<Dally's POV>

Skyler isn't wrong. I truly despise children, but she needs me. She just lost one of the two babies that have been with her for three months when she was ripped from my side. The least I could do is comfort her as we have her discharged from the hospital.

Once everyone is back in Darry's truck we drive silently back to the Curtis'. "Skyler Elizabeth, please don't be upset," I whisper to her.

"I'm not upset, just disappointed in myself," she says.

"Why?"

"While I was away, I didn't eat as much as I should've and I think maybe that maybe made the baby was unhealthy," she mumbles.

"You weren't eating as much?" I ask nervously. Skyler shakes her head nervously. "Why?"

"I don't even know, I'm just never hungry," she answers. I try to change the subject from Skyler's health since it bothers me a lot.

"So adoption..."

"Ya, neither of us are equipped for a kid and I don't believe in abortion so adoption is perfect," Skyler says.

"Okay, well if that's what you think." We stay in an uncomfortable silence until we elusively pull up in front of the house.

"Dally can we go back to your house, I really just wanna be alone," Skyler requests. I nod then say goodbye to my sister.

<Skyler's POV>

As we walk down the quiet streets of Tulsa I realize how awkward things have become between Dally and I. We aren't having our usual back and forth conversations."Dallas, am I doing something wrong?"

"Nah, I'm just still taking it all in," Dally explains. "We made a human being, and its growing inside you." I smile.

"Ya, we did," I mumble. For a split second I forget that I'm not keeping the baby. I forget that I won't be a mom that is walking around the house with an infant in her arms. I forget that Dallas would never want to be a father.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Dally asks. I snap out of my trance and nervously answer.

"Nothin.'" We walk carelessly into the house and I head straight for the couch and lay down. "Golly my back," I complain.

"Don't expect a massage."

"Thanks Winston," I mumble. As I lay there on my stomach, I start to feel hands on my shoulders. "I thought you said you weren't going to massage me."

"I figured 9 months with a watermelon strapped to your front your going to deserve it," Dally says. My eyes start to close as Dally rubs his hands on my back and shoulders.

"Dallas your putting me to sleep, but at the same time kind of turning me on," I say tiredly. Dallas laughs.

"No Skyler Elizabeth," is the last thing I hear before dozing off. The last thing I remember is the faint swaying of my body as Dallas carries me to the bed.

After a short nap I wake up because for some reason I am freezing. My cold skin is explained when I see the blankets are thrown off my body and my shirt is pulled up, exposing my stomach. I look to the side of the bed and see Dally is staring straight at the bump with furrowed brows. "Dallas,what the hell are you doing?"

"Observing," he says with his eyes still glued to my stomach. "Three months ago that was flat as a pancake... now it's a bump."

"Yes Dallas it's called pregnancy," I say laughing a little.

"Ya but there's a baby in there, and it's able to breathe inside of you... that's fucking creepy," he complains still not taking his eyes off of the bump.

"Dallas could you please look me in the eyes when you talk," I say grinding my teeth together. He flicks his eyes up to my face. "And by the way, don't get attached, it isn't staying, once it's born it's going to the orphanage," I plead.

"I know that, I'm just saying that your not thin anymore," Dallas says defensively. I hold my breath.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Well you kinda are."

"I am pregnant you fool not fat!"

"What's the difference?" Dallas asks innocently. I sigh and pull my shirt down over my stomach. "Oh relax Skyler Elizabeth, your still pretty." I smile then kiss Dallas's cheek.

<Soda's POV>

"Chris please!"

"No, I don't want to go to a bar!" She protests.

"But I'm only back for a week and I wanna have some fun, please!" I whine. Chris sighs and puts her head in her hands.

"Fine, but I am not getting overly drunk," Chris demands. I smile and then pull her out of the house. We walk in a comfortable silence to the bar with our hands locked in a tight grip.

As we walk into the building that smells of booze and cigarettes my heart starts to beat faster. Excitement fills my veins. I don't have to drink to be happy which is why I won't be drinking. I just want to see how drunk I can get Christina since she is extremely funny when she's drunk.

We sit on the tall stools in front of the counter and I order Chris a shot. "You aren't getting one?" She asks.

"I don't have to drink to act drunk," I say smiling. The bar tender slams down a shot glass and fills it with a fizzy liquid. "Bottoms up," I demand. Chris sneers playfully at me then gulps down the vile liquid.

"Dang that's good, can I have a few more over here," Chris says to the bartender. I laugh quietly to myself. After Chris has had a few drinks it is obvious that she's hammered. Her words slur and she is starting to babble like she does when she's drunk. Her dirty blonde tendrils of hair fall in front of her face and she doesn't pull them away. I catch her say something about no pants and gorgeous abs so I make her stop talking.

"Wait what?" I ask confused and nervous.

"I had a dream and you had no pants an gorgeous abs," she explains while bringing her face right up to my ear.

"Alright and how do you feel about that?" I ask laughing. She looks at my eyes for a moment as if thinking. Then she blinks quickly to clear her thoughts.

"I want you," Chris answers with her hand on my thigh.

"I can work with that, just not here," I say laughing at her drunk state. "Let's go home pretty girl," I say while helping her out of her seat and aiding her out the door. The cold night air hits me with great force and clears my senses quickly. As we walk Chris keeps falling into my side because she can't walk in a straight line. Also, she keeps attempting to kiss my neck, but whenever she starts to I brush her off and playfully scold her. She is good for a while, but that changes quickly. When her hand finds a spot between my legs my whole body tenses up.

"Chris, really cut it out sweetie," I say trying to act natural because there is an old couple walking towards us. I quickly slap her hand away and she grumbles angrily.

"But Soda," Chris pleads.

"No buts!" I whisper angrily. She giggles. "Oh get your mind out of the gutter," I say playfully. After an eternity of walking and realizing that a drunk Chris is a hormonal Chris we make it to the house and I pray to God that nobody is home. To my happiness I see a note on the kitchen counter that Darry wrote. Before I read it I sit Chris down on the couch and then go to the note.

"We all went to Dally's to check on Skyler. We are probably sleeping there, see you tomorrow.

-Darry"

I sigh in relief and then go to Chris who is still swaying to an imaginary song on the couch. "Alright sweetie the house is all ou-" Before I can finish Chris has jumped onto my chest with her legs wrapped around my waist and her lips sewed to mine. I hold my breath and stumble back a bit. Slowly I regain my balance and walk us to the bedroom. I drop her on the bed and she pulls me down on top of her. Her hands move quickly to remove my jeans and I peel hers off as well. My fingers get lost in her hair and her hands run slowly up and down my back with a fiery touch that sears my skin and burns my heart.

Eagerly I throw off her shirt and she rips mine off as well and they are thrown to yonder. She pulls away from the kiss and glares into my eyes with a look that makes me want to glue her to my hip so I can be in her presence always.

"Love me?" She asks in a whisper.

"You won't hear any oppositions from me."

A/N Your welcome.

Enough said...

I sure deserve a thank you for giving you a cute ass mother fucking adorable picture of Rob.

A confused cute ass Dally.

AND a Chris and Soda sex scene.

Your welcome again,

peace out mother fuckers.

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