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Darry's POV

I don't think I've ever seen Sondra cry so much before ever since she became like a part of the gang. I couldn't blame her for bawling though. I mean, she recently turned fifteen and now she's pregnant with Johnny's triplets. I honestly had no idea how the rest of the gang would react after they find out sooner or later, but all I could tell was the fact that they were going to be extremely shocked. Dally was going to be without a doubt furious, but I wasn't going to allow him to harm Sondra or a little hair on either of those three babies little heads when they came.

When I paid the bill, Sondra had bashed out of the hospital as if the devil himself was chasing her. At that, I formed a worried pout and attempted scattering everything that just happened together in my mind. Piece by piece, I tried my best to convince myself that this wasn't a situation that was that bad, but I truly knew on the inside that things couldn't possibly get any worse. Not only was Sondra fifteen and pregnant, but she was having Johnny's triplets, and they didn't mean to give their virginities away from the start. Whenever this secret came out, I was seriously going to mangle Dallas for taking Johnny and Sondra to one of Buck's reckless parties in the first place.

Sondra wouldn't stop shedding many tears like a waterfall throughout half of the ride back to my place. I couldn't stand to hear her in so much pain. Yes, I must admit that I was furious when she first told me that she thought that she was pregnant, but now that we both know that it's positive...I don't know. I can't explain it, but I wasn't mad at all at her anymore. My dad used to joke around with me by saying that I was cursed with a good heart. I knew right from wrong and I knew it was the correct time to be stern or understanding. If my parents were still alive, I knew exactly what they'd want me to do.

Unlike the Socs and their so-called perfect parents, mine, Ponyboy, and Soda's parents wouldn't want me to try convincing Sondra to abort her child. I already got the lecture down, so all I have left to do now were two things: console Sondra and help with as much as possible.

"Sondra, please stop crying," I sighed. I honestly wanted to turn on the radio and play an Elvis song, but I knew that that wasn't such a golden idea. That would only make Sondra feel worse, as if I wasn't listening or caring about her feelings...didn't think I'd say that about a girl for awhile.

I think Sondra attempted whimpering something like: "I can't!" but I couldn't quite make it out since I was sure that she was shedding more tears than Dally when he thought that Johnny had died. Though, all Sondra did was quickly shake her head then, and lock her hands over her face so her running tears and her red skin color would be out of my sight.

"Sondra, please," I began to beg a little as I quickly glanced back and forth from her to the road a few times. "You need to get a hold of yourself."

"How?" She challenged, sniffling like crazy. She took her cuffed hands away from her face and stared at me with those red-rimmed eyes of hers, which were just overflowing with more salty tears by the minute.

"Look," I stated. "I know that this is something you never suspected would happen to you, but since it is, you got to start planning out what you're going to do. You have to get cribs, changing tables, baby bottles, baby clothes, baby toys..." My list of baby supplies kept going on for maybe another ten seconds, but I quickly shut myself up when I realized how I was only making Sondra cry more.

I began to mutter every word in the book, cursing myself out for making such an idiotic move.

Sondra then wiped away as many of her tears as she could, but no matter how many times she did, the red streaks came flowing back down from her eyes.

"I'm not ready for this, Darry!" Sondra whimpered and clung herself to one of my arms. "I'm just fifteen and Johnny's just turning seventeen in a few months! Neither of us are ready for parenthood! We got no money, no baby supplies to begin with, and not even a roof for the babies to be under since Charlie's house has no more rooms available!"

I heavily sighed, holding back the stabbing pains that were in my throat from feeling my own tears begging to escape. I just couldn't cry in front of Sondra, especially with the timing that we were trapped in. I was Superman in the gang's eyes, and if there was one thing that Superman was always responsible for, it was fixing things and helping others with any trouble that they had.

"Sondra, you're not goin' to go through this all alone, you hear? Like I told you in the hospital, Johnny isn't the type of teenage boy who would knock a girl up and just leave her like that. He actually has a heart and not to mention a soul." I could've sworn that if this was a joking matter, Sondra and I would've both been atleast chuckling over my words, but we were both still pretty rattled up about the whole pregnancy thing.

Sondra rested her head in her hands and heavily sighed.

"He's going to be absolutely furious when he finds out that he's going to be a daddy, Darry. He already takes care of his own kid sisters like they're his daughters...how in the world is he goin' to be when he realizes that he'll be getting his own actual daughters, sons, or both in nine months? Heck, I'm already a week in."

I pouted, keeping my eyes that were beginning to pool up with sorrow on the road. The last thing I needed was for Sondra to know that I was getting attacked with just as much sadness that she was. Was I worried? A little over how Johnny would react, yeah. To be honest, I didn't think the rest of the gang would be that big of a deal. Trust me, I knew that they were going to blow up with complete shock, but they wouldn't ever turn on a friend. If we dared to turn on our own members, Johnny would still be lying where we found him after he got jumped by Socs, and Dally would still be on the ground after getting shot by the police. We care about our members, no matter how stubborn or annoying that they could get from time to time. Sondra was an all right girl; she never really complained or anything, but she was awfully quiet once in awhile.

"Sonny, I don't want you to panic over this. I know that teenage pregnancy is nothin' to be proud of, but since you are actually carrying not just one, but three little babies, you can't risk to panic about this every day. That could just risk your changes of suffering a miscarriage with one, two, or maybe even all three of your babies." I stated, but after I brought up the term 'miscarriage,' Sondra looked as if she paled, and her tearful eyes went wide. Before I knew it, she was bawling all over again. I felt like I just wanted to smack myself over the head with a brick. I knew for sure that if my parents were still alive, they would be handling this a whole lot better than what I was.

"Sondra, please stop! You have to stop crying and listen to me, all right? Your triplets are going to be completely safe and healthy if you take the first step of dealing with teenage pregnancy, which just so happens to be to stop letting your shock get the best of you!" I demanded. It probably took an extra few seconds, but before I saw it coming, Sondra was choking back her whimpers the best that she could and wiping away all of her tears with her sleeves, trying her best not to allow another single tear to drop from either of her red-rimmed eyes.

I grinned a little, but I could still feel my own tears beginning to prickle the edges of my eyes. "All right, good job," I took in and released a giant, but very soft breath of relief. "Now, I'm not going to allow you and Johnny to go through this all by yourselves. Like you said, you just turned fifteen and Johnnycake will just be seventeen in a couple of months. So, I'll make sure that the rest of the gang helps and pitches in with all of this."

At my assuring words, Sondra's eyes went wide. She stuttered out: "W-What are you t-talking about, Darry?"

I forced my smile to grow some more as I kept my slowly wetting eyes on the road.

"Well, I'm sure that my parents still have plenty of baby clothes from when Soda, Pony, and I were infants. If you just so happen to have sons or just a son, then you're in luck. Though, you don't need to worry about if you're having Johnny's daughters or daughter because Soda and I can take some extra shifts to earn some more money. That way, we can help pay for the baby bottles, diapers, baby toys, and everything else imaginable that a baby will need." I went on and on lecturing, but I stopped when I realized how stunned Sondra was. Her eyes were like marbles, huge and glassy like, and her mouth had dropped open to form a somewhat big 'O' shape. I guess that she suspected me to still be furious with her, but my anger has been gone ever since we saw the ultrasound. Now, all I wanted to do was comfort her and promise that I'll always be there for her and Johnny, along with their triplets. The rest of the gang would be too.

"But...what about cribs and changing tables, Darry? Those cost hundreds of dollars!" Sondra pointed out, the tone of her voice giving it away that she was clearly shocked.

At her startled feelings, I couldn't help myself to giggle. "Sondra, you do know who you're talking to right now, right? Who says we need to buy changing tables and cribs?"

I could tell by the way Sondra's mouth fell to an even bigger 'O' shape that she got the wrong idea. She seriously needed to stop spending so much time with Two-Bit, and Two-Bit had to stop bringing his shoplifting stories back into the house.

"I don't mean stealing, Sonny," I rolled my eyes, and Sondra released a deep breath of what sounded like relief to me. A small grin made its way back on my face within a few seconds. "With my experience of roofing for what feels like years, I can simply just build three cribs and changing tables just like that." If I wasn't driving, I would've snapped my fingers at the end of my speaking.

"Oh, wow...um...Darry, that's very sweet of you, but where can we put all of that stuff?" Sondra nervously placed her right hand on her left shoulder, and her other hand on her right hip.

I bit down on my lip to digest and think that question through for a moment. She was wondering about the triplets bedroom...being infants, they wouldn't need to be in three separate rooms until they got to maybe age four is what I'm thinking. After thinking heavily for about a minute or two, knowing that Charlie had no more rooms in his house and there weren't many more options that Sondra knew of to pick from, it was as if a lightbulb flicked on in my brain. Man, I bet my parents would be proud.

After I stopped my truck slowly in front of a red light, I turned my little grin over to Sondra, who confusedly raised an eyebrow in return.

"You know, Soda, Ponyboy, and I have a guest room that nobody bothers to use..." I shared, and Sondra's eyes grew all over again. "How about we...you know...change that into a nursery for the babies? I mean, you come over nearly every day and Johnny does, too."

I was met with silence for about ten seconds, but it came to an end when Sondra shook her head eagerly and said: "No, I couldn't ask you to do that, Darry."

My smile instantly washed away from my face, and I curiously raised an eyebrow. "And why not?"

Sondra gave me a look that make it look as if she was asking, "Are you freaking serious?" but I let it go and waited patiently for her to answer. I turned my attention back to the road as the light finally turned back to green.

"Darry," Sondra ran her hands through her golden blonde hair. "These are babies we're talking about! Three little living, breathing things that will need to be fed and changed and looked over every hour of every day! They'll be crying all day and night, and God knows how many diapers will be tossed in just a few hours!"

"Sondra, you're getting yourself worked up again," I warned her, secretly rolling my eyes to myself there, and she luckily didn't notice.

"I'm sorry..." She took in a deep breath and let it out maybe three seconds later to regain her small amount of calmness.

I nodded my head in the new silence.

"Better," I approved, but I was still met with quietness. I took a small, quick glance over at Sondra to see her nervously gazing down at her lap. "Sondra, are you okay?" I hesitated before asking, already knowing the answer to my question.

"...No, I'm still pregnant..." Sondra took her time to respond, turning her attention slightly out the window. I could tell by the cracking tone of her voice that she was on the verge of crying again.

To be honest, I was starting to grow a little annoyed towards her behavior. She figured that she was pregnant after realizing that she didn't have her monthly friend, and it made sense since she and Johnny drank spiked fruit punch and got drunk. But this time was different; this time Sondra and I both know that it's true and she's having three of Johnny's sons, daughters, or mixes.

"Well, you better get used to the thought, because you're going to be for the next nine months." I flatly told her with the straightest face that I could pull at that time. "Sondra, no matter how many times you cry or complain about this, it's not goin' to change anything. I hope you know 'the talk' by now and whatnot from your health class because your virginity is no more and you're carrying three little infants inside of you thanks to Dally since he decided to take you and Johnny to Buck's last party."

Sondra snapped her attention back over to me. Her tears were taking their time to slowly drip down her face, but instead of looking like she was about to break down in tears all over again, her face looked as if it was glowing redder than Tim's that one time when Dally got out of the cooler and slashed his tires. Man, a girl's emotions could certainly speed all over the place in just a blink of the eye. Now I'm actually kind of glad that I haven't been dating, especially ever since that night with what happened to Dawn...

At the mention of Dawn's name in my head, a pout attempted to slide its way across my face, but I kept it away as much as I could as I slowly came to another stop at a different red light. By the looks of this traffic that seemed to just fall out of the sky, I have no clue when Sondra and I would make it back to my house.

My eyes grew wide at the sight of the different SUV's and other types of souped-up cars that were suddenly parked on the road, not even moving an inch. At the different sounds of honking horns and radios being turned up to different tunes, I felt like I was just going to bash my head into the steering wheel and yank my hair out. I already had a lot on my mind with Sondra's shocking pregnancy, and all of the noise coming from all of the different cars certainly wasn't helping with my forming headache.

I rested my head back in my seat and grasped a deep breath, releasing it a few seconds later to remain calm. After that, I turned my head a little so I could see Sondra. Boy, I don't think I've ever seen a girl look so blustered before in my entire life. I thought Kitten was bad when she got an attitude, but Sondra certainly broke that record. It was as if she was a lit bomb that was getting ready to blow up.

"Darry," She finally spoke up. The tone of her voice was eager, desperate for answers. "How in the hell am I supposed to raise three babies all by myself?"

My eyes instantly swarmed with anger at the language that she was using, and I sternly pointed one of my fingers at her like my mother would do in a time like that.

"You better watch your mouth, or else I'll tell Dally to hold you down so I can rinse it out with soap and water!" I hissed, and believe me, that got Ponyboy and Soda both to behave themselves and watch what language they allowed to pass through their lips under our roof.

Though, the redness from Sondra's face didn't fade. Her teeth were slimly exposing through her peeling back lips. I could see that they were clenching, and I way hoping to God that her emotions would go randomly switching around yet again at any moment now. I didn't even care if she went back to crying; atleast I would have an easier time comforting her and I wouldn't have to deal with her sassiness.

"Sonny, you're not goin' to have to go through this all by yourself. I already told you that the rest of the gang, including myself and especially Johnny, are going to help you. I already gave you my plan for the baby clothes, the nursery, cribs, and changing tables, and I'm sure that my parents maybe even kept some of mine, Soda's, and Ponyboy's bottles, baby toys, and whatever else from our infant years up in the attic." I stopped my new lecture so I could take in a deep breath, but instead of continuing right after I let it out softly, I hesitantly turned my head and fixed my eyes back on the now fifteen-year-old tomboy. She was no longer looking at me, but she was staring down at her lap, and the redness was slowly fading from her face.

"I promise you, Sondra...you're not going to go through all of this all by yourself. You have me helping you out, and Johnny, and the whole rest of the gang for that matter." I softly, but confidently spoke. Sondra, however, still didn't look satisfied.

"...Are there possibly any other options for these babies?" Sondra quietly asked in such a new innocent tone that had her seeming even more sensitive than all three of the Cade's combined.

Concern took no hesitation to flood my eyes, and I confusedly raised an eyebrow as I asked in a drop-dead serious voice: "What are you talkin' 'bout? Other options?"

Hesitantly, Sondra nodded her head.

"Yeah," She squeaked. "I mean...instead of raising these babies, considering everyone in the gang except you aren't even passed twenty yet, what else can I do with them?"

It took me a couple of moments for me to clench onto Sondra's words and hold them long enough to think them each through. At first, I had no idea what she meant by any other options, but after considering her question for some time, I honestly couldn't believe what she was saying. Was she really Sondra Allison Prescott? Was I really talkin' to the same teenage tomboy that I recently drove to the hospital? Sondra just loved kids! Sure, she's only fifteen, but these are still hers and Johnny's sons, daughters, one son and two daughters, or two sons and a daughter.

"Sondra Allison Prescott..." I barely had to choke out her full name from being full of so much shock. "Are you seriously considering to give your babies away to the orphanage? You're actually plannin' to go ahead and squeeze out these three living, breathing things made from you and your boyfriend to just give them away to complete strangers?"

Sondra hesitated, but then bit down on her thumbnail and shrugged.

"Sondra, are you sure that's really a good idea?" I was beginning to grow worried on the inside. "I mean, what if the triplets get split up or their adopted parents are just absolutely horrible?"

Sondra's eyes began to nervously roll around. This time, I allowed my worried frown to pop up across my name, and unlike the usual me, plead filled my eyes.

"No matter what you do, Sonny, these babies will always be yours and Johnny's. I can promise you that if you give them up...you're only goin' to regret it."

I was met with nothing but pure silence, other than all of the other cars honking horns and roaring music coming from the other side of each closed door of my truck. Sondra kept her mouth shut, looking as if she was going as pale as a ghost, and she didn't dare to look at me in the eyes. I waited patiently instead of saying anything else. She and Johnny were the main victims of this whole thing, and soon enough in a couple of months, there would be three little half greasers/half Regulars joining the gang...that is, if Sondra didn't give them up to some random people who could be terrible to a whole new level and neglect and abuse the triplets. We already had enough people in the gang who were and some still are abused. Johnny made sure to make everyone in the gang promise to never speak about his, Cassidy's, and Jocelyn's parents or their home life because Sondra was just in the middle of turning her whole life around. Now I know two things for sure. One, Sondra's life was only turning a lot more than it should've, and two, no one could speak about Mr. and Mrs. Cade. If Sondra risked getting all panicked up or worried to the max, she could only risk having a miscarriage.

"...Sondra?" I finally decided to break the quietness.

"...What?" She innocently squeaked.

I allowed a sigh to escape, this one full of more sadness. "...Please don't give up these babies. Trust me, it's like giving away a puppy after keeping it for just a few days, but much, much worse and very much harder. Giving up a child isn't like giving up a pet. You'll only regret your decision sooner or later if you dare allow social services to take yours and Johnny's own flesh and blood away from you, never to see or know who truly brought them into this world."

"Look, I didn't say that I actually was planning to have someone else adopt these babies," Sondra spoke up again, turning her head over to look into my eyes.

"Then what did you mean by any other options?" I confusedly raised an eyebrow, but all the fifteen-year-old tomboy did in response with straighten her lips out and slowly stare back down at her lap. I tried my best to wait patiently, but she didn't bother to say anything back to me. Not even a simple "Never mind." came out from her mouth. All I was met with yet again was dead silence. I attempted to open my mouth to ask Sondra the same question, but before I could, I snapped my attention back in front of me to realize that the traffic was finally starting to move. Relieved, I released a giant breath and grasped the wheel, and when I was finally able to start driving myself when the light turned green again, I felt a little bit of weight lift off from my chest and mind. However, it was pretty obvious that a hell of a lot was still remaining.

"...Don't mind it, Darry..." Sondra suddenly said in the quietest tone possible.

Confusedly, I raised an eyebrow and stared at her for a second. "Don't mind what?"

"...My question on the other options that I could turn to," She replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders. "...It's nothin' too big, so you don't need to worry 'bout it."

"Are you sure about that, missy? You're my friend here, so if this is something even a little big, I think that I have the right to..."

"It's not, Darry," Sondra cut me off and she shook her head at me, but I could tell that something wasn't right. I figured that she would be glad that I was going to make sure that the rest of the gang, including myself, of course, to help her take care of and love these three little infants. However, there was this feeling that was digging deep into the pit of my stomach, telling me that Sondra wasn't telling me something that she should've been. I know that she's pregnant and just fifteen, and I understand that the gang will be pretty rattled by such news, especially Johnny, but that shouldn't make her so down in the dumps. I mean, I could already tell that Dally was going to be absolutely furious, and if I ever catch him even making the slightest dirty or bad gesture in front of any of the three little Cade's, I'll kick his butt into the next generation. I was already going to smash his head in whenever Sondra decided to confess about the pregnancy, considering how he knew how I felt about Buck and his parties, but he still took Johnny and Sondra with him. Nevertheless, no matter what we say or do to ourselves or each other, we're still a gang of great pals until death parts us each. Even after death, we'll still be close in the next world. Though, I knew Sondra wouldn't listen to me if I told her something like that since this was kind of a bad timing, so I just kept my mouth shut and tried to convince myself that everything was going okay with her. However, I couldn't...

A/N: Cliffhanger! What's going on in Sondra's head?

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