Holy Hell, Dash and Daisy are a few weeks old already. Already! It seems like yesterday I was in labor, that Dally and I were holding them for the first time, changing their first diaper, the first time I gave them a feed, their first time in the car, the first sleepless night we went through, their first everything so far and our first everything, too. It all seems so different now that they're here, so much has changed and so much will change in the future.
Dally's working more shifts for the money, so are Soda and Pony and while they're at work I'm at home taking care of the 2 of them. I go back to work when we have everything handled, a babysitter, a schedule to go on for when they're older, and a whole lot more. When everyone's gone it gets a little boring, that is until the twins are older. They're still too little to really play, they only eat and sleep mostly. They are newborns after all. I've changed a whole lot, too.
My stomach isn't as flat, it's not by much at all but I still don't like it. My chest has gotten bigger but luckily they look like pecks instead of breasts. The thing I hate the most are the stretch marks. They are all around my sides and back, and the line going down the middle of my stomach is still there, most women get it and it fades away but I still don't like it there. The only thing getting me through it is the fact they'll fade over time and that Dally's always there to make me feel better.
Whenever I don't like the way I look he always compliments me, whenever I'm talking bad about myself he'll kiss me to shut me up. If that doesn't help, then he starts to do a little lovin' if you get my drift.
Recently I've had a lot of time to think, from old memories when I was younger than Ponyboy to stuff from when I was just 17 and older. I even looked back at the time I came out to Mom and Dad at 17, Hell I've even looked back to when I told Soda and Pony when I was 19.
~Flashback~
Darry paced around his bedroom deep in thought, anxiously waiting for his parents to come back home from their jobs while he thought up a plan. He chewed his nails out of nervousness, praying he could talk to them before they had more things to do.
It was obvious to anyone that being a parent of 3 boys between the ages of 10-16 wasn't easy, let alone being a Greaser with little to no money at times even with the amount they work. The entire neighborhood knew the Curtis family. They were the one family that would open up their home to anyone, give them a hot meal, treat everyone as kind as can be seeming to be blind of their differences or why they searched for a place to stay, to only get nothing in return for it. Even when the world was horrible to them, they were twice as kind without hesitation.
"We're home!" His mother's sweet, soft voice sang throughout the small and cozy house, her light footsteps paired with the heavier ones belonging to his father. Darry took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself and stepped out of his room, closing the door shut behind him. He was happy that his brothers were out with friends until their curfew at 8:30. That meant he had a few hours, and in only a few hours, a few minutes, even a few seconds, something can change dramatically. That one thought stuck out like a sore thumb for moment. Golly, how he wished he could be with friends instead of here.
Darry walked through the house and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and dinning room. There he saw his mother cooking a small meal for her and his father over the stove, as she did he saw his father sitting at the dining room table reading the paper. He gulped.
"Hey guys, c...can I talk to ya for a minute?" He said, his voice wavered. The 3 of them gathered in the kitchen, his mother turned off the stove and spun around to face her son while brushing her fiery red hair out of her face. His father looked up from the paper and folded it back into its original state before setting it down and meeting his son and wife in the kitchen.
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Love Who You Love
Fanfiction" It was an average day in Tulsa. The dogs barking, cars passing by old and weathered or new and expensive houses. An occasional person would walk down the sidewalk in clothing determining their social status. Just any other day to a normal per...
