“I love you too,” he said back, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around me.

The day Y/n told me she was pregnant with my baby was the day my life changed forever. I didn’t know how to feels scared? Mad? Happy? Sad? I knew I couldn’t leave her alone to raise the baby alone so I stayed, it’s also helps that I love her so much. Darry wasn’t happy to find out I was going to be a dad but said he would help us get though this. She moved in a month after because she got kicked out of her family’s house so we gladly took her in. Sodapop started sleeping on the couch so we could have the room to ourselves. The gang was so excited to be uncles all except for Dally no shock there but they did everything for Y/n as her stomach got bigger and bigger over the months. We got my old crib out of the cellar and got baby clothes I used to wear when I was little. The room was set and ready for out little baby by the 8th month. I hummed softly rubbing her swollen stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you.” I said kissing her stomach causing her to giggle. “What do you think the baby is?” Y/n said running her fingers though my messy hair “A little girl.” He said “a little girl that I can protect and treat like the little princess she is. What about you love?” She shrugged and said “a boy. A little boy who looks just like his daddy.” I smiled up at her and gave her a kiss. “I love you so much.” “I love you more.” As if I’m cue. She let out a groan and held her stomach. “What’s wrong baby?” I said worried “is something wrong with the baby?” She shook her head “I don’t think so. My stomach just hurts really bad.” She let out another groan and a little cry as tears flooded her eyes “It’s ok baby, I’ll go get Darry he’ll know what to do.” I ran downstairs to the living room where Darry was reading the newspaper “somethings wrong with Y/n. She’s having stomach pains.” I said worried for the safety of my child. He put his paper down and went upstairs to our room where Y/n was laying in bed crying her eyes out because of the pain. Darry day in the bed and rubbed her stomach before saying “what’s the matter? Pony says you’re having stomach pains.” She nodded and let out a yelled. “I think I’m going into labor!” She yelled her eye screwing shut. My eye widened. Omg my girlfriend going into labor what do I do! Darry didn’t think twice before picking her up and bring her to his truck. I got in the back with her and held her hand all the way to the hospital. 7 hours later my son was born. Little boy with hair and eyes like mine, basically a spitting image of me when I was a baby. “Look at him Ponyboy, I never though I could ever love someone as much I do now.” Y/n said holding the tiny boy close to her chest. I told her I would be right back and ran out of the room and to the waiting room where the gang was waiting for me. When they saw me they stood up and looked at me. I smiled and said “a healthy baby boy!” Soda was the first to hug me tightly and say “congrats pony! What’d ya name him.” “Charlie Dean Curits. After dad.” The boys all congratulated me and went back to see Y/n who was passed out in her bed exhausted from just giving birth to Charlie. I held the baby in my arms and handed him to Darry first. “Got yourself a little heart breaker on your hands Ponyboy. Gotta teach ‘im his ta fight.” Dally said with a smirk “when he’s old enough Dall, he’s only a few hours old.” I chuckled sitting next to my sleeping girlfriend. I watched the boys talk to the him and hold him. I held Y/n hand as she slept soundly and smiled. I have a great family.

Request: Since you take requests can you make one where reader is new in school and meets Ponyboy and then after like a few months of being close he tells the reader that he's in love with them and then they share their first kiss together? Hope you like it! It was your first day at this new school and you were nervous as hell. The anxiety was compounded by the fact that you were also a freshman, and a young one at that. But most of the students just ignored you throughout the day. They had their own lives and friends to deal with. In fact, you hadn’t really met anyone by the time you got to lunch. You stood with your tray, looking at the throng of noisy teenagers sitting and eating with all their friends. Almost every place was taken, except a table near the back of the room. A few of the boys that had lots of oil in their hair were hanging around back there, but just one boy was at the table, nose in a book, randomly taking bites of a sandwich. “Do you mind if I sit at your table,” you asked meekly. His eyes glanced up at you, widening a bit as though he hadn’t been expecting anyone to bother him. Mouth full of food, he nodded emphatically before swallowing. “Sure!” “Thank you,” you smiled with relief, setting down your tray and pressing your skirt close to your thighs so you wouldn’t wrinkle it too badly when you sat. “You’re new here, aren’t you,” he asked, closing his book around a finger. “I think we’re in the same history class.” You offered him a hand across the table and he shook it gently. “I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you…” He mumbled something under his breath, reopening his book like he was trying to avoid the question. It confused you a bit and you replied “Excuse me?” “My name’s Ponyboy,” he answered, though his voice was still hurried. You grinned wide at him as his cheeks grew red. “That’s a really nice name. I wish I had an interesting name like that.” Pretty soon, his grin was as wide as yours. After that, you and Ponyboy were fast friends. He showed you around town, told you about the Greaser/Soc rivalry, introduced you to his family and the gang. You did almost everything together, homework, studying, sometimes even dinner at each other’s houses, at which Ponyboy expressed nervousness because he’d never been to a girl’s house for dinner, let alone on that side of town. But your parents liked him just fine, seeing that he was a gentleman despite the grease in his hair. The first time Ponyboy grabbed your hand at the movies, you knew you were smitten. Certainly he had always been a good-looking guy, with those green-grey eyes so like the stormy sea, but it was that simple little intimate touch that made your heart skip a beat. You tried to keep the feelings under wraps, though you couldn’t help the flutter in your stomach when he smiled at you or when your knees knocked together when you sat close. You were so busy worrying that such a handsome and sweet guy like him would never like someone as silly as yourself that you never noticed that the smiles he flashed you were always accompanied by flushed cheeks at the sight of you or that all those touches you thought were accidental were anything but. It was a huge surprise to you then, when one night, leaving the library together with a few books, Ponyboy stopped you, looking fidgety and nervous. “Y/N, we’ve been hanging out for a while now, right,” he asked, knuckles turning white as he grasped the book in one hand, the other brushing through his hair haphazardly. “And we have a good time together, gotten to know each other pretty well, right?” “Yeah, Ponyboy,” you nodded slightly. It took you a moment to realize you were holding your book across your chest like a shield, hoping like hell he wasn’t going to try and rip your heart out. “Y/N, I… Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is,” he mumbled, running his hand across the back of his neck. “I’m in love with you, y/n.” All the air left your lungs in that instant and you struggled to breathe and think. Ponyboy Curtis was in love with you. The boy of your dreams, with his kind face and his gentle touch, for whom your heart had been beating for the last month or so, was in love with you. Suddenly, you realized your lack of response when you saw the crestfallen look on Ponyboy’s face. Not able to put together the words you wanted to say, you rushed forward and pressed a kiss into his lips. They were so soft and warm and you could feel yourself almost melting as he wrapped his arms around you. When you could finally think and breathe, you pulled away to give him a smile, barely able to contain your excitement. “I love you too, Ponyboy.”