The young lovers ( ponyboy fanfic)

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• A week later •

We said goodbye to my mom that morning. She was so sad to go, and so were we. She enjoyed meeting everyone, especially Baby. But now everything's perfect. Everyone's living comfortably in the house.

In the past week, I started working part time at the consignment shop, and I do mean part time. Just a few hours a week. Ponyboy works most of his time down at the local library. Dally babysits the kids while we're both gone. I babysit them when he's gone to work. It seems like a perfect family to me, even if we're not all blood related. After Ponyboy gets home from work, he decides to take me out for the night. After I change into something else, I make sure someone's gonna watch Baby for us before we leave. We get in the truck, and he starts driving.

I'm not sure where we're going at this point, but I don't really care. The sun is beginning to dip down to the tops of the trees. He parks in an empty field. We climb out, and he puts a blanket down in the bed of the truck. He places a picnic basket down and helps me climb up.

"You're a little crazy, Pony. Just a little," I tell him, He laughs.

"It runs in the family."

"I can tell."

He pulls out two sandwiches, pop bottles, and slices of chocolate cake. He takes a bite.

"You know, it's real quiet out here," he says with a full mouth. It comes out a little weird.

"It's eel kite ow ear?" I ask with a laugh, He swallows.

"It's real quiet out here."

"I know what you said. I was just teasing."

"Of course," he says. We eat in silence for a little while. He breaks the silence.

"I'm glad you're my wife."

"I'm glad you're my husband."

"What would you do if we had stayed friends forever?" he asks.

"I don't know, but we're not gonna try to figure it out."

He laughs.

"We can't."He says.

"Would you ever regret any of this?"

"Why would I?" he asks. "It's the most perfect life anyone could ask for. I wouldn't trade it for anything you could offer me."

"I wouldn't trade it either. I used to think that I had it all. When it was taken away from me, I realized I had nothing to begin with. That is until you found me. Something happened, and now we have it all, Pony. I can't imagine if something happened to you or Baby or to anyone else. You're all I have anymore..."

He scoots over and puts his arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he points out at the sky.

"You see that?" he asks. "That's how I see our family."

"What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled by his words.

"I see Baby as gold. She's so pure and beautiful and innocent. I see you as the pink, orange, and red. You're beautiful because of all the things you've seen and been through to become. You're not completely innocent because you've seen things that change you. I see myself as the blue because years in these streets show you things you don't want to see, and I was so to myself for as long as I could remember. I only opened up to a few people. But when all of these colors are together, they create something passionate and beautiful. Do you know what I mean?"

I nod slowly.

"Yeah. I understand... How did you ever think that up?"

"I've always got my girls in mind, don't I?"