Wow, my first FanFiction. So exciting. I hope you like it :^)

NO FLAMES! I'll appreciate constructive criticism though. I'm not sure if I should continue this, so tell me in a review if you think I should. This is just a basic, What if Pony were a baby when his parents died story. I'm not a 100% sure on some of the medical stuff I'll put in here, so don't hold it against me. :^) I Hope you enjoy it.

Prologue

Darry's P.O.V.

When mom and dad told us they were going to have another baby, no one really got excited. Of course, Mom was ecstatic. She couldn't wait to have the baby. I think she missed having a little kid running around. You know, someone to take care of? Dad was happy too. He hardly saw the bad in anything, only the good. He didn't see the bad thing of being 45 with two sons (who were 15 and 19 at the time) and another baby on the way. He didn't see that he could hardly feed a family of four, and certainely couldn't feed a family of five! He didn't see that babys cost money-and a lot of it!

Of course, I didn't think about all this a year ago. I thought about how babies cry all the time, and wake you up in the middle of the night. I thought about all the dirty diapers I might have to change. I thought about some snot nosed brat following me everywhere.

I think Sodapop, my brother, thought about this too, but there was no way he would let anyone see that. He acted all excited around Mom and Dad, but those happy smiles didn't reach his eyes.

The gang, I think, wasn't too happy either. Since they all practically live at my house, they didn't like the thought of some baby crawlin' around. Well, I don't think Johnny minded. I think he was just happy to have a couch to sleep on when things get to rough at home. I don't think Two-Bit cared much either, he had a little sister of his own. When I asked Dallas what he thought, he just said, "As long as it doesn't tough me, I'm cool with it." And that just left Steve, who hated kids altogether.

But then the baby came and all my thoughts changed.

We were at the hospital while Mom was in labor.

"Darry, Sodapop," my Dad said coming out into the waiting room, grinning, "would you like to meet your new baby brother?"

Soda grinned his happy-go-lucky grin and I nodded eagerly. I didn't know how I felt then, I still don't know, but I knew I was excited. Who wouldn't be excited to see their new brother? Even with the situation it would be hard not to. Dad took us to the room that Mom had the baby in. I saw my mother sitting on a bed looking beautiful despite the sweat coming down her forehead and the dampness in her hair. She was holding a squirming baby wrapped in a blue blanket in arms. She looked up at us and beamed, "Would you like to hold your new brother?"

"Yes," I nodded and went over to her slowly, staring at the little baby. He had little tuffs of red hair on his head, and his eyes were closed. He was really little and pink, but the docters said that was normal due to being 2 weeks early. I couldn't help but think He's adorable.

Mom gently placed him in my arms. I looked down at him fondly.

"What's his name?" Soda said as he came to my side to check out the baby.

"Ponyboy." My parents said together.

"Ponyboy?" Soda asked incredulously.

They nodded.

"Ponyboy..." I tried the name out. It fit him. As if the Ponyboy were used to his name, he opened his eyes. Two green orbs starred up at us in wonder.

"Hi, Ponyboy." whispered Soda quietly, "I'm Sodapop."

Ponyboy made some strange baby news that sounded like, "Grrglll um ump blaaaaah!" his little arms waving up at me. I thought how I could ever think that this child would be a whiney brat. He was perfect. "I'm love you, Ponyboy. And I'll never stop." I told him softly.

"Can I hold him?" Soda asked.

"Yeah... yeah, sure." I carefully put Ponyboy in Sodapop's arms. He grinned down at the baby and the baby grinned back up. I couldn't help but grin too.

Maybe we could make this work, I thought. Soda had quit his school and worked at the DX, so he was bringing in money, I was roofing to get money for collage, but I don't mind sharing with my parents. Dad worked some too, and Mom would stay home and take care of him.

We could make this work.

But six months later, Mom and Dad died.

And I was had a 16 year old Sodapop, and half a year old Ponyboy to take care of.

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So, yeah, that's it. Should I continue? Tell me in a review. I will thank ALL of those who review my story (except if its a flame) even if your not logged in, or don't have an account. R&R Please (NO FLAMES, but I'll take constructive criticism)