<Skyler's POV>

There was no real honeymoon, unless you consider the gang going back to our house after the wedding to get even more drunk. They drank, I watched. They drank, Dallas slipped his hand around my waist. They kept drinking, Dallas led be to our bedroom elusively. They continued to guzzle alcohol, Dallas threw my on the bed. They began to pass out, dropping slowly like flies, and Dallas threw himself on me, kissing me hard, grinding his hips against mine. They all went quiet, Dallas made me sigh as he made love to me with my dress rolled up, and with my dress thrown to the floor. He loved me on the bed, on the dresser, harshly against the wall. We came, and Two came to our door knocking and cracking jokes like, "don't hurt the babies head Dal!" At which point he we slap his knee and snort at his own humor. I would roll my eyes and Dallas would giggle, stroke my cheek gently, and kiss me hard.

I lay with Dallas after all the action just staring at him, his wonderful eyes staring right back at me. There was an exchange of "I love you"s and that was it.

Two months after that Dallas and I had a two month anniversary dinner. He snuck me into the nightly double, just like old times. At inappropriate times in the film he would kiss my neck and I would push him away, as if I didn't want him to (I absolutely did want him to). This was followed by him promptly making love to me in the back of my car, despite the fact that I was five months pregnant we managed.

Two months after that it was August and I despised being pregnant in the heat. Especially at seven months pregnant. Ponyboy made the whole summer okay. He was home from school from June to August. When he wasn't with his brothers or Johnny, he was with me, helping with the kids and bringing me delicious lemonade. In return for his services I let him read parts of his book to me (which is still a work in progress) so that I could give my opinion and help him complete it. So in conclusion, the entire summer I made Dally breakfast before seeing him off to work, bathed the kids, sat on the couch and let Pony help me for a few hours, read his book for a couple hours, greet Dally when he came home, say goodbye to Pony. There were special nights the gang would get together, but as all thing happen, as we grow up we grow apart. I still saw the whole gang at least once a week, just not as often as before. Besides Steve. He and Lena were always off on adventures, though their money was here, finishing up the renovations on the Curtis house and the fast food restaurant attached to the DX. The Curtis house renovations were nearly finished. Probably one more month and then the house would be stunning and new, something especially Darry deserved.

When Pony leaves at the end of August for his second year of school we are all sad, but that's where he belongs. September hits and Chris and I begin sending Tibby and Josh to preschool which is the best thing that has every happened to me. I love those kids, but it's nice to have to watch one less child. Especially since Pony isn't around to help anymore. Johnny is still here of course, but he spends a lot of time alone these days. I don't think on it to much, but it does worry me, him walking around unprotected like that. Like I said though, I have to much else to worry about to think about John right now.

October comes and halloween is a blast. It is crazy fun except my due date had passed a week prior and being pregnant was getting quite tedious. Chris is made the whole gang dress up this year, which turned out to be quite fun. All of us girls were witches and all the guys were bloody victims. Even Steve and Lena managed to make it home for the festivities. Dally even found an old suit on a street somewhere so he ripped that up and turned into a bloody suited man. The kids are all ghosts or pumpkins, simple things like that.

So now I stand watching on the street as Dallas holds Tibby's hand and walks her in her pumpkin outfit up to the door with Josh holding Chris's hand. Chris smiles up at her older brother. I imagine they never really got to go trick or treating as kids with their rough home life and all. Its nice to see them so kiddish together. It even makes me smile. Two-Bit holds a giggling Henry in his arms and collects some candy from the nice middle aged women at the doorway. Lena and Leala are holding my twins seeing as I am much to exhausted. Johnny is lingering behind Darry who is holding little Wesley as Soda snaps pictures of everyone. Now that I think of it, I doubt any of the gang has gone trick or treating before. To busy dodging socs and getting drunk on cheap liquor. 

"I have to say Winston you're the first pregnant witch I have ever seen," Steve jokes at my side. I smirk at his.

"Thats my magic, popping a watermelon out of my vagina," I joke right along with him. Steve laughs. 

"Well you aren't very good at magic then, poor kids been cooking in there to long."

"You're telling me," I say rubbing my stomach. Steve smiles at me again. 

"Watch out, here comes trouble," Steve tells me, poking my arm. Tibby comes barreling down the driveway towards me, yelling something along the lines of, look at my candy bar mommy! It's bigger than daddy! I grin at my daughter and try my best to squat down before feeling a harsh pain in my stomach. I grab my belly. Tibby stops short in shock. Steve bends down and catches me by my arm. "Hey there Winston whats happening?" Dallas reaches me and grabs my waist. 

"Is that what I think it is?" Dallas questions. I nod frantically.

"Yes, the last mother fucking Winston I am pushing out of my pus-" I begin to snarl angrily before  Christins shoves a Twix into my mouth. She scowls at me.

"Come on Skyler, there's kids around here," she half jokes smiling. 

I spit out the candy, "you're gonna want to get my to the hospital and we can say goodbye to any possibility of wearing this costume again." Everyone looks down and sees my water has broken. 

After a round of Josh and Tibby laughing at me 'wetting my pants' Darry sprints to the house to get his truck. Dallas and I pile in as everyone else squishes into the bed of the truck. Darry practically flies to the hospital. The next few moments ar a blur of Dallas combing all of his words into mywifeishavingababyandweneedaroomassoonaspossibleherwaterbrokeandican'thandlethisonmyownyet, receiving weird stares as a result of our costumes, doctors shoving me into a wheelchair and being rushed into a bed stripped naked, dressed in a robe and having my legs spread onto stirrups. Apparently I have no buffer period, this baby is moving fast. The gang is shuffled out of the room by a nurse. As they push Steve out of the door Dallas shakes his head. "Oh no no no, he is not going anywhere," Dallas states. Steve rushes back in. You would think after three children Dallas would be able to handle this by now. Alas, I end up with both Steve and Dally holding my hands and Chris eventually barging in saying something that sounds like I'll be fucked if I don't watch this baby come out. And within ten minutes, my miracle baby who defied all odds comes into this world with eyes as blue as the sky and hair a beautiful mix of both her mother and father's colors. Her cries cause silence in the room. Dallas practically drools over our child, tears cascading down his face and onto mine as he plants a long, I would say well deserved kiss on my lips. Our salty tears mix and stack my robe and his shirt and  suddenly the whole room is a mix of cried, laughter, and stares. 

And finally after being told I would never be able to again. After cancer. After all the radiation. After nine grueling months and three months of brutal heat and mixed emotions, the doctors place my beautiful swaddled baby into my arms. A wave of euphoria rushes through me, washing my body with a new sensation I have yet to feel. Happiness and sadness all rolled into one. I am a mommy for the fourth time in my life. And the last time.

Dallas takes her next and brings her to her face, settling kisses all over her cheeks. Being ever so gentle with yet another daughter. He whispers things in her ear, how much he loves her and is so happy that she made it and how happy he is going to make her. 

Dallas takes my hand again and looks down at me and mouths the words, 'thank you.' And for the first time I truly understand what he means. And with that, I smile.