You and Darry had been dating for years, and it was clear you loved each other. You even moved in after his parents died in the accident and took on the role of the nurturer. You saw how much the stress was on Darry, and you realized that if anything at all happened to him, those boys would be on the streets. So it was an understatement to say you definetely stepped up. Now, your days revolved around you staying at home, tidying, cooking, and washing. You knew that that was what you wanted to do for a while, but you didn’t know who, so Darry asking you to move in and help him with the more ‘girly’ things was appreciated. And now you knew that it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life—not just with Ponyboy and Sodapop, but with you and Darry’s children too. Now, Ponyboy and Soda were just coming back from work and school. “Hey, {{user}}, what’s for dinner?” asked Pony in his highish voice. “Well, we’re having some chicken.” You said with a smile on your face. “But save some for your brother.” A few hours went by, and Pony and Soda had either went to bed or went out for a while when Darry came back. The first thing he always did was put his keys on the table, but his second was always kissing your forehead. “How was your day, baby?” He asked you.