mycookiegirl chapter 2 .

Awwwww that was adorable :)
Suggestion: How about its Pony's christening, and the Shepard's and the Curtis's are okay with each other and they're friends - so they're all at the house for a christening party and Ponyboy's in Stacy's and Darrel's room and 1 year old Curly goes in to look at him but Darry and Soda walk in and see Curly with Pony and they go mad?

megadude828 chapter 2 .

Hey it's me again! I got an idea, pony does something and the Curtis parents blame soda, in which he gets mad( I like to see soda and pony get mad at each other because they always forgive each other,making there bond stronger)

Shattered Aura chapter 2

OMG I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS STORY! You have no idea how loud I screamed when I saw this! :P

Some people have great requests and you have a great way of writing them! I also really love toddler-Sodapop, he's easy to imagine and extremely cute!

I don't really have a lot of requests, but here goes;
-Sodapop wakes up with Ponyboy not in his crib, the morning after your last chapter, and he panics.
-Also it is said in the book that they used to have a dog and it died old, so that means that Ponyboy was just a baby when they got it. In a later chapter, maybe the family has the dog and the little pup becomes super protective of Ponyboy? (Sorry, that's long)
-Darry has a friend over and his friend accidently hurts Ponyboy and Sodapop gets mad at him so he tries to hurt Darry's friend, but Darry stops him and then the parents rush from the kitchen to see what the hell happened? :P

Alright, well, I guess that's it!

With lots of love,
-Shattered Aura

Pony'sgirlfriend chapter 2

This was a really great chapter, I love how you write toddler Soda! It's so sweet and innocent.

-Darry teaching Ponyboy how to play football (in a later chapter) and Ponyboy discovers his love of running?
-Pony and Soda attend Darry's football game

Sorry all the suggestions are surrounded around footaball. Please update soon :)

I own nothing! The brilliant S. E. Hinton does. :)

*kisses Baby Ponyboy's head*

-Kylelover101

Chapter 2

Being a Christian family, The Curtis Parents didn't wait too long before making sure Ponyboy was baptized. It was a struggle to get Darry and Soda in their Sunday clothes, knowing the boys didn't want to wear them since it was still July and very hot outside. But dressed in black pants, and long dress shirts and Ponyboy in a white gown, the family drove to the Church where they met with The Shepard's.

The Shepard's were the. . . .idea family. But Mrs. Shepard, Carroll, and Stacy were best friends since High School. Darrel didn't care too much for Mr. Shepard, he drank a lot and yelled at his sons a bit too much for his liking.

Darry was good friends with Tim, they were in the same grade as each other. Darry and Soda approached Tim, he was holding his little brother, Curly.

Soda nearly laughed looking at the baby. Curly was one-years-old with a mop of bright, orange curly hair and he was also teething, with one large tooth in the front of his mouth.

"He's ugly. I'm glad we have a cute baby." Soda whispered in Darry's ear. Darry nodded.

Curly wouldn't keep quiet in the church and screamed to high heavens. Mr. Shepard joked on how this might be proof that his second son is the anti-Christ. Ponyboy, however was a good baby and even giggled when the cool water was splashed on his head.

They had a party back at the Curtis' and Mr. and Mrs. Curtis had laid Ponyboy on their bed for a nap since Ponyboy's bassinet sheets were being washed.

Curly was crawling around, he was supposed to be watched by his big brother, but Tim favored playing football with Darry and Soda. Curly began to wander through out the house. He pushed open the door to a random room and heard a giggle.

Turning his head to the bed, he helped himself stand seeing Ponyboy falling asleep. They say you're never too old to know what love is, and that's what Curly felt when he first laid his brown eyes on Ponyboy Curtis.

The happy, giggling baby was a sight to see. He smiled, revealing his one tooth and reached out to touch the baby.

"Darry, hold on, I need a drink!" Soda called, running into the house for a quick drink. He was about to run and ask him Mommy to reach him a glass when he heard his little brother squealing. His Brother instints were alerted and he raced to his parents room.

He was utterly mortified.

Curly was only tickling the baby's foot, but to Soda, he was violating his baby brother.

"Don't touch him!" He screamed, startling Curly and Ponyboy. Soda then ran over to his baby brother, picking him off the best and hold him closely. "This is the last time you get ta' see him!" He threatened.

And Soda would make sure of that.

Mrs. Curtis had tried for a week now to match Soda and Ponyboy's nap-times. With Ponyboy sleeping most of the day, Soda would just watch his little brother, despite Stacy's plea for him to go outside and play or do something else. But today, she had accomplished the impossible: Soda was taking his afternoon nap right along side Ponyboy.

However, someone was destined to ruin all of that.

While Stacy did laundry, Darry tip-toed into his little brother's room. He smiled seeing Ponyboy sleeping soundly. Gently he picked up the baby and tip-toed back out of the house.

Darry propped Ponyboy against a large red ball and in his hands, he held something behind his back. "Okay, Ponyboy. You're my little brother. So I've gotta' teach you how to play. . . " With that, Darry lifted the football up in the air. "This is called a football. I'm going to teach you how to throw."

Ponyboy yawned, snoozing back to sleep.

"No, no. Pony. We gotta' play before Mommy finds out I took you. . .. or worse, Soda." Darry smirked. "Okay, now, I'm going to toss it to you."

Darry gently tossed the ball, but it only landed in the baby's lap. "Good catch, Pony. But try and catch with your hands."

Ponyboy began to chew on the ball. Darry groaned, "I've got a lot of work to do."

Darrel Curtis was just getting off work early, a rare thing for him and he was looking forward to surprising his wife and children. He heard Darry talking to someone in the backyard and he couldn't contain his smile seeing his oldest playing with his littlest.

Darry tossed rolled the football on the ground towards Pony and Ponyboy would squeal with happiness when it landed in his arms.

Darrel walked over to pick up a giggling Ponyboy. "Hey, Pones." Darrel murmured, kissing his son's nose. He smiled down at his oldest. "I think Pony might be a little too young to play." He answered his son's tired look. Then he ruffled his hair. "But don't worry, he's got two big brothers to teach him when he grows."

Darry smiled, letting his little brother hold his finger while Darrel carried the babe into the house.

When Ponyboy first rolled on his own, Stacy and Darrel were over joyed.

Soda wasn't. He liked knowing that Ponyboy had to rely on HIM to move. And now he was watching little Ponyboy roll on a blanket on the floor, while the baby was amazed at what he could now do.

Soda rolled his eyes, turning on the TV. He set the remote on the coffee table right next to a vase of flowers. He rested his feet on the table, he had seen Darrel do it a million times and felt really could that his legs were long enough to reach the table. It made him feel big.

Stacy walked in with a basket of laundry and frowned. "Soda, please keep your feet off the table." she walked out of the room.

Soda did as he was told and focused on watching cartoons. However, unbeknownst to Soda, or anyone else, not only had Ponyboy learned how to roll, but he also learned how to pull. Ponyboy saw the white table cloth on the coffee table and began to tug on it. Soda hadn't noticed this, not at first. When he did it was too late and a vase full of water and flowers came crashing down at the baby.

"Pony!" Soda shouted, rushing to his brother. Ponyboy was crying loudly, soaked to the bone and shivering. Stacy came running into the living room and picked Ponyboy up. she noticed the vase on the ground and turned to sternly stare at her second youngest. Her first guess was that Soda had kicked the vase and it landed on Ponyboy.

"Soda, get in your room." She commanded.

Soda's jaw dropped. "But I didn't do anything!" He cried.

"I mean it, Soda! Now!" She pointed down the hall. Soda growled, huffing. He turned to his little brother and glared. Pony had gotten him in trouble!

"I hate you!" He screamed, running away.

. . . . . .

Soda had been in his room for years. Well, not years, but it felt like it. Twenty minutes was an eternity for a child and the blonde was fuming mad.

Ponyboy had pulled on the table cloth and gotten himself wet. But Soda was paying the price for it. Still, even after everything was said and done. He felt awful for what he said to his little brother. He didn't really hate Pony, he was just mad that his Mommy yelled at him.

When Darrel came home from work, Stacy had told him what happened. Of course Darrel believed his wife, but he felt the need to hear from his middle child as well.

"Why would you get your little brother wet, Soda? You know he's just a baby."

"Buh' I did'n't!" Soda cried into his pillow. "I. . . uve Pones. . ."

He loved Ponyboy. He would never do that to him. Darrel nodded, rubbing Soda's back. "I think maybe this was just a freak accident, yeah? Let's go tell Mommy."

Stacy had apologized to Soda, covering his face in kisses, hoping he'd forgive her for accusing him of doing something to harm Pony. Soda forgave her.

And that's when Soda started to become the understanding person he is today, not wanting another incident like this to happen again. The tablecloth was removed as well.

Soda whistled softly walking to his parents room to retrieve his brother like every morning. He made it his duty to be the first person Ponyboy saw each morning.

His jaw dropped when he saw the bassinet was empty. So he did what his Mommy and Daddy taught him: If there's ever an emergency, call 911.

However, now Darrel was standing in his pajamas explaining to the officer that his son was in fact not missing, that he had been making a bottle for him and that his second child just over reacted.

Soda didn't care or pay attention to what his Daddy was saying to the police officer, he was relaxing on the couch watching cartoons with his little brother sleeping in his lap-where he belonged.

I hope you guys like it. Remember, review for an idea.

*kisses Baby Pony's head*

-Kylelover101