If You're Reading This

by CriminalOutsider'sGirl14

One night, while Pony lay over his English homework, a surprise is left outside his and Darry's door: Sandy's baby. With Soda's death in 'Nam still raw in the brothers' minds, Sandy's surprise is like salt in an open wound. Will the toddler help them slowly heal, or will it all far apart? Who's the baby's father? "When I looked into his eyes, I saw Soda." Rating may change to T.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Ignorance, Selfishness, Wedlock, and Letters Of All Kind

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own "The Outsiders" or any of the Curtis' Gang. :( Sad. The real owner of "The Outsiders" is my favorite author, the fabulous S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write here on this site.

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Ponyboy's POV (January 31st, 1968)

There was a note on his car seat, along with a blue and brown checker patterned diaper bag.

The note simply read:

Dear Curtis' (Sodapop in particular),

I cannot provide for my child any longer. Inside the diaper bag is $40 dollars. I know that you will do the right thing, Sodapop, your a good guy. Also, inside is his birth certificate along with a few bottles and stuff. He was born out of wedlock, Sodapop, what do you expect me to do? I am so sorry. His name is Noah Brett Stockman. Take good care of him for me, please.

- Sandra S.

Her writing was in cursive, but it was messy, rushed, and small.

Darry, who had arrived around the time that Two-Bit did, cussed under his breathe. I was slightly shocked when I realized that he was cussing at Sandy.

"Selfish, Ignorant, little-..." He was real angry. Furious, even, at Sandy.

"Really? Now?" Two-Bit wondered aloud to the sky, grabbing the letter. I realized that the door was still open and the child was still on the porch.

"What do we do?" Two-Bit asked.

"Get him out of the cold," I commanded, pushing past the two older boys.

When I got Noah inside I was relived to see that he didn't look like him. He had Sandy's china blue eyes, but had darker blond hair than Sandy, it was almost brown.

I pulled out his birth certificate and read through it as fast as I could.

Name: Noah Brett Stockman

Birthdate: June 12th, 1966

Weight: 6 lbs. 8 ounces

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Blue

Parents: Sandra Lin Stockman and...

I froze, my hands clenched and shaking. I reread it again in disbelief.

Parents: Sandra Lin Stockman and Sodapop Patrick Curtis

Ha was Soda's. His. Kid. My chest felt tight.

"Ponyboy," Darry's voice brought me out of my thought. I glanced over his face. He looked concerned, agitated, nervous, anxious, pained, and others I couldn't read all at once. With shaky hands I passed him the birth certificate. He scanned over it quickly, realizing the problem.

"It's gonna be okay, Pone. We'll all be okay," Darry soothed. I nodded, feeling the tears well up.

Why are you still gone, Sodapop? Why you?

A/N:

Guest: Thank you so much for your encouraging review! I'm glad you liked my first chapter. I hope to update soon and he's a boy, but it'll still be interesting I hope.

Sodapop: Are you all the same person? Lol, I got all of your reviews just two minutes apart voting on the boy. Thank you for reviewing!

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~Alee xXx