A/N: Deep sigh… you people. Few reviews. The few I got, I'm thankful for, but… still. Maybe it's just that The Outsiders isn't that popular.
She Sings the Blues
Chapter Nine: Dallas
Two Weeks Later- Twelve Week Mark
I sat on top of the kitchen counter, no one in our apartment but Sami and I. I didn't know how early it was, only that Sami woke me up saying that she wanted something to eat, anything. She didn't have a preference, just wanted food.
So I was microwaving her some leftovers of a dinner we had a few nights ago that she said she really liked.
Just as the microwave beeped, signally the timer had run out, Sami came walking into the kitchen wrapped in her robe with her hair up in a ponytail. She had both hands on her baby bump and a too-bright-for-just-having-woken-up smile on her face.
I smiled back at her, taking the plate out of the microwave and sitting it on the counter in front of her.
She looked at it for a second before her eyes began to well up with tears. She brought one of her hands up to wipe one of her eyes before sniffing. I stood there in shock, not sure what to think. "Baby? Sami, sweetie, what's wrong?"
"I didn't want Hawaiian chicken."
She sniffled a bit more, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at the plate. I continued to stand there until I remembered what the doctor said about mood swings.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She turned her head to cry into my chest. "Do you want me to make you something else?"
She nodded slowly. I tightened my grip on her before letting go to set the chicken aside. What? If she wasn't going to eat it, I was.
I looked in the fridge, pulling out a half empty carton of eggs and showing it to Sami as she wiped her eyes. She nodded, her smile slowly returning to her face.
Okay, hormonal pregnant woman wants an omelet.
I finished scribbling out the last line, sitting in our bed at our old apartment. I had woken up after a dream I had about after I got out of jail the first time with these words in my head and just had to get them down on paper.
Even if most my handwriting looked like chicken scratch. Though, you couldn't blame me. I never really did go to school.
Truth be told, Two-Bit was the one that taught me how to read and write. Not to get sentimental.
I was about to fold up the paper and fit it in the back of Sami's song notebook, when I heard movement beside me.
I looked over at Sami as she turned on her lamp and sat up, pulling the covers with her. She looked at me, confused, before she realized what I was holding. "You wrote a song?"
"Yeah. It's kind of my feelings when I was younger," I reluctantly handed the paper to Sami and watched as she read it.
Slowly, a smile spread across her face. "Do you mind if I use this?"
I finished taking a woman's order, before walking away from her lone table. I tried to keep a straight face while I was over there, ignoring her winks and the husky way she was talking. I didn't understand when woman did that.
I mean, when I was younger, before I met Sami, I would have been all for it. But, now… No, just no.
As I was on my way to put her order in, Sami came out of nowhere and stopped me. "What was that?" She yelled.
My eyes went wide, "What was what?"
She scoffed, "Yeah, right. Like you didn't notice the way she was making googly eyes at you! I'm ashamed! Why didn't you say something? Tell her that you've got a woman with child! Huh? Why didn't you?"
I took a deep breath, keeping a calm face as she screamed at me, "Do you want me to go back and tell her she doesn't have a chance?"
Sami gasped and slapped me on the shoulder as hard as she could, "Don't be rude to the poor lonely girl!"
I sat in the back of the bar, watching as Sami stepped up on stage again. I wondered what she made of my song. How she put the music to it and other things crossed my mind.
She put her hand on the microphone and the room went quiet, "I'm going to sing a song that someone very close to me wrote. I hope you all like it. I know I did."
(Family Of Me by Ben Folds from the Over the Hedge Soundtrack)
How great I am
Gotta tell myself
Yeah I'm your man
Looks grim right now
But pretty soon we'll be laughing about it
Oo, it's alright
It is I swear you'll see
It's not really
Yeah it's alright
Cause I've always got my family
Of me…
It's not a first
Might be the last
Yeah, I'm sure I must have been through worse
But
Oo, it's alright
Got a paddle and a creek
Yeah it's alright
Because I've always got my family
Of me…
Of me
But that time had passed. Now I had the gang. I had Sami. With what I had, where I came from, everything was perfect.
I sat in the living room, stretched across the couch with my shirt unbuttoned as I watched Mickey Mouse. Such a classic.
I heard Sami walk out of the kitchen and over to the couch. I sat up slightly as I felt her go to move my feet. I pulled her over to my and onto my lap, looking at her as a commercial came on. She had her hands on her baby bump, like they always were, and had a huge grin on her face.
She had been like that ever since we came upstairs. I sighed, "Baby, are you okay?"
Her grin switched to a smile as she nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"Cause, you've been extremely happy lately and… it's kind of freaking me out."
Her smile turned into a frown as her eyes lost that happy look and turned into a glare, "Oh, so I'm not allowed to be happy. I'm not allowed to be glad that I'm going to be a mother and that I've got an amazing place to live. No, I'm never allowed to be happy, I'm just supposed to keep a scowl on my face."
"No, no, no, Baby, that's not what I meant," I rushed to say, keeping my arms wrapped around her.
Then the tears came again, "I know that's not what you meant! It's just these damn mood swings that come with these damn hormones! This baby is just making my emotions go everywhere and I keep taking it out on you! I'm sorry, Dally."
I held her tighter, just whispering, "It's okay," over and over again.
A/N: Anyone ever had to deal with someone with mood swings? I never have…