Or if it was still day time and I need to take a quick nap he’d make sure to keep it down for me and would even lay with me if I asked him to.
He’d see me dozing off ever so slightly on late night as we all sat at the Curtis house and made sure that we left soon. When I started to get really tired at around week ten, he was so nice about it. He made sure that I understood that he still found me beautiful and nothing could change his mind on that.
When I tried to tell him that I don’t like it because I just look fat or bloated, he harped on me and told me to never say anything like that about myself again. He was the one to notice that I was starting the show. Now usually he does show me a softer side that no one ever gets to see but it’s gone to a whole new level now.
For the first few days I had it, it took Dal a few moments to wake up and realize what was happening, but now he’s awake before me somehow anticipating it. It’s almost like clockwork, every morning at around 8:35 I’ll wake up feeling super nauseous. I started getting morning sickness right after we had made up around the 8the week and I went back to him at Buck’s place and have had up until now, week 12. I know we didn’t have the greatest start to this pregnancy, but now he’s all in. Your mother warned you there’d be days like theseīut she didn’t tell you when the world has broughtĮven at my worst, I’m best with you, yeahĭallas helping Yn (Yn pov)~ He has been my rock through the this whole thing. When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear So no one told you life was gonna be this way But I’m going to put all the lyrics at the beginning then I’m going to go through how each member of the gain has helped Dallas and or the Reader. It’s based off of the Friends theme song, I’ll Be There For You by The Rembrandts. “I wasn’t nice back then, I don’t think I’m gonna be nice now either.So this one is going to be a bit different. He smirked before leaning down closer to you, where your noses were almost touching before whispering back. “Be nice don’t you?” you asked, lowering your voice as your hand stayed on top of Dallas’. “Whatever you say doll,” Dallas smirked, watching as your lips pulled tight into a thin line before you gently placed the blade into his palm. “Anyone gets a hit on me, and I get this back,” you insisted, glancing behind Dallas to Ponyboy who rolled his eyes slightly before nodding. As you stared up at him you let out your own heavy sigh before reaching in your pocket and pulling out the knife. No one is going to get to you alright,” Dallas looked down at you, holding out one hand between the two of you as he finished talking. Just because you don’t have a blade doesn’t mean we won’t be there to protect you. As he strode over to you, you looked him over, in slight disbelief he may actually be going through with this. It took a few moments before Dallas looked back at him, staring back for a second before he closed the Zippo with a heavy sigh and pushed himself up from the couch. Ponyboy let out a sigh before staring down Dallas with a expectant look. “Don’t use me as an example, I wasn’t a good kid,” Dallas spoke up, flipping the Zippo as you looked back at Ponyboy with an eyebrow raised. C'mon Y/N, it can’t be that stupid of an idea if even Dally has gone along with it,” Pony pointed out, throwing his hand back to gesture at Dallas who sat on the couch, his arm casually thrown around the back of the couch while his other hand flipped his Zippo lighter habitually. It may get us a few hits but in the end we will get what we want, safe streets and no reason to carry that knife everywhere you go. “The point is, they won’t stop seeing us as a threat until we stop seeing them as a threat. Pony shook his head, turning and looking at the guys before looking back at you.
DALLY WINSTON IMAGINES FREE
Asking me to leave the knife at home is like giving them a free shot at me,” you explained. But the reality of this situation is that none of us are safe out there until they stop coming at us. “I have always wanted it to end, that hasn’t changed. You scoffed before slipping the blade into your back pocket, leaning against the door frame as you stared Pony down. “C'mon Y/N, you’ve always been with me on ending this shit between us and the Socs, what made you change your mind now?” Ponyboy asked, causing the rest of the gang to look at you as well. “The day we are able to walk down the street without a bunch of Socs rolling by screaming at us is the day I will finally stop carrying a knife with me everywhere I go,” You explained, twirling the sharp butterfly knife around your finger.
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