“Soda, ok, you can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing next to him, and he was next to Mickey Mouse.

With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.

Soda came in, in his plaid shirt and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.

He walked over to horse.

“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.

“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.

“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.

“You happy?” You ask Soda.

He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.

Soda’s Perspective

“Daddy is this flour or sugar!”

“Daddy these are burnt!”

Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.

This was not working.

I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day with the kids, but we were failing miserably.

(Y/N) walks into the kitchen in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.

I walk over to her. Grab her by the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”