"Bye Sodapop," I laugh from the couch.

"Are you sure you want me to go to work? I'll stay home Dyl," Sodapop informs me for the hundredth time this morning.

"Soda, it's only June 28th," I giggle to myself.

"C'mon Soda!" Steve yells pulling Sodapop out the door leaving me all alone.

I fall asleep on the soft couch with my hand placed promptly on my stomach. I whisper. "I love you so much Dakota."

*******

I wake up and look down on the couch to see a huge wet spot. Did I pee myself? I shake my head and get up to start cleaning my accident when I get a pain in my stomach. I fall to the ground in pure agony as I scream out in pain. "SODAPOP!" I yell his name as loud as I can even though I know it won't do any good. I lay on the ground staring at the clock 2:54. All I can think is, Pony, Two-bit, Lexi, Johnny, and Dally better come straight here from school. Another pain hits and I look down to see blood this is when I loose it. I sob hysterically on the floor as the pain becomes increasingly worse.

I crawl over to the wall as I cry louder, trying to knock the phone off the wall, to call the DX. I yelp out in pain as I stretch then I go into a small ball as I clutch my stomach. I hear the door swing open and I look over to see Johhny, Dally, and Pony. "Oh my god! Dylan," Pony yells as he sits next to me.

"Johnny, call the hospital," Dally commands. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts so bad," I cry out as I glance at the time, 3:48. "I need Soda. Can somebody get me Sodapop?"

"I'll go, you got her Dall?" Pony yells before rushing out of the door as soon as he gets a confirming nod from Dally, 

"Dally," I cry.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding....a lot," he panics as Two-bit walks in.

"Dylan!" He yells. "Is Dakota okay?"

That's when it hits me, something must be wrong with Dakota. I break in uncontrollable sobs, "what if Dakota's not okay?"

"Nice going, Two-butt," Dally yells as he slaps his head.

"Dakota," I cry loudly as Steve comes rushing to my side.

"Shh, it's okay Dylan, Soda's almost here," he soothes as he kissed my forehead. "It's okay calm down."  Then he whispers something that surprises him just as much if not more than me, "I love you Dylan. I'm in love with you Dylan."

"Steve," I start, but then Soda burst in and my attention goes to the father of this kid. "Sodapop! I need you."

He walks over tears in his eyes as he bends down, "shh, it's okay Dylan. I love you baby and I love Dakota, but that doesn't matter right now."

"Soda, I don't feel him kicking," I cry now not only in pain, but in sorrow. 

"We called Darry and Lexi they're s on their way," Pony announces.

"Thank you," I say weakly.

We sit there Steve next to me in tears, Soda holding me as we sob, me holding my stomach as blood goes every as I sob, Johnny sitting next to Pony with his head in his hands crying, Pony failing at holding back tears, Two-bit crying loudly, even Dally, the tough greaser that never cries sitting with his head in his hands with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

When Lexi comes in she joins me on the floor in tears as she whispers, "it's gonna be okay, Dylan. Don't worry." Not long after Darry walks in and takes his seat one couch joining in on our crying as we wait for the ambulance. 

None of us know what's going to happen to me or Dakota, but the one thing we all know for sure is, something's wrong. Majorly wrong.