"Soda! Pony! I need to talk to you!" Darry yelled into the living room. Soda and Pony walked into the kitchen, little Toby cradled in Soda's arms.

"Now that you guys have the little one, I think it's time for you to get a house of your own." Darry stated. Pony gave a confused look, putting a hand on his barely-bulging stomach. He was only about 4 months along in the pregnancy, but he was clearly starting to show.

"Whaddaya mean?" Soda asked, cocking an eyebrow. Toby reached up and grabbed onto a lock of his daddy's hair, cooing and drooling a bit.

Darry looked at his little brother's stomach and then at Soda. "You guys have taken it upon yourselves to grow up too fast. Now it's time for you to move out…" He said softly. He felt bad about kicking his little brothers out when they needed him the most.

"When, though?" Pony asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"I need my sleep, Pony. I can't sleep with a baby screamin' and cryin'." Darry said, looking down. Honestly, he felt terrible.

"I didn't ask why we were movin' out, I asked when." Pony corrected. Soda was already going and packing up their stuff, so it was just Pony and Darry in the kitchen.

"You have till the baby comes. I'll help you find a good house in a nice neighborhood." Darry said, trying to make himself feel better about all of this. Pony nodded and walked into the room.

Darry walked to their room and leaned in the doorway. "You ain't gotta start packin' till we find you a house." He said. Soda nodded and left the suitcases by the bed for safekeeping. Toby crawled over to his "mom" and laid his head on Pony's stomach.

"Soda, you know I wouldn't just kick you out, right?" Darry asked. Soda nodded, giving his older brother a sympathetic smile.

"I'm so sorry to do this to you two." Darry said slowly.

"S'alright, Darry. We understand, right, Pony?" Soda asked, looking at his lover. Pony smiled and nodded his head. Ponyboy was scared about leaving home. Soda knew this, so he gently grabbed Pony's waist and pulled him close. Little Toby crawled in-between his parents, giggling.

Pony smiled a fake smile and started fiddling with his fingers. Toby lifted his "mommy's" shirt up a bit and placed a kiss on his stomach. Soda smiled at his "son."

Darry couldn't help but smile a little. "You guys gotta promise you'll come see me."

Pony and Soda nodded. "Okay, we'll come visit ya. Me, Pony, Toby 'n little Robbie." Soda smiled.

Pony looked up. "What if it's a girl?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow playfully.

"Rachel." Soda answered, smiling cockily.

"Well, what if I don't wanna name the boy Robbie? What if I wanna name 'im Michael?"

Darry rolled his eyes and walked away from the room.

"Well, I wanna name 'im Robbie." Soda said simply. Pony rolled his eyes.

"Robbie sounds so gay." He mumbled. "How 'bout Michael Patrick Curtis?" The 14-year-old smiled, cocking his head to the side. "That way the baby can have our middle names. Well, if it's a boy."

Soda looked at Pony with the 'did-you-just-say-what-I- think-you-said' look. "You realize you just made fun o' your own sexuality." He said simply.

"No I didn't!" Pony argued.

"You called the name Robbie gay, therefore you made fun of your own sexuality!" Soda argued back.

Ponyboy hadn't realized he had said that, his cheeks burned bright red. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"There ain't no need to be sorry, baby." Sodapop said sympathetically, kissing the top of his lover's head.

Ponyboy laid his head on his lover's chest and thought about how mad he got when people would use the term gay as if it were nothing. He started to feel bad about ever saying it like that. "No, I really am sorry; I didn't mean it like that…"

Soda stroked his lover's hair and held him close. "It's okay, baby."

Pony smiled and lay down on the bed, his hand on his stomach. Soda lay next to him. Toby lay on his 'mommy's' tummy, using it as a little pillow.

"Be careful with Mommy." Soda said to Toby. Toby followed his 'daddy's' instructions. Pony smiled softly and started to fall asleep.

Soda slowly moved his hand to his lover's stomach and stroked little circles on it with his thumb. Toby pushed his 'daddy's' hand away. Soda laughed a bit.

"Can Daddy rub Mommy's belly?" Soda asked, chuckling a little. Toby shook his head no and squealed.

"Well, why not?" Soda asked. Toby just stared blankly at his dad.

Soda slowly put his hand back on Pony's stomach. Toby started throwing a fit and started crying. Pony woke up.

"What the hell?!" He asked. "I was just in the middle of a dream and you two woke me up!"

"I dunno what Toby's problem is! He wouldn't let me rub your stomach for some odd ass reason!" Soda said.

Toby crawled closer to his mom. "No! My mommy!" He screamed. Soda couldn't help but laugh.

Pony laughed and kissed the top of Toby's head. "Can Daddy rub Momma's tummy for a while, Toby?" He asked.

"No, Mama." Toby responded. Pony laughed harder. Soda fake-pouted.

"Please?" He pleaded, giving his little boy the puppy-dog eyes.

"No! My mommy! Daddy hurt baby!" Toby squealed loudly. Soda was actually offended that Toby thought he'd hurt the baby.

Pony looked at Soda and saw how hurt he was. "Toby, Daddy won't hurt baby." He said softly.

Toby looked at Soda with distrust. Soda was actually really hurt. Pony bit his lip as his lover got up from the bed and walked out to the living room.

"Why'd ya say that to Daddy?" Pony asked. Soda was in the living room pacing back and forth, trying his best not to cry. Pony got up from the bed, no matter how much Toby whined, and walked out to the living room.

Soda didn't even notice Pony was there. He was more focused on not crying. Pony put a hand on his lover's shoulder. Soda turned suddenly and hugged Pony tightly.

Suddenly, Soda burst into tears, sobbing into his lover's shoulder. "What did I do to make him say that?!" He sobbed.

"I dunno what made him act so protective of his little brother or sister, but I'm sure he'll forget about it soon enough." Pony said soothingly.

That didn't soothe Soda. He continued sobbing harder and harder. Suddenly, they both heard footsteps enter the living room.

They both slowly looked over and saw little Toby. He was walking. Ponyboy smiled wide and looked at Toby in disbelief.

Toby walked over to Soda and hugged him tightly. Soda smiled and hugged him back. He wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled. "Hey baby boy." He greeted.

"I sorry, Daddy…" Toby whispered. Pony smiled softly.

Soda smiled wide as tears returned to his eyes, only this time it was tears of joy. "It's okay, baby."

Toby wiped the tears away from his daddy's eyes and kissed his cheek. Soda's smile got bigger.

Ponyboy ruined the moment on accident. "Awwwwww!" He said. Sodapop looked up at him and sighed.

Toby giggled and reached his arms out for Mommy. Soda picked him up instead. "I love you, baby boy." He smiled. Toby giggled more.

"Me love Daddy too!" He squealed. Soda chuckled and kissed his son's forehead.

Ponyboy smiled wide. "You two are so adorable!" Soda smiled back and walked into the bedroom, lying down with Toby. Pony followed them into the room and lay next to them, falling asleep fairly quickly.

Soda started to fall asleep as he put Toby on his stomach. "Night, baby." He mumbled. His mind still raced about why Toby had said that. Toby curled up and fell asleep almost as quickly as Mommy.

Soda tried to sleep but he couldn't. It was really starting to bother him. By midnight, he was pacing the room. Pony woke up and noticed his lover pacing.

"Soda, what's wrong?" He asked. Soda didn't seem to hear him or he just ignored him.

Soda was pacing faster as his mind raced faster. Things whirled through his mind quickly. "Baby?" Pony asked again.

Soda seemed startled and breathed heavily. Pony got up, careful not to wake Toby, and felt Soda's forehead with the back of his hand. "You're sweatin' like crazy, Soda."

"Why would he say that? What did I do? Why? Does he hate me?" Soda was mumbling to himself. Pony sighed, knowing that he was still bothered by Toby's protectiveness of his unborn sibling.

Soda was chewing on his fingernails. He suddenly realized Pony was standing there. "What the hell, Pony? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"No, just… it's 12 in the morning, what're ya doin' up?" Pony asked softly.

Soda looked at the clock in shock. "Damn it. I have work in the morning." He said, running his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, so come back to bed, please." Pony said, leading Soda back into bed. Toby fidgeted a little as the bed shifted, but he didn't wake up. Soda kissed the top of his sleeping son's head and kissed his lover's lips before turning over and going back to sleep.

Soda's sleep was the complete opposite of peaceful. He tossed and turned all night. Pony sighed and turned, wrapping his arms around his lover. Soda tossed and turned in his lover's arms. He started mumbling in his sleep about Toby.

"Baby, he doesn't hate ya." Pony mumbled sleepily.