Title- A No Title Jess
Chapter Title- Oh. My. God.
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
After work, Soda came to see me. He was going to spend all of his free time in the hospital. I knew it. He was just making sure I was okay. I had to tell him I was fine every five seconds. Finally, I got him to go see the twins. He liked the nicknames Ronnie and Nate.
I was relieved when I was finally able to go home. Of course, the doctor said not to do a lot. That obviously meant I would be lying down in bed all day. There was a single cradle in the room; we'd have to get another one. I was holding Nate while Ronnie was in the cradle. Soda went to go get something. He came back with another cradle and I put Nate down in it. Soda put his arm around my waist and I smiled.
"They're so tiny," I whispered hoping not to wake one up. I knew that if one woke up, it would start to cry, waking up its sibling.
The rest of the month went by so fast. I forced Soda to sleep with Ponyboy because the twins were nocturnal. Now I understand why they have maternity leave, so the mothers can sleep during the day. Fathers don't get the leave, which sucks. Soda was going to lose his sleep and probably screw up at work. This was why I had him start sleeping with Ponyboy again.
Feeding them wasn't bad, no; the worst part was the diapers. Oh, god, don't get me started on the diapers. Nobody else wanted to do it, I didn't either, but they were my responsibility. I could have Soda do it but he had to work and he was always so tired when he came home. I felt bad telling him to do something when he was so wiped out.
Two-Bit bought the twins Mickey and Minnie stuffed toys. He was trying to get me to have them watch Mickey while they weren't sleeping. I think if he asked me one more time I would have had to have smacked him.
Being home alone used to bore me. With twins, nothing is ever boring, ever. It can't be, there is always something to do.
One day, I was washing dishes. Yes, I was washing dishes, only because we needed something to eat off of and the pile in the sink had become too tall. I heard Soda come in.
"Hey Soda," I called. He came into the kitchen and sat down on a chair.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He was too quiet, and he looked upset. He just shook his head, sort of saying nothing is wrong. I put away the dish and grabbed a bottle to go feed the now crying baby. I heard Steve come in and he and Soda started to talk in low voices. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I quietly put the baby down and walked into the kitchen. They stopped talking.
"What is it?" I demanded. I needed to know. Steve got up and went into the bedroom to see the twins. It left the rest of the house empty, except for me and Soda.
"Jessica," Soda said softly. Okay, something was up. He never called me Jessica.
"What is it?" I asked, nervously. I grabbed another plate and started to scrub at it. Giving my hands something to do.
"Jessica, I got my draft notice." The plate slipped out of my hands and cracked. I turned around and looked at him. He was serious. I grabbed another plate and just stared at him.
"A, are you joking?" I asked. He shook his head 'no'.
"Damn it!" I screamed and threw the plate against the wall. Tears poured down my face and I just wanted to wake up from the nightmare I was currently living. I threw open the bedroom door and looked at Steve.
"Could you leave, NOW?" I yelled at him. I didn't want anybody to get hurt. I was a little pissed. Okay, a little pissed was putting it lightly. I was going to kill somebody. He looked at me a little shocked and walked out of the house.
"It's not FAIR!" I screamed.
Soda came into the room and tried to comfort me, but I pushed away.
"It's not fucking fair! Don't they know you have a wife and kids? They're only babies, they need you!" I punched the bedroom wall, making my knuckles bleed. I finally let Soda pull me into a hug and I cried.
"You can't go. I won't let you," I said between sobs.
"I have to go, it's a law." I pulled out of his hug and walked back into the kitchen. I had the sudden urge to break things. I started to yell.
"YOU CAN'T GO! I WON'T LET YOU! IT'S NOT FAIR! WHAT DOES EVERYBODY HAVE AGAINST ME?" I threw everything I could get my hands on. I broke a few more plates, some cups, and a window. They babies started to scream their heads off and I was yelling as tears poured down my face. The door opened and Darry looked at me, then at Soda.
"You just told her?" Just told me? How long had he known? How long had everybody known?
"YOU JUST TOLD ME? HOW LONG HAS EVERYBODY KNOWN? HOW COME THEY KNEW FIRST? HOW COME NOBODY SAID ANYTHING?" I was yelling as loud as I could now. I'm pretty sure the neighbors were going to call the fuzz. I grabbed another cup and chucked it into the living room. I ended up break the lamp and the cup. I broke 5 plates, 3 cups, a window, and now a lamp. I hated being mad at Soda, but it wasn't right. I should've found out first.
Soda grabbed me tightly. I tried to get away but I couldn't.
"Jessi, calm down."
"DON'T CALL ME JESSI!" I yelled at him. He tightened his grip around me as I started to fidget.
"Jessica, Jess, whatever, just calm down. I don't wanna go, but I need to. You need to calm down." I turned to face him. I buried my face in his chest and started to cry. I stopped screaming, but I was just crying. My body was shaking and I couldn't control it.
Once all the noise had stopped, the twins stopped crying. Thank god, I was getting a bad head ache. I took a few aspirin and tried to go to sleep. I couldn't, I was too worried. I needed to be in the same room as Soda right now. I walked into Ponyboy's room and saw Soda sleeping on the bed next to Pony. I crawled next to Soda and closed my eyes.
"Jess, is that you?"
"Yeah," I said half asleep. He wrapped his arm around me and I fell asleep.
Something tells me that the 3 of them on the bed would be just a little bit uncomfortable