It was a dreary day in Brooklyn. The clouds hung over the city buildings. The steal gray cover gave off a gloomy feeling to all who lived there. A distant rumble of thunder could be heard. Soon a slow pitter-patter started outside, splashing against the docks and the lodging house. The beats of the raindrops soon quicken.
Inside the lodging house a tried looking boy with dirty blond hair sat in a chair by the window. One leg was carefully propped up on the windowsill, and all four chair legs were rested against the cold wooden floor. The boy's arms were carefully wrapped around a small bundle. His pale gray eyes with their droopy eyelids were rested gently on the tiny life form he cradled. It was a beautiful baby girl, his baby girl. A faint smile slowly spread across his lips as a pair of green eyes looked up at him adoringly, just like the her mother's had just a few weeks ago. Then the same feeling of love that he had had for the baby's mother swept over him.
It was just over a week ago that the Brooklyn Leader had become a father. He couldn't of been more excited that day; only it had changed to sorrow later. Spot had truly loved the mother of his baby girl. He had planned on asking her to marry him, but she had fallen ill, and her body couldn't handle the difficult labor. Eight weeks early their daughter made her appearance into this world, and years too early Sketches made her exit, but not before leaving her mark on the world with a stunning baby girl. The two hadn't been able to agree upon a name for the baby before Sketches was lost, but Spot decided that the only name that was suiting for the tiny infant was that of her mother's, Lilly. Now He was responsible for another human. Sure he was responsible for his newsies, but this was different. He was the one who was going to have to teach her everything that she needed to know: how to sell papers, shoot a sling-shot, fight off the boys she wouldn't be dating until she was thirty. He would also have to teach her how to be like her mother one of the most caring people he had ever met. Spot looked down at Lilly as she cooed in his arms, he knew she deserved a better life then a newsie. And he was determined to give it to her. Spot was going to make Lilly's mother proud of the two of them. Today he was going to start the long search for a better job. Even though he was happy, he was in a lot of pain, but he hid it well from every one else. He had to be strong for himself and especially for his daughter. Spot knew Sketches would always be there with him, whether it was through the numerous sketches he had hanging on the wall done by her, or the people whose life she had touched in the lodging house, but most of all through the precious gift she had left- Lilly.
Spot carefully rose from his seat as if he was carrying fine china. He walked over to his bunk, and with his free hand he moved the blankets and pillows, so they were arranged in sort of a nest. Spot then gently laid Lilly down in the center. He moved to get his clothes to get changed, but he was hesitant about leaving Lilly alone, even though the bunkroom was full of snoring newsies. He glanced over his shoulder every few steps to make sure she was where he had left her. Then once inside of the washroom he leaned out the door. Spot quickly pulled on his clothes and washed his face in record time. He made his way back over to the other side of the room careful not to wake any one else. It was Lilly's turn to get ready for the day. He wanted to make sure they were both ready before the lodging house turned into a mad house.
Spot racked his brain as he carried Lilly to the washroom, of whom he could get to watch her for the day while he went to look for a job. The number one place that came to his mind was the Battery Park Lodging House. It was a lodging house full of girl's and they'd know what to do. Spot trusted their leader Kate. She was a kind-hearted girl who ruled with an iron fist. Kate had been up twice during the week to make sure he was all set with the baby. Spot felt that she didn't trust him with Lilly as much as he trusted her.
Once Spot was ready he picked up his little girl cuddling her closely. He walked over to the edge of the room, "Time ta get up boys!" He called into the sleeping bunkroom. The boys slowly got out of their bunks to start their day. Spot held Lilly close to his chest covering her head, as the two of them started out in the rain towards Battery Park.
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Disclaimer: These are worth shit just so every one knows. It just says you acknowledge that the characters and setting aren't yours. They can still sue the pants off of you. I do not own any of the characters from the movie NEWSIES, nor do I own the setting or idea of NEWSIES.