My Baby, My Baby, You're My Baby

Opening the door, Darry shut it behind him, and then moved until he was kneeling down next to his brother’s bed. He put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently, as he murmured, “Hey baby, it’s okay. Just breathe for me.” The moniker only made Ponyboy cry harder and it took Darry a moment to catch onto what he was saying. “I’m not your baby. I’m never gonna be anyone’s baby ever again,” he wailed. Darry’s heart squeezed, and he was pulling Ponyboy into his arms before he could even register that he was doing it. He pulled his brother’s face to his and put their foreheads against one another, not allowing Ponyboy to pull away.aka grief hits five year old Ponyboy fast and hard, causing him to act out, and for him and Darry to have a much needed conversation.