Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. আপনি had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
আপনি were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get প্রথমপাতা from work. Ponyboy had been watching আপনি for today, making sure আপনি “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck আপনি again, and আপনি just groan. “Baby Grace আপনি are early. আপনি aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” আপনি talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are আপনি ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” আপনি answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey মাউস on TV. All of a sudden আপনি really wanted some চকোলেট milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can আপনি get me some চকোলেট milk… Please?” আপনি ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but আপনি stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” আপনি wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands আপনি the carton. আপনি unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
আপনি spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” আপনি say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” আপনি clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
আপনি wince as another contraction hits.
আপনি might just be having a baby on the couch.
আপনি were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get প্রথমপাতা from work. Ponyboy had been watching আপনি for today, making sure আপনি “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck আপনি again, and আপনি just groan. “Baby Grace আপনি are early. আপনি aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” আপনি talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are আপনি ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” আপনি answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey মাউস on TV. All of a sudden আপনি really wanted some চকোলেট milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can আপনি get me some চকোলেট milk… Please?” আপনি ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but আপনি stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” আপনি wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands আপনি the carton. আপনি unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
আপনি spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” আপনি say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” আপনি clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
আপনি wince as another contraction hits.
আপনি might just be having a baby on the couch.
