***When Sketch told Davey she was pregnant with their currently about to be born child on a date
Davey's POV
"Davey, ya gotta stop suckin face with Sketch like that in public!" Race screeches up at Sketch an I'se up in our mulberry tree. We'se is on a date tonight, an it's cause Sketch told me's she 'ad something 'portant ta tell me's. Whateva da reason, she's 'cited 'bout it, 'cause she keeps look at me's, an then smilin. "Go choke on ya ciga Race!" I'se yell down from da branch we'se is sittin on far up in da tree. Race blows a raspberry at me's, an stalks off, sure ta get high lata, an come back ta taunt us some more. "C'mon Sketch we'se should go get something ta eat, I'se is starving." Sketch nods, an I'se jump down, landin caref'ly on da ground. I'se 'old out me arms, an Sketch jumps landin in me arms, an laugin. I'se kiss 'er cheek, an run ta da street. I'se set 'er down, an we'se walk ta da closest café, an order our food. We'se eat chattin merrily, an laughin 'spite o' people lookin at us weird. "Can we'se go somewhere ta talk?" Sketch asks outta d ablue. "Um ye,' I'se say, scraping up da last bit o' me 'tato salad, "where do ya wanna go?" "Where eva," Sketch says getting up. We'se walk out,and inta da damp spring air, takin in da scent o' da city. It smells gross, but its 'ome. WE'se begin ta walk ta find a secluded spot, an' end up in da park. We'se 'ear a distant catcall an' know Race is nearby. "We'se gotta hide," I'se say quickly whispa'in ta Sketch. She nods, an scans da park fa somewhere ta 'ide. "In 'ere," she says motionin towards da white lilac bush. We'se crawl unda, an find ourselves in a small area, not visible from da outside within da bushes. I'se wrap me arms 'round Sketch jus in time fa Race's shoes ta 'ppear in da part o' da bush we'se crawled unda. "Sketchey! Come out come out where eva you'se are..' Race calls out. When we'se don't answa, he walks away, probably thinkin we'se is in da tree, it won't be long 'fore he finds us. Race was always good at hide-an-seek. "Whateva you'se gotta tell me's, tell me's now," I'se whispa. Sketch looks at me's 'tently then sighs lookin down. "Davey, rememba when you'se said you'se wanted three kids?" I'se nod, havin a hunch where this is goin. "Well, erm… in 'bout eight months, you's eis gonna 'ave two outta three kids… Surprise," she smiles meekly. A grin spreads cross me face. I'se pounce on 'er, an begin ta kiss 'er. "Sketch that's great news!" I'se say 'tween kisses. That's when a bit o' da bush parts, an we'se see Race's eye poke through da hole. "FOUND YOU'SE! STOP SUCKIN FACE LIKE THAT! THAT'S 'OW YOU'SE GET GOILS PREG'ANT!" I'se smile, an we'se tell Race ta go choke on 'is cigar, so we'se can enjoy our good fortune. We'se go home in high spirits, an a spring in our step. I'se can't wait fa this baby ta come!