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The Awaited Day

Jessie stood outside of the courthouse, waiting for Spot to show up.
Her mother and the newsies were the only one's who knew about the marriage, so they were the only quest at the wedding.

"Don't worry darling, I'm sure he'll show up any minute." Mrs. Foster said, flattening out all the wrinkles in her daughters white gown. Even though they were only getting married in a court house, Mrs. Foster still insisted on her daughter, have the white dress. She also had white little baby's-breath flowers in her hair.

She said it still needed to feel somewhat like a wedding. After all this was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, other then the fact that, she was hiding her wedding day from her father, her dad wasn't going to be able to give her away to her husband, and she hardly even knew her husband at all just added to it all.

In the last week since Spot agreed to marry Jessie, they had spent the week talking and getting to know each other, but of course not as well as a husband and wife should know each other. Jessie had brought this up a few times, and all he kept saying was just, "What does it matter? We'll be getting a divorce in a year anyway."

Every single time he said this, it made Jessie feel more and more guilty and sick to her stomach thinking about this terrible lie she kept telling.

"Where could he be? Of all days for him to be late, this is the one he had to pick!" Jessie said in panic as she played with her hands nervously.

"Jessie, your mom's right. Don't worry about it. Spot always shows up on time...." Blink stopped short because just then Spot ran up to them.

Jessie sighed, relieved he had gotten there. Then she waited for him to say something.

"Alright, let's just go and get dis dang thing over wid." He muttered.

This was definitely not the way Jessie had expected him to act.
She hoped he noticed how she had gone to so much trouble to look nice for him. She didn't know why she had bothered for his approval so much, but she found herself wanting to please him.

When he didn't say anything she decided to say something first.
"You look very handsome Spot."

Spot finally looked her over. He did have to admit, she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. And she had a personality just as beautiful as her looks.
"Ya look nice too." He said allowing himself to smile gently at her.

"Come on Jess." He said taking my arm and gently wrapping it threw his. I was surprised by his gentleness. "Da judge is waitin'."
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"I do...."
"And do you Steven Michael Conlon take Jessica Marie Foster to be your wife?"
Spot was quite for a minute.
Jessie turned to look at him right when he said, "I'se do."
She wondered how could he lie that easily? He didn't want her as his wife.
He was lying, wasn't he?

"Alright then, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

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Jessie and Spot had just gotten back from Manhattan, where their wedding and ceremony had been held. The party at Medda's that the newsies had held for them, had been great. They were just getting back to Brooklyn at 1:30 at night.

At the party Spot had treated her with such gentleness. She was almost sure he really did love her. They way he'd, hold her hand under the table when they'd sit next to each other. They way he'd lean over and whisper something sweet in her ear like, how beautiful she looked right then.

It was actually just like what she had always dreamed her wedding would be like.

They both quietly tip-toed up the stairs, and went down the hall to Spot's room. Jessie walked into the room first, and just stood there, with her arms crossed over her chest.

Spot gently closed the door behide him. He turned to look at Jessie. The room was completely dark because he hadn't lite the lantern yet.

Spot was almost in a daze at exactly how gorgeous she looked right now. The moon light shone into the window and it seemed to shine perfectly right onto her.

"Umm...Spot? Can you please light a candle or something I can't see anything?"
"Uhh...yeah..sure." He said reaching around on the night-stand to find the book of matches. Once he found them, he lite one and lite the lantern on the end table. Then he turned to look at Jessie.

She just stood there uncertain of what to do. There were a few things she needed to ask Spot but she was afraid they'd sound foolish.

"Uhh...Spot?"

"Yeah?" He asked starting to walk closer to her.

"This might sound stupid ..but...umm...are we going to share the...the bed?"

Spot couldn't help but smirk at her nervousness. But the reason why he was smirking was just to mostly try and hide his own.

"Well, we are married." Spot said as he still came closer to her. "And personally, I'se find it stupid fer one of us ta have ta sleep on da floor for an enter year. Don't ya?" Spot didn't give her a chance to answer.

He was now right in front of her as he looked right into her blue eyes. He gently laid his soft hands on her thin neck. He kept them there for a second just running them up and down, nuzzling them against her skin.
Then he slowly started to bring her face closer and closer to his.

Jessie couldn't believe he was actually getting ready to kiss her.
She stood there and watched his lips come closer and closer to hers.

Finally they touched.
Spot sighed deeply, as they're lips brushed against each others.

He could feel that she wanted to kiss him back, but Jessie just stood there, not doing anything.

He pulled away just a little and with his eyes still closed he whispered to her, "Kiss me back Jess..." Then he moved foward and gently laid small kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin and then her lips again.

Jessie still refused to do anything. She didn't know what to do. She had never kissed boys, so she didn't know what Spot expected from her.

Spot pulled away from her again, and nuzzled against her neck, gently kissing it. Then he reached to her sides and took her arms and wrapped them around his back. "Jess...do something...touch me, kiss me back, just do anything so that I know you like this..." Spot whispered in between the kisses he was giving his new wife.

Jessie, slowly started to get a little idea of what to do. She started to kiss Spot back now and then, and she'd run her fingers threw his hear.

She was completely taken aback by now. For the past week Spot had only treated her like a friend. He had shown no interest in her at all only a few kisses now and then. But right now, he was making her feel so loved. So wanted and cherished, something she'd never felt before. Something she definitely knew she'd never feel with William.

Spot sighed, and then pulled away from her. He felt terrible when he saw the look on her face. It looked in between want, and hurt.

"Good night Jessie." He said before going over and getting into the bed. He waited for Jessie to get in, and then he turned out the lantern.

Right then, Spot wanted to give Jessie the most passionate wedding night anyone could ever dream of. One where, they'd spend the whole night in each others arms as husband and wife. A warm, loving, passionate, cherishing, night only he would be able to give her.

But he knew he couldn't. They were only going to be married for a year, and he needed to save her wedding night to be special with someone who she truly loved in return. He wasn't that cruel to take that away from a girl. Even though he wished he could give her a beautiful wedding night, he knew he couldn't.

Jessie laid there beside Spot very confused. One minute he was treating her like he was madly in love with her, the next he just turned it all off, and said good-night.

She suddenly crept over to his side of the bed, and wrapped her arms around him, running her hand up and down his chest, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Spot sighed. She was going to make this even harder on him. He slowly moved away from her, and then pushed her over onto her side of the bed.

Jessie then curled up as far as she could from Spot, and started to cry silently. She obviously wasn't going to be getting the wedding night of her dreams.

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