"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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The Monday after Ponyboy and Cathy's wedding, just two days later, I had my first ultrasound. I was now twelve weeks and one day, meaning I only had six days until I entered my second trimester.
To say I was nervous was an understatement. So far, everything was going smoothly, but this early into the pregnancy, there was still room for something to happen.
"Babe will you stop freaking out?" Soda said as I ran around frantically looking for a hair tie in the messy bathroom. I had about three loads of laundry I hadn't done yet, not to mention mine and Claire's makeup all littered the counter. And this whole thing about seeing if the baby was okay or not was really getting to me. I didn't think I could handle a miscarriage.
I could feel the frustration intensifying as my hair fell in my face and I still couldn't find anything to pull it back with. Sodapop came in and he gently grabbed me around my arm and spun me around to face him. Upon seeing the concerned look on his face, I couldn't help but shed a few tears. His patience was so strong with me and I didn't know what I did to deserve it.
"Listen. It's all gonna be okay. Stressing isn't gonna help anything, okay?"
I nodded. I wrapped my arms around his middle, sniffing a little. When I pulled away, Soda held out his hand. When he opened it, all I could do was laugh.
"Where'd you find it?" I asked him, taking the hair tie from him.
"Bedside table."
I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. I quickly tossed my hair up in a ponytail. "Foggy brain is already getting to me."
"Hey, it'll be okay. I'm right here to help."
"Thank you, Soda," I told him, smiling at him.
"You don't need to thank me, doll." He gave me a light squeeze. "I love you."
I smiled up at him. "I love you, too."
"Are you ready to go now?"
I nodded. "Yeah, appointment's at nine-thirty."
"And it's nine now," he said, looking down at his watch. "Let's get going." I nodded.
"Going for your ultrasound?" Claire asked and I nodded.
"Yeah. We shouldn't be gone too long. Will you guys be alright with Robin?"
"Yeah, definitely," Greg said.
"Yeah, I'm sure we can figure out this whole... aunt and uncle thing."
Robin, who sat on the couch with a bowl of cheerios, looked between Greg and Claire and then turned her attention up to Sodapop and me. She didn't say anything, but you could see that she was nervous about us leaving.
"We'll be back soon, okay?" Sodapop told her, putting on a wide grin.
"Promise?" she asked in that small voice of hers and I felt my heart break in two. All I could imagine was Sandy saying, "I'll be right back," only to disappear off to god only knows where and that reminded me of how my mother left me with my siblings. Maybe this was God or whoever's way of saying they were sorry for ripping me son away from me and now I had not one but three kids to look after with one on the way. As messed up as it sounds, maybe this all happened for a reason.
