<Skyler's POV>

Christina was technically wrong when she said we couldn't last twenty four hours of just being friends. We lasted exactly twenty four hours and ten minutes. After a few shots of straight vodka and a sleeping baby it was all over.

Dallas swipes everything off the dresser and it clatters to the floor with different shattering sounds. Picture frames probably. Neither of us care. Dallas sits me on the dresser top and then joins our mouths again.

When he first approached me I had refused his proposal of moving slowly into a relationship. "No Dallas," I had tsked, "not yet." I kept refusing until his voice dropped a few octaves and his voice tampered by cigarettes came close to my ear. His breathe making me bite my lip.

"Oh you'll give in eventually," he whispered seductively. On the inside my organs were on fire and I was nervous that he could hear my heart beating as loud as a shot gun. Instead of letting my nerves out I acted unfazed and rolled my eyes.

"When I lean back into our relationship it will be slowly," I say as I put my now empty shot glass in the sink. The half full bottle of vodka still remained on the counter. Dallas smirked and traced his fingers down my arm, knowing it had an effect on me.

"How about... now," he whispered huskily. I quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a sip far to large to be normal. Just praying it would down my temptation.

"Nope I'm good," I managed to get out without my breath catching. Although I did let my eyes linger to his lips a few seconds to long. It was torture. Every time he moved I thought about my fingers gripping onto his back. As he kept tempting me I finished off the vodka and than slammed the bottle down on the counter. Forgetting it was glass the whole thing shattered. But it was too late. I had already latched myself on to Dallas.

Now his fingers press into the old scars on my thighs as he holds my legs to his sides. My hands are up his shirt tracing and memorizing the indents and smooth planes that build up his abdomen. His hands have moved from my legs to my back pulling me a bit closer to him as I move my hands from his torso to the front of the dresser, attempting not to fall off by clinging to the edge.

Dallas pulls away from the kiss and moves his lips to my neck. Just before his lips make contact with my throat his hot breath sends ironic shivers up my back. Dally's lips begin to leave behind small marks as proof that his lips were there. Almost like marking his territory over me. Tipping my head back I let out a small sigh.

His fingers fumble with the buttons of my flannel. Dallas grunts when the button won't come undone fast enough. "Damn shirt," he complains in a throaty growl. I laugh a bit and then help him undo the first few buttons. My shirt now gaping open for his eyes. He smirks and then throws himself with so much force at me that my head hits the wall behind me. "Oh fuck!" He says holding back a laugh. I begin to break out in giggles. "Did I hurt you?" He asks laughing hysterically.

"N-no," I stutter out between my own chuckles right before I tangle my finger in his hair and pull him back towards my lips.

Dallas picks me up from under my legs and throws me gracefully onto the bed. He smirks and pulls his shirt over his head as I wait impatiently on the cold sheets. Just itching for the feeling of his skin on mine. Dallas slides into a grind over me and we continue to kiss. The tips of his fingers slide into my belt loops and he pulls down my pants as far as he can until I have to kick them off. Then his hands are everywhere as my hands search frantically for something that isn't moving. An anchor for my mind and emotions.

All of our clothes are gone. There is sweat down my back and both of our heads are topped with a mess of crazy hair. Realization hits me. "Fuck!" I yell. Dallas pulls away.

"What did I do now?" He asks aggravated.

"Protection you idiot!" I yell. Dallas curses under his breath and lies next to me breathing heavily. We just lay there completely nude in complete silence now that Dallas has stops breathing so heavily.

"Skyler Elizabeth," Dallas finally says.

"Yeah?" I ask. Dallas doesn't wait a second before responding.

"It's worth it," he says quickly before rolling back on top of me and kissing me again. I fall back into our rhythm then realize what I'm doing. I push him off of me so he is just hovering above me. His hands pressed against the mattress as the only thing holding him up. All his muscles now flexed. I fight the temptation to bite my lip.

"Did you just admit that you would be okay with a second baby?" Dallas raises his eyebrows.

"Ya, I guess I did," he says nonchalantly.

"So you don't care if I get pregnant?" Dallas shakes his head no. "Then fuck it," I say carelessly before pulling him down onto me and continue where we left off.

<Chris's POV>

I'm about to meet Lena for the first time. Soda and Steve planned this whole thing. We are meeting at this bar where I have never been. I'm leaving Josh with Two-Bit, Pony, and Johnny since Darry is apparently out late for work purposes. I don't think that is why he is actually out though. Either way I'm so nervous that Steve is with someone who isn't a good person. What if she replaces me in the trio Steve, Soda, and I created all those years ago. I'm also nervous that the three idiots I left my baby with are going to accidentally kill Josh. As Soda nears the bar I start to get more nervous. I pull a cigarette and lighter from my pocket and light it. Blowing out the smoke I look to Soda with side eyes. "What if they can't find the formula? What if Josh gets sick? You know what this is a bad idea, we shucks just turn around," I spit out quickly. Soda laughs.

"Chris, I assure you that Josh is fine and I promise that you will love Lena, she is like a mix of you and Skyler," Soda explains. I stare at him with raised eyebrows.

"The two of us in the same person? That's a fucking disaster. We should definitely turn around," I say this time breathing between words. Soda laughs.

"Too late we are already here," he announces.

"Oh great," I mumble under my breath. Soda walks me inside and I don't bother to drop my cigarette in the ash tray. I keep it in my mouth as we approach Steve and Lena who are already at the bar. Lena has dark brown hair, eyes as blue as my mothers, and you can tell from her right black tank top and skinny jeans that working out all the time in the military has payed off. Then there is me. The mother who is loosing the last of the baby weight. Steve sees us and waves us over. No turning back now. I throw on a cool smile and flick my cigarette. Soda ushers me forward with his hand on the small of my back. Lena smiles cooly and stands up straight.
Steve pulls me in a hug that I quickly adjust to and than he high fives Soda. I smirk at my two best friends. For a second I have to remind myself I am married to one of them. Steve and Soda wait for Lena and I to speak.

I go first. I don't know if it's because I want to seem fearless or like the bigger person but I just do it. "Hey I'm Chris, you're a trooper to be with this lug," I say referring to Steve. Steve punches my shoulder with a mock pout and I elbow him in the gut before blowing another ring of smoke. Lena smirks.

"Ya he is definitely a piece of work, but hey Soda isn't a piece of cake from the weeks I've known him," Lena says. I cringe. I'm not used to introductions like this.

"Oh fuck it, I'm Chris, I hate introductions, I'm a mom who has left her nine month old home with three idiots who have no idea what the hell they are doing. I was an abused child along with my brother, and my life was pretty fucked up for a while and still kind of is. Nice to meet you now someone get me a shot of tequila," I say so fast the world don't even register in my mind. As it turns out I was talking louder than I thought and now the whole bar is silent and looking at me. "Oh fuck," I say embarrassed. Lena looks at me smiling.

"You, I like you, I'm gonna keep you," she says laughing. I start laughing with her. Some strangers laugh with us and other roll their eyes and go back to drinking. Soda and Steve laugh nervously and exchange awkward glances at each other. Miraculously a shot of tequila turns up in my hand no more than one minute later.

About twenty drinks later and a whole lot of laughing things start getting crazy, well crazier. Steve is currently standing on a table near the bar dancing to the music playing under the muttering voices. Lena is up there with him kissing kim every once and awhile as she drinks from her bottle occasionally. Soda and I remain on the ground but I'm having s drinking contest with a stranger as Soda watches us laughing. He is always sober because he is always the get away driver and he doesn't actually have to drink to be drunk. He can just be drunk on life.

I slam down the tenth shot of the contest. The guy just looks at me and surrenders. The room is spinning so much I don't realize that he was done so I proceed to keep drinking for about three more minutes into Soda stops me. "Alright babe, that's a little much for you," he says laughing.

"Did I win?" I ask stumbling into his arms.

"Oh yeah, you definitely beat him," Soda says holding in a laugh. For a split second my eyes focus enough to see Steve smash a bottle on some guys head for looking at Lena's butt. The bar tender goes over to the table tat Steve and Lena are standing on.

"You guys gotta go," he says. Steve squats down to the guys level.

"Make me," Steve threatens with a drunk tone. The bar tender flicks out a switch blade right in front of Steve's face. Steve widens his eyes. "Very sharp, no very long, did they look at your dick for a measurement." He should not do said that.

"Time to go," Soda mutters quickly.  The bar tender goes at Steve. Lena takes Steve's hand and pulls them from table top to table top all the way to the exit as Soda runs as well. I stumble over my own feet.

"Guys do you see that pig to?" I ask pointing in mid air. Soda sighs.

"Come one sweetie," he says as the bar tender with the blade continues to come at us through the crowds of people.

"SODA THE DOORS ARE LOCKED!" Steve yells pulling at the door handle. I hear a beep and the car unlocks. Steve gets in the car as soon as it unlocks. A shriek comes from Lena.

"Shit I lost an earring!" She yells as she proceeds to search the pavement. Soda throws me in the passenger seat and I become very dizzy. I puff my cheeks holding the puke in. Soda finally gets in the car.

"LENA GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!" Steve yells as the car tender gets closer to our car.

"I can't find my earring!" She protests.

"Uh Steve, angry bar tender is coming," Soda mumbles.

"Fuck it!" Steve says pulls Lena by the waist into the car. Soda pulls out and begins to drive away at full speed. I don't know if I can hold it in any longer.

"Soda, I gotta I gotta-" I open the window and lean out of it. Everything that is in my stomach empties out onto the pavement as Soda speeds away. When Soda hits a turn I begin to fall out of the window. "SODA WATCH FOR THE FUCKING TURNS!" I yell angrily.

"Steve take the wheel!" Soda demands. Steve climbs onto Soda's lap.

"Hi buddy!" He says planting a large kiss on Soda's cheek.

"Oh you are way to drunk to drive," Soda says disdainfully as he slips away to the passenger seat to hold me in the car. Steve is driving crazy drunk all over the road. Another round of  puke burns my throat. I empty out the rest of my stomach. When I look up we are nearing a sign.

"Steve TURN RIGHT!" I scream.

"What?!" he tells over the open windows that are letting in loads of wind.

"SIGN! TURN!" I yell again. He swerves left and I fall into the car into Soda's lap. I take a deep breath and lean my head back into Soda's shoulders. "Nice driving Stevie," I say sarcastically. Steve puts his hands on his hip, completely taking them off the whelp and raises his eyebrows.

"That's Uncle Stevie to you," he says sassily.

"Uh Steve, that's the wrong side of the road," Soda says. Steve gasps and swerves back to the right side.

"Maybe you should drive," Lena suggests to Soda. Soda nods and the two guys switch places. We drop Steve and Lena off at Steve's house and then Soda drives us home.

"Well that was quite a night," Soda says, not trying to hide his smile. I sigh and smile a little myself.

"Ya." Once Soda is parked outside the house he helps me out and I brace myself for what I will find inside.

<Ponyboys's POV>

"KIETH DID YOU WARM UP THE BOTTLE YET!" Johnny yells from where his is changing the baby.

"I'm on it!" Two yells back. I go over to Johnny and see he is struggling to get the diaper on Josh.

"I've got a better idea... Two-Bit throw me your shirt!" I yell. Next thing know a large piece of fabric smacks me in the face. "Thanks," I grumble angrily. I push Johnny aside and tie the shirt around Josh's bottom and then smile at my work.

"Nice job Pony," Johnny says smiling. I pick up Josh.

"Why thank you," I say proudly and bring Josh to the kitchen as he cries quietly. Two-Bit just warmed up the bottle and is testing the temperature of the liquid on the wrist. Unfortunately the top comes off and the milk is to hot.

"FUCK!" A shirtless Two-Bit screams as the milk splashes all over him.

"LANGUAGE!" Johnny yells from the living room. Kieth takes a deep breath and dries himself off as Josh giggles which of coarse makes me laugh at him.

"Oh yeah Pony? You think this is funny?" Two asks angrily. I hold in a laugh and nod. Two takes Josh and walks to Johnny. Gladly Johnny takes the baby. To my misfortune, Two comes sprinting back at me and pummels me to the ground. We begin rolling around the floor fighting each other as Johnny rocks the baby in his arms with a smirk. The front door opens slowly and a drunk Chris and worried Soda walk in. Two and I stop halfway through a roll and watch for their reactions.

Chris and Soda stay silent for a few seconds before Chris throws up her hands. "Fuck it, I'm going to bed." Chris stumbles up the stairs leaving Soda to laugh in the doorway.

"Ah that's good stuff, hey kid brother, get Josh to bed in ten minutes, I'm going to go with Chris," Soda says to me. As Soda walks up the stairs Two yells to him.

"Hey Soda! Next time use a condom because I am NOT taking care of another baby."

A/N I love you guys my little spoons.

Stay gold💛

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