<Chris's POV>

One week till due date.

"Pony you're on dishes tonight!" I shout as I finally sit down on the couch after eating dinner. I let out a giant breath and close my eyes. My hand drifts naturally to my giant belly and I rub it slowly. "I can't wait until you meet your daddy, he's off fighting for our country right now, but he'll be back soon, He loves us so much." I whisper.

"You know if you talk to much it may loose it's hearing before it's born," a familiar voice say. My eyes snap open quickly and I smile when I see who is in the doorway. Getting up from the couch as fast as I can manage I run to my best friend.

"Steve!" I yell while I hug him. I notice he had crutches because he stumbles back a little when I crash into him.

"Wow there, hi Chris," Steve says as I continue to squeeze him.

"Why are you back? Is Soda coming?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"I'm only back because I broke my leg, Sods is still with my girl Lena," Steve explains. My hearts falls a little, but I'm still so happy to see my best friend. I hear Pony and Darry behind me. Darry embraces Steve first then Pony casually hugs Steve as well.

"So about Lena... you love her?" I ask smirking.

"Well you know, I will once we stay together longer," Steve says, trying to keep his cool. We sit on the couch and just talk for awhile. Just when we are about to go to bed the door opens.

I see black hair and a guy holding a sleeping baby. Here comes the other part of our crazy family. "Well that's not how you change a diaper," Skyler tells Dally.

"I did my best," Dally defends. He looks at us. "Hey Darry, Pony, Chris, future niece slash nephew, Steve... wait, Steve?" Dally's asks squinting his eyes.

"Hi Dally," Steve says with shaking hands. For a moment I wonder why he is nervous and then I remember that he nearly slept with Skyler. I grab Steve's hand and squeeze it to comfort him.

"Pony go upstairs," I mumble to him. Pony waves to Skyler who barely noticed him and then walks to the stairs.

"Uh Pony, babysit Tibby for like ten minutes please," Skyler demands kindly and takes the baby from Dally and hands it to Pony who walks upstairs with the baby.

"Okay, let's handle this delicately with as little yelling and punching as possible," Darry pleads, directing the statement to Dally.

"What is there to handle? All he did was make out with my girlfriend," Dally says clenching his fists.

"Dallas," Skyler mumbles under her breath.

"Dally I'm sorry, but I don't even have feelings for her anymore, I have a-"

"I don't wanna hear what you have to say," Dallas says a little louder.

"But I need to tell you!" Steve yells.

"Tell me what? That you got over my girlfriend after you nearly slept with her and now your fucking another slut!" Dallas screams. Steve ditches his crutches and jumps on one leg and punches Dallas in the face while Skyler yells Dally's name. After Dallas wipes his nose that is now gushing blood he punches Steve across the face and Steve looses his balance. He hits the floor and I shriek. Dallas goes down onto Steve and punches him again.

"Dally!" Darry yells. He doesn't respond. Darry is smart enough not to touch Dally while he's fired up. I try to catch his attention.

"Dally!" I yell while stomping my foot. Dallas just keeps throwing punches at Steve's face.

"DALLAS!" Skyler screams. Finally Dallas stands up, leaving Steve a bloody pulp on the floor. With the help of Darry, we manage to pull Steve onto the couch. I hear Tibby furiously crying from upstairs.

Before I can say anything I watch Skyler punch Dallas on the jaw. "That's for technically calling me a slut," she slaps Dallas, "that's for beating up your friend," now she brings her leg up hard in between Dallas's legs, "and that's for waking my baby." I stare at her in awe.

"Alright I'm not gonna stand here and gets yelled at for beating up the guy that made out with my girlfriend. Pony!" Dallas yells. Cautiously, Pony walks down the stairs with Tibby who is once again calm. "Give me my kid Pony," Dallas demands. Pony holds Tibby tighter to his chest. I see Skyler look at Ponyboy gratefully.

"Not until you cool off," Pony defends. Dallas clenches his fists.

"Ponyboy, give me Tibby, now!"

"No," Pony shoots back. Skyler walks over to Pony and he lets her take the baby. I see Dallas get more aggravated and I know what's going to happen. It happens before I can stop it. Dallas connects his fist with Pony's eyes so hard that Pony hits the ground. Within a second Darry stands up and punches Dally in the jaw so hard I swear I hear a crack. Dallas is thrown back a bit and I see Skyler hide the urge to ask if he's okay.

"Touch my brother again, I dare you," Darry yells, grabbing the collar of Dallas's shirt.

"I'm sorry Pony, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Dallas mumbles with a loose jaw. I help Pony up as he cups his swollen eye.

"I think you should leave, Skyler you and Tibby are welcome to say here," Darry says sternly. Dallas looks around at all of us and I just shun my brother. Then, he walks away slowly, but not before kissing Tibby on the head. When he goes to kiss Skyler's forehead she turns away. I see the hurt flash across Dally's face, but he's smart enough to leave.

Once Dallas is out the door, we all catch our breaths. "Chris, grab my med kit and an ice pack for Pony," Darry demands. I first grab the ice pack, but when I go to get the med kit Steve speaks up.

"I don't need it, I'm fine Darry," he says, slowly sitting up on the couch. I look at Darry with my eyes wide.

"Steve you can't see your face, but we can, you need it," I say. Steve shakes his head.

"Seriously guys I'm fine."

"No your no-"

"I said I'm fine!" Steve screams. We all go quiet and I see Steve starts to cry. My instincts kick in and I walk swiftly to Steve and sit next to him. "I just wish I wasn't so weak, I had to go and get my leg broken, now I'm here safe, while Soda is off fighting for our country, it's just not fair," Steve complains. I take his head and pull it to my neck and he continues to whimper a little and hug me back.

"It isn't Steve, it's not your fault," I protest. Eventually he stops crying and let's Darry tend to his face. Steve falls asleep on the couch and I lead Skyler and Tibby to my room. "You can put Tibby in the crib I have for my baby," I say rubbing my stomach, "then we can share the bed." Skyler silently places the three month old in the crib. As she sits on the bed I realize she is crying.

Silently, I walk over and sit next to her. Black hair is falling over her face and her hands are grasped tightly together in her lap. Her knuckles white. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask rubbing her back. She starts to cry a little harder.

"I... I think I have to break it off with Dallas...I'll always love him, but I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid he'll hurt me or Tibby," Skyler announces. My heart drops. Dallas's biggest fear has come true. Skyler is afraid of him. "Christina... what do I do?" Skyler asks. I take a deep breath.

"Wait a little, let life run its course, just hold on for a little," I suggest.

"Okay, okay I will," she says and then we both head to bed.

A/N ahh the freedom of being a writer possessed by satan.