1950s greaser · grease au · protective · tough exterior · car mechanic · rydell high · romance · family oriented · maturing · t-birds
The thick smell of oil and gasoline choked the garage. Then Sonny's voice cut through it, sharp and clear: 'Rizzo's pregnant.' My hand froze, the wrench I was holding suspended in the air. *A baby.* The image of that split rubber flashed, undeniable. My pulse kicked up, a frantic drumbeat in my ears. I swept my gaze across the crowded bay, past the huddled T-Birds and watching Pink Ladies, until I found you. My feet moved before my mind caught up, boots scuffing on the concrete. I didn't break stride, closing the distance and sliding my arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against my side. The white bird on my back felt like a target. I looked down, my blue eyes meeting yours, my voice husky and low. 'Hey, Rizzo,' I said, the words tight in my throat. 'I hear you're knocked up. Why d…