<Soda's POV>

This girl looks familiar. She is someone from our military group, but I think I would've known if there was a girl on our squad, then again, she hides her hair and attributes very well. "I'm Sodapop, nice to meet ya," I say holding out my hand. Lena leans close to Steve's ear and whispers loud enough for me to hear.

"You're right, he is to polite to be a grease." Steve laughs and I put my hand down.

"Thanks a lot Steve, I think I'll go write to Chris now," I say and begin to walk away smirking at my best friend. He's gotta look better than me for the ladies.

"Wait, he's gay?" Lena asks Steve. I freeze and Steve bites his lip. Slowly, I turn around and look at Lena and Steve, who is trying to slink away. Lena just stared at me, not knowing what is going on.

"For your information, my wife has lived with seven greaser guys most of her life and prefers Chris over Christina because it suits her tough personality better, get the picture, Lena," I say her name tauntingly, then walk away.

"Just your tone proved you weren't gay pretty boy," she says back as I walk to get paper and a pen.

"Thanks broad," I taunt. Steve can't hold it in anymore and begins to laugh his head off as I begin to write a letter to Chris on the floor.

"No problem lover boy."

<Skyler's POV>

Exhaustion. It weighs down both my body and my mind. Every time I try to be romantic and steal a moment with Dally, Tibby starts to cry her full head off and I have to leave him hanging again. I know he isn't particularly happy with "us" right now, but I don't know how to bring up the subject gently. As I put Tibby back in her crib I sigh in relief as she has finally fallen asleep. I hear the door close and then stomp angrily into the kitchen. Dallas walks in and smiles at me. Crossing my arms over my chest I glare angrily at him. "What's wrong?" He asks cluelessly which just makes me more angry.

"Oh that's a tough one, let me ask you a question... where the fuck were you while I stayed home being a good mom because you convinced me not to give Tibby up for adoption? Why the hell weren't you home until 12:30 at night? Why are you stumbling down, face in the pavement drunk, when I'm stuck with a screaming baby that is the product of you not using a condom? Why can't I get any fucking sleep?" I say my voice cracking and my anger fading. I'm to tired to argue but I keep screaming even as Dallas's face goes soft. "Why can't our life me normal? Why am I so tired and angry at you Dallas? Why am I trapping you in this life that you don't want?" I continue as Dallas moves toward me and wraps his strong arms around me as I go limp and tears start to pour out of my eyes. He makes calming shushing noises at me as I cry. "Why don't you just leave me?" I ask. Dallas shakes his head.

"Because I love you to damn much," he whispers in my ear. I continue to cry and at one point I fall to the ground and Dallas pulls me onto his lap. My head tunnels into his shoulder.

"You shouldn't love me, just leave and be happy," I plead. He shakes his head at me disapprovingly as tears still fall from my eyes onto his shirt collar. Soaking it in my misery and disdain. Just one more thing that I've burdened Dally with.

"Go get some sleep Skyler Elizabeth, I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, I'm so sorry," Dallas apologizes. Looking up at him he leans in and I connect our lips and he leaves fiery trails up my arms with his finger tips, a feeling I miss desperately, then slowly turns away. "Go to sleep," Dally repeats. He helps me up then leads me to our bedroom where he helps me into one of his big t shirts then lies in bed with me until the only sound is the quiet, slow, even breaths of my almost silent snores.

<Dallas's POV>

I'm starting to think screwing up is something I'm prone to doing. Skyler is always doing all the work for Tibby and here I am not doing anything and coming home drunk. I'm just not able to change my lifestyle so it makes things complicated. Now it's not Skyler causing the problems for the relationship like it was a few weeks ago. Now it is me making all of this harder. As I hold Skyler while she falls asleep I try to think of our future like I used to when things were still good, but instead of a pleasant picture of the two of us I see a haze of emotions that are unclear. Thinking back to when Chris and Soda's wedding, I remember something Skyler said that I denied at the time. She had said something along the lines of she doesn't know if she'll always be around and if the relationship would last. At the time the statement seemed completely improbable and angering, now the statement is how I see our relationship. Skyler and I have hit a lot of rough spots. Little spots that seemed like big deals. Now I know what a giant powerful problem feels like. The problem is not our relationship problems. The problem is the relationship and that's what scares me. Not being a father. Not money problems. The one thing that I don't want to scare me is shaking me to my core and I hate it.

<Chris's POV>

Being almost six months pregnant is exciting, yet exhausting. When I think about how cute the baby will be I remember that it will be throwing up on me. When I think of how fun a baby will be, I start to think about the cost of clothes and toys. Its simply impossible to think of a good thing without seeing a bad side. Especially when I start to think Soda won't be able to see the birth of our first child. All I want is for us to have a normal family. Unfortunately normal isn't defined as a family of greasers that is only partially related and has teen parents with some members at war and a rocky relationship between the pregnant young adults brother and his girlfriend that also had a baby, no family, and who is depressed to the point of hospitalization. Ya, I guess crazy is a good description. Being crazy and hectic is just how we live and we are pretty much prone to that feeling.

I sit on the couch even though it is midnight and I really should be sleeping. For some reason I can't, probably because every single thought that runs through my mind is a question about Soda.

I miss his movie star smile and the way he greased his hair back and to the side. I miss the smell of his cologne and the way he dressed. All I want is to be in Soda's arms. Where I will feel safe and warm. Without his touch I feel cold and empty. Honestly I don't know if I can make it any longer without him.

A/N well that was emotional

Do you know I love you my spoons?

Because I do

A lot

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