#Dally winston sitting skin#

His eyes were blue and his hair was a bit darker than Dallas’, but his skin was fair. Before you could even comprehend, you had packed up your few belongings and asked your friend to drive you to Tulsa, your 4 month old son cradled in your arms. Finally, you couldn’t take that town any longer. You kept the baby, despite your parent’s kicking you out and losing all but one of your friends.

It had to be… There had never been anyone else. Of course, you didn’t know that if you had been any other girl he wouldn’t have sent a letter at all – you didn’t know that Dallas did love you back, and that’s why he kept away.Īfter you found out you were pregnant, you knew it was his immediately. Some crazy part of you had thought that after a week he would love you like you were certain you loved him. You only ever got one letter saying that he ‘just didn’t do relationships.’ It hadn’t even had a return address. He had been there to see his cousin, and something had just clicked – or so you thought. You knew who the father was – he wasn’t even from Windrixville. It was ‘scandalous’ and people constantly called you a ‘whore.’ You told them all to go to hell. You were 15 years old, and you had a son. It probably sucks because i haven’t written in a while but it’s super long so that’s coooool Oh and it says ‘version 1’ bc Im thinking about rewriting the same thing about dallas finding out he has a kid but in a different way ok cool Y/s/n stands for ‘your son’s name’ and y/s/m/n stands for ‘your sons middle name’