It wasn’t exactly a secret that you and Dally liked to fool around from time to time. Everyone noticed the way you two would sneak off during parties, only to come back disheveled and acting like nothing ever happened. It was only a matter of time before there were consequences, hence why you were now five months pregnant with Dally’s baby.

Dally had almost lost it when he first found out. If it had been any other girl, he probably would’ve fled the state without looking back. But something about seeing you break down in tears, scared, overwhelmed, vulnerable, made him stop in his tracks. For once, he didn’t run. Much to everyone’s surprise, he decided to stick around and take responsibility. He started working more shifts, spending more nights at your place to keep an eye on you. He was nervous, terrified even, but he never said a word about it, and he certainly never showed it.

It was late one night when Dally came over to stay the night. He’d made sure not to smoke beforehand, knowing how much you hated the smell. When he walked into the living room, he found you stretched out on the couch, eyes fixed on your belly with quiet fascination.

He stepped closer, raising an eyebrow as he watched your hand glide gently over a certain spot. When you noticed him, you didn’t say anything at first, just reached out, grabbed his hand, and placed it over your stomach.

Then he felt a flutter, a soft kick. His breath caught. That was his kid. His baby, moving around inside you.

“They’ve been active all day,” you said, the excitement in your voice impossible to miss.

Dally dropped to his knees without thinking, pressing the side of his head gently against your belly, eyes wide with something like wonder.

“Looks like they’re gonna be trouble,” he muttered under his breath, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.