.
"I'm ready." We let go of each other's hands and got out of the car. We reunited on the other side and walked hand in hand through the front doors and up to the front desk.
"Names please?"
"Curtis," Sodapop said. "Er, I guess it would be under Marshall."
