Disclaimer: Ok...Obviously I don't own Newsies...I do own Raven...she's mine, don't take without asking, thank you :)

Note: By the prompting of the lovely Tuesday I have decided to write this fic...it will take me a lifetime but I shall write it...AND but thanks to her for beta-ing! Love you girl!

Jack wrapped his arms around his wife, resting his hands on her pregnant belly. He kissed her cheek that's flushed with an expectant mother's glow and sighed.

"Just sit down at the table and write Raven..." He whispered soothingly into her ear. His voice had become the one thing she longed to hear in the dead of night when the only sound was the wind. His deep melodic tenor had a way of calming her when nothing else would.

"I can't...I can't write it. If I write it all down, it means that this is really happening" She turned around to face him, her eyes heavy with worry. Her deep brown pools reflecting fear, something Jack had never seen in her before these past months.

"You have to, you said so yourself. How will our son really know you, if he never knows your story, the way I know your story?" Jack kissed Raven's forehead. "Write." Raven lips began to form into her familiar flirtatious smile.

"How do you know it will be a boy?" She tilted her head to the side as she gazed at Jack.

Jack shrugged and hugged her closer.

" Cause I'm telling you Ray, it's gonna be a boy. I can feel it." Raven rolled her eyes and laughed lightly at his confidence.

"I want a girl now, just because you want a son so badly."

"Now Ray, that ain't nice." Jack teased. Jack gripped Raven's shoulders gently and pushed her into the seat.

"Now write."

"Damn it Jack! I can't do this now!" Raven went to stand up again but Jack held his hands there, making her unable to move.

"Yes you can.." He whispered to her again, and she closed her eyes as his familiar tone spread through her body. He picked up the pen from the desk and dipped it in the murky black ink before pressing it into her palm. Raven studied it for a moment before turning her head over her shoulder to look up at him. Jack ran his fingers across her cheek slowly and tenderly, the touch sending prickly tingles across her skin. He pressed his lips to her forehead and then headed towards the door.

"That's just like a man! Lead a woman on and then disappear!" Jack shook his head and burst into laughter as he closed the doors to the parlor, leaving Raven in the room alone. Raven smiled to herself, satisfied with his reaction. She raised the pen and pressed the butt of it between her lips.

"Now where to begin..." Raven stared at the pure paper in front of her and tentatively pressed the pen to the pristine page.

A boat ride across the Atlantic Ocean is not something I would like...."Absolutely not..." Raven picked up the sheet and crumpled it, tossing it into the wastebasket.

Italy was truly my home, before I found New York City..."Tacky." She repeated the crumpling process yet again.

My mother always told me never to trust a man...Raven laughed aloud at this statement. "Well god knows I didn't listen to this one." She crumpled that one as well and tossed it away with a laugh.

God created men to irritate women until the apocalypse..."I'm not writing a cheesy romance." Raven sighed and threw that one away like the ones before. And so the pattern continued on for almost three hours. Raven stayed confined to the desk where she continued to write and dispose of, crumple or tear up her terrible beginnings. The door creaked open ad Jack stepped inside cautiously. Raven threw up her hands angrily and growled in frustration before screaming obscenities at the paper.

"Ray?" Jack knew the warning signs of a lashing before even seeing her face, but he still decided not to save himself from her wrath.

"What!? Can't you see this is the most frustrating thing I have ever done in my life!? I write something on the page and it sounds ridiculous! I try again and AGAIN its putrid! It's like I'm in elementary school!" Jack covered his mouth and tried his best not to laugh, but instead he failed miserably, letting his laughter fill the room.

"It's not funny!" She picked up the pen and lobbed it at him forcefully. Jack ducked quickly, his reflexes had become increasingly better over the years, and the pen zipped past his head lodging itself neatly within the wall.

"Nice aim." Jack commented as he plucked the pen from the wall. Raven just scowled at him as her response.

"Would you relax? Take a deep breath and just relax." Jack tried to calm her down but he could tell by the redness of her cheeks that it wasn't working in the slightest.

"Relax! How am I supposed to relax when I can't even write a sentence!" She paused for a moment before shooting daggers at him with her eyes. "Get out!" Jack could tell not to protest from the murderous rage her soul defining eyes displayed. He began to back out of the room, but obviously it wasn't quick enough for Raven. "Out!" Raven scooped up at least a dozen-crumpled writings from the floor and began to hurl them through the air at her husband. As the doors slammed tons of tiny white balls crashed against the wood in a mad whirlwind. Raven sighed heavily before picking up the pen. Then as if by a miracle her eyes widened and everything seemed to click.

"That's it!"

My first days in New York City were by far the best days of my childhood, considering what was to follow within the next few months...