<Chris's POV>

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Skyler screams. I hold my stomach tightly and cringe.

"COULD YOU QUIT IT WITH THAT WORD, ITS WHAT GOT US INTO THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE!" I scream. Skyler looks at me shocked, but soon regains her task of trying to help me off the bed. Every time she tries to move me I scream.

"Chris come on we have to get you to the hospital, Darry!" She yells. I shake my head vigorously.

"No, I have to wait for Soda, he has to be here!" I protest. Skyler huffs and shakes her head back at me.

"Christina, he isn't coming, now come on!" Darry yells from the doorway. I cringe.

"I can't, like physically can't, I think we waited to long, this baby is coming out here," I announce. Skyler's face goes even more white than it already is.

"Oh FUCK!" Pony shouts from behind Darry. We all go silent and look towards him. Darry glares at him angrily.

"PONYBOY CURTIS IF YOU EVER CURSE AGAIN I'LL SEND YOUR ASS DOWN TO HELL!" Darry screams. Pony throws up his hands.

"You just swore twice!" Pony protests.

"Not the time guys!" Skyler yells. I nod in agreement. Steve's head pops through the doorway.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asks while supporting himself with his crutches.

"ONE MORE PERSON SAY FUCK AND I WILL KILL THEM!" I snarl angrily. Steve's face goes straight and then says, "uh, you just did." I close my eyes tightly and then look at Skyler. She nods knowingly and the grabs Tibby from the crib, then handing her to Darry.

"I'll deliver the baby, get me water, towels, and a bottle of tequila, oh and call Dally and tell him to get over here," Skyler demands. Darry looks concerned at the last command.

"Are you sure your ok with him?" Darry asks. Skyler nods slowly.

"Wait, what's the tequila for?" Steve asks.

"Me of course, this is my first time delivering a kid and I'm going to need a drink now go!" She shouts. They all start running, well except for Steve. Skyler helps me pull off my pants and underwear so I'm just in a big t-shirt. I feel her pull my hair up into a bun and then she takes a deep breath. "Okay Chris, lets just think of this as an extreme trust exercise alright?"

"Oh ya, except if you fail my kid will die, no pressure," I say, quickly adding in that last part

"Oh fuck, sorry."

"It's okay." Darry walks in with towels and catches a glimpse.

"And I'm out," he says quickly. I manage a laugh before another contraction hits and my laugh turns into a loud groan/scream.

"Okay, this is sufficiently awkward," Skyler starts as she checks my progress, "okay I think that looks right I don't see a baby yet though so um ya." My breathing quickens again.

"I want Soda."

"You and me both honey," Skyler says overwhelmed. I sigh and think about how he would handle this situation. To be honest, he'd probably faint.

An hour and several contractions later, Skyler starts to get aggravated. "The baby is almost here, where is my fucking tequila!?" Suddenly steps come from the hall and Pony sprints in with a bottle of tequila. He sees me and his face goes white. Next thing I know he is on the ground. "Ponyboy! Is the alcohol okay?" Skyler asks picking up the bottle that is still in tact. She pops it open and takes a giant chug. I watch it go down her throat and wonder how it isn't burning. She looks at me innocently. "What?"

"Nothing nothing." Then pain shoots through me. A scream erupts from my mouth and I squish my whole body into a ball.

"Chris what wrong?" I begin to cry and ask for Soda. At the worst time, Dallas walks through the door. Skyler doesn't even look at him.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" He asks, seeing Pony on the ground, Skyler taking another chug of alcohol, and me screaming for my husband. No one answers him and he just walks to my head. "Chris what's wrong?"

"I- I need Soda," I mumble. He shakes his head.

"He isn't coming Chris," Dallas tells me, but I hardly hear him.

"She needs to straighten her legs, the baby is ready," Skyler says to no one specific. Dallas looks straight at me.

"Chrissy, it's time to meet your child, you have to straighten your legs," Dallas pleads. I shake my head. My eyes begin to close and my head begins to pound. "Chris what's wrong?" He asks panicked.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Skyler asks Dallas angrily.

"I didn't do anything wrong, besides I'm not the one delivering a baby drunk!" He yells back, but their voices become even quieter.

"Alright asshole!" Skyler yells then I hear glass shatter and assume she threw the bottle at Dallas, but it hit the wall.

"Guys what the hell?" I hear Steve's voice.

"Yes that's perfect, Steve you have to get her to straighten and open her legs, she won't because Soda isn't here," Skyler demands. My eyes flutter open a bit and Steve's face is right in front of mine.

"Hi Christina, it's time to give birth now, you have to," Steve says softly.

"I can't without him Steve," I mumble. Steve shakes his head at me.

"You'll do fine, make him proud so when he comes home you'll be standing there in the doorway holding your baby and finally he'll meet his child and he'll be so happy and proud, can you picture that, close your eyes and picture that moment," Steve demands softly. I do as he says and I feel my legs straightening and Skyler giving a report out loud.

"That's good Steve, now get her to push." Steve's looks from Skyler who just shouted her next demand back to me.

"Okay girl, it's time, you gotta push no matter how gross it is," Steve says with a little laughing. His laughing for some reason gives me enough power. I push and keep pushing after that until I hear a soft baby cry. My eyes flick open and I see Skyler cleaning off the baby while she mumbles, "oh this is so disgusting, but the baby is so cute, oh but it's gross." I laugh a little and take a deep breath.

"Can I hold it?" I ask holding out my arms. Skyler nods and brings the now clean and wrapped baby over to me.

"Here's your baby boy Chris," Skyler mutters. When I look down at the infant in my arms my world stops. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I look over proudly to Steve and see a few tears building up in his eyes. Steve is smiling slightly as he relaxes on his crutches.

"Usually this is when you name the kid," Steve says.

"First, we should wake Pony up and call Darry in here," I say. Steve nods and he coaxes Ponyboy up while Skyler goes to get Darry and Tibby. When Pony stands up he is a little shaky and pale, but he still smiles when he sees the baby in my arms. Then Darry walks in after Skyler who is holding Tibby. I smile proudly at Darry as he comes over to me and kisses my forehead.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch the sight of Dallas looking at me proudly. I want to forget what happened last night, but what he did was wrong. That shouldn't stop him from meeting his nephew though. I wave him over and he walks slowly to my side. "Okay so what's his name?" Dally asks while looking down at my child.

"Josh, Josh Michael Curtis," I announce. Darry and Ponyboy tear up at the middle name. I chose it specifically because it is the name of Mr. Curtis. He was such a good dad to Soda and meant so much to him. Not only that though, because he taught me something very important. Without it I may never have married Soda. He taught me that not all men are bad. After everything my father did I was always scared of men until I saw how caring Michael Curtis was. I guess it's kind of ironic that I hated and was scared of men because now I'm in a gang with seven guys.

"I love it," Dally says. Everyone nods in agreement. Skyler brings Tibby over to Josh and Tibby becomes confused. Her steel eyes look anxiously at Josh and she tries to poke his face. Skyler and I laugh at the two. I'm sure that these two are not only going to be cousins, but also best friends. When Skyler begins to walk away backwards she bumps into Dallas and jumps a little. Dally smirks as he looks down at her.

"Oh shut it," Skyler says, then kisses Dallas as Tibby coes in between them. Pony makes a gagging sound then walk over and takes Tibby away from the kissing parents.

"Don't worry I'll save you," he says as he walks away with Tibby from Skyler and Dally, who are still kissing.

Everything is okay. Of course everything would be better if Soda was here, but I can wait.

A/N Aweee little baby Josh Michael Curtis! I'm in love.

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