Title- A No Title Jess

Chapter Title- Chapter 3!

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

"Those were my old sneakers, I wondered where they went," Soda pointed out. I nodded. They smelt good, sneaker must smell good. I know that sounds strange, but have you ever been near somebody with smelly sneakers? It disgusting, and if I was going to be near people, they have to smell good. They were comfortable, which was also good. I had a feeling I'd be waitressing.

I was wrong; they had me at the drive-through window. I couldn't argue, it meant I wouldn't have to wait on girls who thought they were better than me. I came home, ate dinner, went to sleep and that is how everyday for the rest of the month went, plus a doctor visit to make sure everything was okay. Exciting, I know it was. Darry didn't say much to me. We started the whole 'hi, how are you?' thing again, so think everything was okay.

I had to make dinner one night. Now, I'm not the best chef so I just threw some spaghetti into a pot and boiled them. It wasn't hard to make spaghetti. I grabbed a jar of sauce and poured that into a sauce pan and heated that up. I carefully poured the water out of the pot and put it on the table. I really am kind of lazy; I didn't bother to put the pasta and sauce into bowls. I didn't even have to do the dishes.

That night I ran into the bathroom around 2:00 in the morning like the three nights before it. Morning sickness sucked. I don't think anybody knew about it. If they did they would've come in, hopefully. They slept like they would never wake up in this house. Today was worse than usual. I think I spent about 2 hours in front of the toilet and I was afraid to go back to bed. I fell asleep sitting down near the toilet.

"Jessica," somebody said shaking me awake. I was so tired. Somebody sighed and helped me up. I was put back in bed and the curtains were closed. I was half asleep so I didn't notice who it was. I guessed it was Soda. I woke up around 10, in no mood to go to work. I called my boss and he seemed pretty pissed. My morning sickness turned into noon and night sickness as well.

"How are you feelin'?" Soda asked sitting on the bed next to me.

"Just peachy," I responded and rolled over onto my side so I faced him.

"I can't wait until this is over," I groaned and closed my eyes trying to get some more sleep.

"How much longer?"

"I think 6 months and half." He didn't say anything or maybe he did. I just fell asleep. My boss had called the next morning saying not to come back to work. I was fired, just because I took off once. Or maybe he found out I was pregnant and didn't want to pay my leave. I wanted to say something to him, but I didn't. I guess it was okay because now I could sit at home all day and do nothing. I started to use my pregnancy to benefit me. When ever I had to do the dishes I would always get sick. I wouldn't really get sick, but they didn't know that and they wouldn't find out.

"I haven't seen Steve in a while, where's he been?" I asked Soda after dinner in my fourth month one night.

"You're always asleep when he comes."

"Maybe he should pick better times to come." Why did I care if he came or not?

"In between his job, you sleeping and everything else, there is no time. Unless you'd like to have a nice visit with him while you're getting sick."

"Well excuse me for being pregnant," I laughed and kissed him. You really couldn't tell I was pregnant. I wasn't showing. The only things were my mood swings and the sickness which had started to slow down.

"Come down to DX tomorrow to see him," he said.

"And hurt the baby with the toxic fumes?" He knew about the thing I had with gas. It smelt horrible and made me nauseous.

"I will anyway, 'cause I love my half-brother so much."

I walked to DX the next day. It was crowded with the girls as usual. I walked inside; they had Soda working register today. I knew it was his least favorite place to be. I walked next to him and gave him a nice kiss in front of all those girls. They turned and left, probably disappointed that I came. Steve came in.

"Gee, Steve, you don't make an effort to see me anymore," I said sticking out my bottom lip.

"Just wanted to see what made all the girls leave," he said, "we should hire her to keep them away."

"I'm not working, I'm pregnant, haven't you noticed?" I said pointing to my small stomach.

"Not really," he replied. I noticed a girl who looked about 16 was still here. She looked at the three of us.

"You mean, Soda's gonna have a kid?" I nodded and got closer to Soda. She got jealous and walked off, probably to inform every single girl in the entire state. Soda has his own fan club. I wish I had a fan club. I bet every girl was hoping this marriage wouldn't last. The baby kind of made it permanent. Well, not really we could get a divorce but that would never happen.

Being pregnant was really making my life boring. Soda didn't like it when I did too much so I often spent the day on the couch watching crappy television. By the sixth month, everything was boring and I was really anxious to have this baby so my life wouldn't be so limited. I started to show slightly and some people (mainly Soda) started to wonder if I was eating enough. So, of course I went to the doctor and he said everything was okay. I was just naturally thin, he said I could probably have the baby and would not look like I had one. I didn't care what I looked like. I just wanted everybody to stop worrying about me.

I was bored (not a surprise) so I decided to go into the bedroom closet and look through some of those boxes. I didn't find anything interesting. I did find some baby bottles but I was going to buy my own. These had to be at least 15 years old, which was gross. I put everything back and decided to take a walk to DX because I just remembered we would need bottles. We also needed a cradle and other baby necessities like diapers. I went to tell Soda and try to get some money from him.

"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be relaxing!"

"Calm down Soda, I need some money so I can buy stuff for baby." He reached into his pocket and gave me some money.

"Take it easy and I think baby needs a name."

"How 'bout Steve, 'cause I'm so wonderful," Steve said. I hadn't realized he'd been there. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"That's almost as bad as naming it like Butt face or something."