Love Who You Love

Chapter 23|| Welcome Back Pt. 2

~Previously~

"Alright." They said. I closed the bedroom door and grabbed my clothes off of the bed and made my way into the bathroom. When I shut the door to a crack, I looked in the mirror. I really did look terrible, maybe some food and a shower will do me good....

~Now~

I turned on the water and stepped in once the bathroom started steaming, it was hot but I just let it burn all of what happened yesterday and last night away. When I finished and stepped out I could hear the twins start to cry and fuss so I wrapped a towel around my waist and checked in on them. I opened the door and saw Ponyboy picking Daisy up and lightly bouncing her while he talked to her. For a 15 year old with PTSD he wasn't bad with babies.

"What's the matter?" He said, his voice was so soft and gentle. The way he manipulated his voice made him sound like a baby himself which was quiet funny. I chuckled. He turned his head towards me and raised an eyebrow before he smirked a rare Ponyboy smirk. Man, since the church thing happened I've hardly seen that smirk.

"And what're you laghin' at?" He joked, he knew for a fact I did the same thing with them as well as I knew.

     I shook my head looking down and chuckled. "Nothing, it's just funny since I've never really heard ya talk like that." I stated, tightening my grip on the towel around my waist. He shook his head too and started chuckling with me. When that was over he began to walk out of the bedroom with Daisy who was still fussing about.

    "You can finish up in there while I change her." He told me. I didn't need to be told twice. Without another word I closed the door to the bathroom and leant against it for a second. No one has seen me without a shirt on since I had the twins besides Dally.

     Ever since I had the twins I've hated going shirtless, part of it is from the weight I've gained, even if it's not much, another part is the stretch marks and how my chest is a little bigger, and the last part is that I'm around 12 weeks pregnant so I'm beginning to show. My chest doesn't show as much anymore but I still prefer to wear a shirt when I'm around everyone. Maybe when the stretch marks fade more and my chest is back to normal after baby number 3 comes around but until them I'm not going anywhere without a shirt.

     I finished getting dressed and combed my hair back before I walked out and made my way over to Dash who was still in the bassinet. I picked him up and walked out of my room and down the hall into the nursery, not bothering to shut the door. When I walked in Pony was buttoning Daisy's purple onesie back up.

     He moved out of the way as I laid Dash on the changing table and I saw him lay Daisy back in her crib until I had to feed the two of them. As I unbuttoned Dash's white onesie, Pony started to talk.

"Breakfast is almost ready so when you're done you can join us." I turned my head and looked at him before smiling a little.

"Thanks Pony, for helping out and all while Soda works more." I couldn't help but feel guilty, he's only 15 and instead of doing stuff every 15 year old does he's helping me out with the twins while Dally's hurt. He should be out with friends instead of helping with the twins like now. He could even be working so we have extra cash laying around but instead he's helping me.

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     Ponyboy looked at his brother for a moment before he placed a hand on Darry's shoulder and locked his green eyes with his older brother's teal ones. He could tell Darry felt guilty, he didn't mind at all and he needed to get that point across. Pony loved his brother just as much as his niece and nephew and he didn't mind helping for the ones he loves.