A/N: Here is a new outsider fiction I been working on, sorry about my spelling, and I hope you enjoy this story. I wrote it a while ago, but my internet decided not to work for the last few months, so I just barely got around to posting the first few chapters.
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the characters, except the girls of course, minus Angela.
Have a good read...
Two Weeks Late
I stared at our friends in the back yard, as they sat on some chairs, which, Buck, had let us borrow for the wedding. I kept sending evil looks at April, as she hanged up my dress, "How did I let you change my mind?"
"Because a part of you secretly wanted a wedding, with your friends," The blonde answered, with a knowing smile.
I rolled my eyes, "Or I probably got tired of your hints, laying all around my room."
"You even got, Buck, nervous with all those magazines with brides," Sarah added, as she painted my nails, before starting on my hair.
"At least I don't have to wear white, now that you know I am pregnant," I laughed, as I watched Tim, wearing a short sleeve collared white shirt, with a matching blue tie, complemented with a pair of faded jeans. "At least he looks good."
"I wish he would had wear slacks, instead of jeans," April was looking at her boyfriend, who was play fighting with, Curly, who were wearing jeans as well, without ties.
Sarah helped slip my navy blue dress on, before changing into her matching pastel blue one, which was the same color as Aprils. "You are so talented, and you thought you wouldn't be a good wife."
"Still think that," I had to admit, that we all did look good, but wasn't going to let, April, know that, "It was nice of Buck's, minister friend, to marry Tim, and I."
"Buck promised, free drinks whenever he has parties, on the weekend," Sarah tapped on the sliding glass door, indicating to my brother we were ready.
He had decided to stay in Tulsa, after my threatening speech, and had been doing a decent job not to get on my bad side. He stared at me for a long moment, before smiling, "You look great, Samantha."
"Thank you, Dally," I watched as my two girlfriends, and future sister in-laws, made there way to the front in there partners, arm.
April, was escorted by Roadie, as maid of honor, and best man. Sarah, was escorted by Buck, as one of the groomsman, leaving Angela, to be escorted by my soon to be brother in-law, Curly. She was nothing like her brothers, or her mother, who was sitting in the front on the grooms side.
Mrs. Shepard gave a polite smiled, as I passed her, then squeezed my hand, "You look nice, Sweety." She was actually nice, then what my brother had told me, just wasn't around much since she worked three jobs to support her family. One of the jobs was as a waitress, at the bar Tim, worked at five nights a week.
I smiled, as my brother handed my hand, over to my fiancee, "Fancy seeing you here."
He leaned in, and kissed me, ignoring the minister clearing his throat, "You look great."
"That comes after the vows," The minister explained, causing some of the guest to laugh.
I smiled at the minister, "We're ready."
"Make it quick," Tim added, squeezing my hands.
The minister nodded, then looked at the groom, "Do you Timothy Shepherd, take Samantha Winston, to be your wife?"
"You bet your ass, I do," He answered, earning another round of chuckles.
The minister looked at me, with a gentle smile, "Do you Samantha Winston, take Timothy Shepherd, to be your husband? To love, honor, and obey?"
"I promise to love him, but we're going to be equals in this marriage," I looked at my groom, who seemed to be proud with my little rant, causing me to blush, "I mean, I do."
"He told me to leave the honor, and obey, piece in just to hear you rant," April, explained from right behind me, trying not to laugh.
I smacked his arm, forgetting about the guest, "Really."
The minister brought me back to the presence, as he cleared his throat, "Shall we continue?"
"Sorry, yes." I smiled as my fiancee took my hands again.
The rest of the wedding went uneventful...
Five Weeks Later
I was laying on the couch, as I was working on my history homework, by studying my flash cards, "So are you doing good in your classes?"
Angela, had her text book open, as she sat in an arm chair, "Yes mother," she teased.
"Sorry," I laughed, as she shook her head, "I was just asking, since your a freshman now," I rubbed my stomach.
"Yeah, classes are going good, got asked to the school dance," She was blushing, by the end of her sentence.
I set my flash cards on the table, as I crawled next to her, "You got asked to the school dance, by who?"
"Ponyboy," My sister in-law, was trying to avoid eye contact, "I didn't answer him though, but mom thought it was great. I don't know why."
I laughed, as I started to correct her homework, without realizing it, "It's your first date, that's a big deal for some mothers."
"Was your mother excited, when you went on your first date?" The younger girl covered her mouth, "I'm sorry, Sam, I just-"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't apologize, and to answer your question, no because I didn't date anyone till I moved here. Then I only dated your brother. I went to an all girls school, when I lived in NYC."
"That's right, you told me that," She took the pencil out of my hands, then started copying the answers, which I filled onto another sheet, "I want the teacher to think I came up with the answers, not someone else."
"I didn't even realize it," I climbed back onto the couch, and started looking at my cards, "At least you rewrite the answers, Pony, he usually just lets it be. Then again, our writing is almost the same. Plus, you only get one, or two, wrong if any. You're a smart, cookie."
.
"Smart cookie?" She laughed, at my wording.
"One of the teachers at my private school, she use to help me study, and called me a 'smart cookie'," I got to my feet, and went into the kitchen, "What should I make for dinner?"
"I don't go through your fridge, so I don't know what you have," Angela, was standing against the open doorway, "You're pretty great, you know."
I looked at her puzzled, as I removed pasta sauce from the cupboard, and pasta, "Where did that come from?"
"I just mean, you're still going to school, while being married, and pregnant," She answered, "Instead of night school, like your originally planned."
"I have good enough grades, to graduate early apparently, so I figured might as well take regular classes," I leaned against the counter, and watched her, "So anyone giving you a hard time?"
"Not at all, then again, the only people I hang out with are you, Pony, and Johnny," She went into the living room, with me following right behind, and took her favorite spot in the arm chair. "I am going to be the first Shepherd, that ever graduated, but then I got three more years for that to fail.
I sat on the arm, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, "You are going to graduate, and I'll be there in the front row, clapping the loudest."
"Hey, babe!" My husband came into the house, and smiled when he saw the two of us, "Hey, two of my favorite girls." He pulled me onto my feet, and kissed me. Then looked at his sister, "You staying for dinner?"
"Of course," Angela answered, closing her text book, and leaning back, "Mom is working until two, so I rather be here, then in the house with ,Curly."
"What's he doing now?" Tim asked, as he sat on the couch, and pulled me on his lap.
"He turns all the radios on, and watches television, while I try to study," Angela smiled, as she walked over to where there was a picture, from our wedding day, "It's nice to have a sister, instead of just two older brothers."
"I kind of like your new sister to, Angela," Tim smiled, as he placed his hands on my stomach, "So excited about being an aunt?"
"Are you kidding, I already knitted the baby booties," Angela smiled proudly, as she sat back down.
"Yeah, your mom tried showing me, but I just couldn't grasp it," I stood back to my feet, and went to the kitchen, "I need to finish the pasta, hope your hungry."
Angela smiled, as I handed her the needed dishes, "I guess I will set the table."
My husband came in behind, and grabbed a beer, and the milk from the fridge, "You want the chocolate powder?"
I smiled as I pulled him by the shoulders, and kissed him, "Yes, please."
"Maybe we should skip dinner," He scooped me up, and started to leave the kitchen.
"Eww, put her down," My sister in-law blocked the exit.
A Week Later
"Can't believe they let you still come to school," Bridget, a girl from my science class, came up beside me as I headed towards the cafeteria. Along with her friend, Alice.
Alice smirked, "It's really is a bad example."
"Leave me alone, Bridget," I tried to ignore her, but it was hard.
"Then again, I don't blame you for getting yourself pregnant, Tim, really is a sex god," Apparently she thought she had me, by the triumphant smirk, she had on her face.
I turned to face her, covering my stomach, with my books, "He is great in bed isn't her?"
"What are you getting at?" She seemed surprised, that I wasn't caving into her.
"Nothing, just thought we were chatting, about how great my husband is in bed," I leaned against a locker behind me, and rubbed my stomach, when I felt a unfamiliar movement, "Shit."
Her attitude changed all together, as she helped me sit on the floor, "Are you alright?"
"I don't know, my first time pregnant," I tried to joke, as I felt the same unfamiliar movement.
She looked up at her friend, as she stayed seated beside me, "Go get the nurse, Alice."
"I hate feeling the need for my mother," I groaned, feeling another movement, "Don't think-"
"Sam?" Angela was walking pass, when she spotted me on the ground, and glared at Bridget, "What did you do, Bridget?"
"She didn't do anything, we were just chatting," I exchanged looks, with Bridget, who gave a small smile, "Getting to know each other, a little better."
There was a crowd forming, by the time the nurse reached me, followed by Coach.
Coach, helped me to my feet, as she wrapped an arm around my waist, "You alright, Sam?"
"Let's get you to the nurses office," Our nurse suggested, as she lead the way.
"Why did they get you?" I asked a little confused.
"I just noticed a group of students, which in my past history, isn't a sign of anything good," She helped me onto the cot, and then sat on the edge, "What exactly happened?"
"I don't know, just felt an unfamiliar movement," I placed my hand, where the movement was felt earlier, "It stopped now though."
"Mrs. Krune, can you leave us alone please, she's fine," Coach watched, as the nurse disappeared, then looked at me, "When is your next doctor appointment?" She had her hands on either side of my stomach, as she concentrated.
"Next week," I answered, as I felt a movement again, and placed my hand in the spot, "There it is again, it feels weird."
"How far along are you?" She placed her hand, where mine had been, as she smiled.
"I'm almost five months," I answered.
"That's about right," She smiled, as she looked down at me, "Your baby is moving."
"Does it always feel this weird?" I frowned.
"It's not as bad as morning sickness, it's just a weird sensation," The coach smiled at me.
"I wouldn't know, I never had morning sickness," I answered, taking her by surprise, "Just tired a lot."
"Some woman, don't feel the sickness, wish I had been that lucky," she stood, and looked at me, "I'll ask Mrs. Krune, if she could sign you a note home, you'll have the weekend to rest," She walked out of the room, as Bridget, entered the room with a tray.
"What happened?" I asked, a little confused, not expecting her.
"I brought you some lunch, I hope you like mystery meat, and fries," She made a funny face, as she handed me the tray, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, apparently the baby's just kicking," I didn't realize how hungry I was, until I had the food in front of me. "Thank you, I was starving."
"How can you eat that?" She sat in one of the chairs, and looked at me.
"I try not to taste it to much," I answered, taking a drink of the milk.
"I didn't know what you liked to drink, so I got you apple juice, and milk," Bridget was fiddling with her skirt.
"He asked me to move in, and marry him, before I even knew I was pregnant, just so you know." I laid back against the bed, and closed my eyes. "I wasn't trying to trap anyone."
"We never really dated, just slept together once," She reached into her purse, and pulled out a picture, of some guy in a suite, "This is my fiancee, he's the son of my dads business partner, suppose to marry him after graduation."
"Do you love him?" I asked, as I looked at the picture.
"No, but he is a really nice guy, and will be a good provider," She answered, smiling a little. "Since I am the heir to my families fortune, it's important I marry someone, who will be good for the companies future."
"You remind me of some of the girls, from my St. Catherine's, a lot of them were in your position. I probably would had been too, if my mother hadn't told my dad, that I wasn't really his." I explained.
"Your going home," The coach came back into the room, and paused at the door, when she saw,Bridget, "Don't you have class, Miss Walters?"
Bridget looked at the time, and jumped up, "I didn't hear the bell, Coach." She explained, then looked at me, "I hope you feel better, Samantha."
The coach, handed her a slip of paper, before turning to me, "I'll walk you out."
"Thank you," I smiled at the coach.
"Do you have anything, for the baby I mean?" She asked, as she carried my books for me.
"My mother in-law knitted some outfits, and a couple blankets," I answered, rubbing my stomach, as I talked about the baby things, "I made some curtains for the room. That's pretty much all we have so far, and I am afraid that we won't be ready."
"Sounds like your off to a good start," She took a pin from her pocket, and wrote something on a piece of paper, "I wrote my home number, call me if you need anything. I have some baby clothes, from when my twins were younger, are you having a boy, or a girl?"
"I don't know," I leaned against my hood, once we reached my car, "Why are you so nice to the , Greasers?"
"I use to live on the wrong side of town, just went to college, and made something with my life," She answered, laughing at my surprised reaction.
"I use to do gymnastics, when I was in NYC, for the varsity team," I smiled at the memory, "I was the first freshman, to make it on the team."
"You didn't enjoy it?" She wandered, as she looked at the school building,
"Just joined, because I wanted to get out of my house, away from my protective parents. Then when I learned about my dad, not really being my dad, I was shipped to my brothers," I looked down at my stomach, when I felt another movement, "Stop that, you don't kick, got that?"
"Afraid the baby isn't going to listen," The coach, handed me my books, before walking back to the school, "I'll see you later, and don't get to upset, if the baby keeps kicking."
A Couple Hours Later.
I was laying in the center of the bed, with my hands on each side of my stomach, waiting for another kick. I didn't even know what time it was, until I heard the front door open, and shut, "Tim?"
My husband stood in the doorway of the bedroom, and stared at me worriedly, "Are you alright?"
"What are you doing home?" I sat up, and pulled down my top, noticing the clock, "Shit." I quickly slipped my bottoms back on, and went to go past my husband, "I'm sorry, dinner slipped my mind."
He stopped me from leaving the bedroom, and looked down at me, "Screw dinner, are you alright?"
I cupped his cheek in my hand, and smiled, "I'm fine, just had an eventful day." I tried again to pass him, but he held me in place.
"What happened?" He brought me back to the bed, and then pulled me onto his lap.
"Bridget, you know her, tried to pick a fight with me. We're decent friends now though, she actually brought me lunch, while I was waiting in the nurses off-" I started, only to be interrupted.
"You went to the nurses office? Why didn't they call me?" He placed a hand on my stomach, obviously just hearing the nurse part, of my answer.
"Coach, she said I was fine, after I described what happened," I took his hand, and placed it on the side of my stomach, "The baby kicked for the first time."
His eyes widened, when he felt the movement, and then looked at me, "I felt the baby."
"Probably not as intently, as I felt it," I stood back up, and walked out of the living room, "I could thaw the pork chops, does that-"
"We'll order pizza, I want to feel the baby again," He was already on the phone, placing our order, as he pointed me to the couch.
I smiled as he put the phone back on the receiver, and joined me on the couch, "So you almost got in a fight?"
"Yeah, with Bridget, she said you slept together, and called you a sex god. She was expecting me to get jealous, or something," I laid back onto the couch, and closed my eyes. "I tried to take a nap, when I got home, but the baby kept kicking. I think it knows, we could feel each other now."
"My mom got a changing table from a friend at work, she's bringing it over tomorrow," Tim, laid behind me on the couch, and rested his hand on my stomach, "Dally, came by the bar today, he's stopping by, with Pony, and Johnny."
"Explains why you ordered three pizzas," I closed my eyes, as I felt him massage my lower back, which he had done a lot in the past couple months, "Your knuckles are wonderful."
He turned my head, so that our lips met in a passionate kiss, "You are so sexy, baby," he quickly removed my top, and smirked, "No bra?"
"I took a shower when I got home," I removed his shirt, and then started pulling down his pants, after he slipped my bottoms off, "I need you, Tim."
"I want you too, Samantha," He had just thrust inside of me, when there was a knock on the door, which thankfully he decided to ignore. He helped me to get my clothes back on, and did the same with him, before opening the door.
I stood behind him, and smiled at my brother, who was holding the pizza, "Hey Dally, Pony, Johnny, come on in, you know where everything is, I'm going to sit down, was sent home early from school.
"Yeah, Angela, was telling us after school today," Pony brought some plates into the living room, as my husband brought me a glass of chocolate milk, and himself a beer.
"What took you so long to answer the damn door?" My brother asked, sitting down next to where I was sitting.
"Your sister needed help with something," Tim answered, handing me a plate, before getting his own, "Pepper?"
"No thank you," I smiled as he sat on the other side of me, then looked over at Pony, "You're going to love Angela's dress, for the dance tomorrow night."
"You should come with me, just as friends of course," Johnny looked at my husband, "If it's alright with you."
"She could do what she wants, I know she'll be coming back home to me," My husband answered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, as I rested my head on his arm.
"Yeah, this might be the last dance, before the baby comes," Pony added, reaching for his fourth slice.
"I thought you asked, Joleen," I looked at my friend confused.
"She's got the chicken pox, so I told her I would ask you to go, I already got two tickets," Johnny explained, he was a good friend, and never did anything to anyone, which was why I liked hanging around him, and Pony.
"I will see how I feel, Angela, and Jody (mother in-law), are coming here, so she could get ready," I took a hold of my my brothers hand, and placed it on my stomach, "Can you feel that?"
"What was that?" He asked, as he stared at my stomach, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, getting use to it now," I smiled when my husband put his hand on my stomach, when my brother removed his, "It started today during lunch, it kind of scared me at first, that's why I ended up at the nurses office. Coach, she told me what was happening, and that I shouldn't worry."
"Heard Bridget, brought you some food," Pony explained, as he leaned back on the floor, "Must have been something, a soc, bringing a greaser lunch."
"She's actually not that bad," I glanced at my husband, who was looking bored, then at the time, "I am getting tired, so I am going to go to bed, see you guys tomorrow. You can go with Pony, orcrash on our couch, if you want Johnny."
My husband pulled me up, before wrapping an arm around my waist, "Dally, you should take Pony home," he looked down at me, making sure that I was alright with that, "Unless, he's allowed to crash here too, up to you baby."
"They could all crash here, if they don't mind sleeping on the couch, and floor," I looked at, Pony, who looked uncertain, "If you crash here, let Darry know." I left the three in the front room, as my husband took me into our room.
The Next Morning
Four in the Morning
I was pacing back, and forth, since I couldn't sleep, "Can you take a break, please, and let your mom sleep," I whined, rubbing my stomach. I sat in a chair, we had placed in the corner, and pulled a cover over my legs.
"Baby, what's going on?" My husband asked, as he started to get up.
"Tim, go back to sleep, it's four in the morning," I felt the tears in my eyes, and hated myself for crying.
"What time did you fall asleep?" He was resting on his side, as he looked at me, obviously trying not to fall asleep.
"Been up for two hours, drank warm milk, and still can't sleep," I closed my eyes, as I rested my head on the back of the chair, "All the kicking, is making my back hurt."
He reached out a arm, "I'll rub your back," he patted my spot of the bed, "Come here, you need to lay down."
I joined him back in the bed, and laid on my side, allowing him to do his magic, "That does feel good."
"I hate that you're so uncomfortable," He pulled me against his chest, after finishing his massage, and started to stroke my hair, until sleep finally came for me.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was ten in the morning, and I was alone. I smiled, as I listened to my brother, and Tim, arguing about driving my car.
Tim, and my brother were sitting opposite each other, in the dining area. My husband reading the paper, while my brother flipped through a magazine, "It's her car, and I still will call the cops if you drive it, even if she allows you too. I paid to fix it, not you."
"You guy's are going to wake her up," Pony, was in the kitchen cooking something, which he normally did when crashing here.
Johnny, was still laying on the couch, he tucked his legs in as I joined him on the other side, letting him know not to let the others know I was awake. "Morning, Sam." He whispered.
"Morning," I answered, pulling the part of the covers, over my legs. "How long have they been fighting?"
"At least twenty minutes," Johnny answered, glancing at the table, and back at me, "I'm surprised they didn't see you come into the room."
"Tim, normally doesn't when reading the papers, same goes for Dally," I answered, taking my friends hand, and placing it on my stomach, "The baby is kicking."
"That's cool," He smiled, before moving back to his side.
"Hey, you're up," Pony, came into the room, with a couple of plates. "Here, I'll go fix another plate," he handed, Johnny, and me, the offered plates, before going back to the kitchen.
"Morning Baby," My husband greeted, from where he was still sitting, "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, thanks," I answered, after finishing the omelets, "I love when you stay over Pony, you make the best omelets."
"So, do you have a tie, Johnny?" I asked, as I stood to my feet, and walked over to my chest, " I actually have a dress that fits me."
"You mean, you're actually coming to the dance, tonight?" He asked, carrying the plates into the kitchen, before kneeling beside me.
"Yeah, I could wear the dress, I made for Sarah, and Buck's, wedding last month," I answered, before looking at my husband, "Can he borrow your matching tie, and white button shirt, Tim?"
"He could have it, for all I care," He answered, not one for dressing up, "You'll just make another tie, to match whatever dress you make, anyways right?"
I rolled my eyes, and I walked over to my husband, and sat on his lap, "You know me so well."
He wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck, before looking over at Johnny, "Trusting you to make sure, nothing happens to her."
"I'll be fine, it's just balloons in the gymnasium, not much danger there," I smiled at Johnny, who was now at the table, looking at the paper. "He's a good friend." I rested my head back, on my husbands shoulder.
"I know," He kissed my ear, as he held my stomach, "So am I going to get lucky, after the dance?"
I smirked, as I turned in his arms, and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I don't know, are you going to get me flowers, and dance with me?" I leaned in and kissed him, not even stopping, as he scooped me up in his arms.
"Do you guys have to do that, when I am here?" My brother called, finally looking up from his magazine.
"It's my house, Dally," I answered, before I was swept into the bathroom, and set down on the counter, "I see we'll be multitasking, again this morning." I removed my pajamas, before climbing into the shower, with my husband right behind me.
I love multitasking...
The Dance
I had my arms wrapped around my friends waist, as he crossed his arms over his chest, for the picture, "Thanks, Johnny, for asking me. I never been to a school dance before."
"You didn't go last year?" Johnny, took my hand, as we walked towards the bleachers. "The pictures should be funny, think we're the only two, who posed like that."
"You don't want you're first dance picture, with a pregnant girl, did you?" I asked, rubbing my stomach, "I hope Joleen, doesn't get jealous."
"I lied about her having chicken pox," He pointed to where, who I thought was his girlfriend, was dancing with some other guy. "We broke up last weekend. I caught her making out with someone else, it's fine though."
"I am going to kick her ass," I stood up, and started towards her, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist, "Johnny, she can't do that to you, that sl-"
"It really isn't a big deal, Samantha," Johnny wrapped an arm around my waist, and lead me over to the bleachers, "I actually liked someone else."
"Why didn't you ask the other girl, then?" I asked, sitting down again.
"I did, and she came with someone else," He answered, looking towards where Angela, and Pony, were dancing.
"Oh Johnny, your such a good friend," I took his hand in mine, "If it makes you feel better, I know for a fact, they only came together as friends."
"Yeah, I know that too," He smiled, as he helped me back up, and lead me to the dance floor, "She told me Pony asked, just as a friend, and she didn't want to cancel on him. Since he already paid for the tickets."
I grinned as the song came to an end, and without warning stole Pony, from Angela, shoving her gently along the way into Johnny's arms. I looked at Pony, who was grinning, "So you already knew Johnny liked her?"
"No, but she told me she like him," Pony answered, leading the way to the punch bowl, "I only asked her to the dance, because neither of us had been asked, and she didn't want to go alone. Johnny was dating Joleen, so he didn't want to ask another girl to go with him, because it would hurt her feelings. He wasn't too upset about the break-up, but when I asked him to ask Angela, she said now, because she already was going with me. He never told her, that I asked him to ask her, I would had used the ticket on you, like Johnny had."
"I am actually having fun," I smiled at my friend, as he handed me the glass of punch,
"So am I," He walked us to the bleachers, and sat beside me, "I only came to the dance, because I promised Darry, that I would do at least one normal kid activities. I am not big on these things."
"That's how I feel," I agreed.
He stood back up, and reached for my hand, as he lead me back to the dance floor, "Well let's make the best of this thing, what do you say?"
"If you insist," I laughed, as we spun around the floor. Tonight is going to be a good evening.
To be continued...(Just don't know when.)