1 Author's Note: I'm tired of writing newsie speech, so just deal? Its way
too time consuming. (If it slips in out of habit, don't be surprised)
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3 Chapter 11
"A baby. Jesus." Jack was in shock. His little sister was having a baby. He wasn't even used to not having her around, and now this.
"That's right. Jack, I'm gonna be a father!" Spot was still in shock. He couldn't believe it, either. Not, of course, that he didn't want it, but… A baby!
"Hey fellas, while you're getting used to the fact that I'm pregnant, a pregnant, beaten person wanting a shower and a bed… namely me… and if it isn't too much trouble for the unpregnant ones of us, the pregnant one wants them NOW…"
"Jesus! Of course! Come on, let's get you to the Lodging House!" Spot decided to continue figuring it out later, when his girl wasn't still on the streets after beaten by someone she had trusted.
Once the trio reached the Lodging House and had stopped the newsies from going straight after Harlem, Singah told the story of the attempted kidnapping with help from Spot. Reaching the crucial part, Singah reached up and took Spot's hand.
"I'm pregnant." The two words had the biggest effect on the newsies of any other words known to them- except the two words running through Spot's head… "I" and "do." Spot wanted to marry Singah- and soon.
***
Blink was worried- Bacon had counted on him to get Spot. Singah had been a perk. And now that Spot had escaped, Blink was in deep shit back in Harlem. Blink and Bacon were friends, but business came first. Slowly, painfully, and with much trepidation, Blink crossed the Bridge into Brooklyn.
***
In the two days since the attempted kidnapping, Spot had been kept informed of the battle for Brooklyn via his infamous little boidies. However, he had decided that it was time to go back- he felt that the newsies were in need of help. There was another reason, too- he wanted to get his mother's wedding ring out of his warehouse. He was going to ask Singah to marry him- but first he was gonna clear it with Jack.
***
Jack was alone in the bunkroom the next day, the newsies having gone to see Medda Larkson, the Swedish Meadow Lark, at the Irving Theater. He wasn't in the mood for loud, rambunctious entertainment. He still couldn't accept the fact that Singah, his Singah, was gonna have a baby.
"Jacky-boy, can I talk to you?" Spot was nervous. He was about to make the biggest commitment of his life, and he wasn't sure if Jack was even gonna give his permission.
"Sure, Spot. What is it?" Jack asked tiredly. Since Singah's announcement, he had had terrifying and strange dreams- so he stopped dreaming the only way he knew how- he stopped sleeping. It had only been two days, but with worrying about Singah, the baby, the battle for Brooklyn, and still carrying the banner, he was exhausted.
"Look, Jack, I know we didn't exactly start on the right foot about the whole me and Singah thing. But now she's gonna have my baby, so I wanna make things right."
"Sure. Is that all?"
"I wanna do this right. Jack, do I have your permission to marry Singah?" Jack was taken aback. His life was changing too fast. Now Spot wanted to marry Singah- and he had asked permission to do it. He thought about it, while Spot nervously shifted weight from foot to foot.
"Jesus, Spot! Sit down! You're making me nervous!" Spot sat. Jack thought, -Aight, then… if he marries her, he can't leave her or the kid. And he really does love her… Yeah,- he decided. –I'll let him ask her. But that doesn't mean she'll say yes…- But deep in his heart, he knew she would.
"Aight, then. You can ask her." Spot leapt up, grabbed Jack's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Thanks, Jack, I've gotta go to Brooklyn and take care of some stuff and get the ring. Don't tell anyone, aight? I want her to know before the others do!"
"Fine- just go! And Spot- if she says no, don't blame me. I ain't gonna say nothing." Spot nodded, and departed. Singah was asleep in the other bunkroom, she and Spot having forgone their private room until everything was over and they could go back to Brooklyn.
"Oh, and Jacky-boy?" Spot stuck his head back in the door. "Tell her I'll be back soon- I'm just goin' to get some stuff… Don't let her worry." Jack nodded, and Spot left for good.
Once Spot had gone, Jack lay back on the bunk he was occupying and began to contemplate things. Why had Sarah left him? Why could the most infamous player in New York be happy, with his sister, when he, Jack, was not? And why had Singah fallen for Spot anyway? Hadn't she been happy with Blink? And again, Why had Sarah left him?
That one was easy- Jack hadn't wanted to give up carrying the banner to marry her. She had needed someone more stable- one of David's friends from school had asked her out, and she accepted. She told Jack that if he couldn't get a better job for her, then she would go with someone who could support her and her children. That had hurt. Sarah had never loved him. She just wanted the famous Jack Kelly, and when she found out he wasn't as perfect as she thought, she left him for someone who was.
The second question was answered by the third- Spot was happy because Singah loved him, and he loved her. She would never leave him for someone more stable- she was brought up around newsies- to her, they were stable. And Singah had fallen for Spot because… well, actually he didn't know that one yet. Maybe because Spot had fallen for her. He'd have to ask her while Spot was gone. And obviously, she hadn't been all that happy with Blink if she had left him, first chance she got.
"Jack?" Singah asked, interrupting his thoughts. "What are you still doing here? I thought everyone except me and Spot went to Medda's."
"Nah. I was tired… Look, Singah, I need to talk to you." He had to know why she fell for Spot, and now was his chance to ask.
"Sure. What? And where's Spot?"
"Spot's in on his way to Brooklyn- he said not to worry, he just needed to get some stuff, and then he'd be back."
"Aight, then. What did you wanna talk about?"
"Singah, why'd you fall in love with Spot?" Frank, yes, abrupt, definitely, and quite obviously without tact, but it was the only way to get the question out.
"I… I dunno! I never thought about it. I just loved him. I guess, I love him because he's him. He's Spot." She suddenly grew suspicious. "Why? OH! You think I just slept with him and got pregnant, and that's why this all started! Jesus, Jack, whaddaya think I am? I loved Spot before anything happened- and that was an accident!"
"Calm down, Singah! I don't think that! I just wanted to know… I've been thinking about Sarah."
"Jack, she didn't really love you if she left you because you wouldn't quit. Forget her. Find someone new."
"It ain't that easy, Singah. But I'll try."
"That's all you can do. And Jack? You didn't just wonder. Something's going on. And I'm gonna find out what." Singah walked to the door. "Goodnight, Jack."
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3 Chapter 11
"A baby. Jesus." Jack was in shock. His little sister was having a baby. He wasn't even used to not having her around, and now this.
"That's right. Jack, I'm gonna be a father!" Spot was still in shock. He couldn't believe it, either. Not, of course, that he didn't want it, but… A baby!
"Hey fellas, while you're getting used to the fact that I'm pregnant, a pregnant, beaten person wanting a shower and a bed… namely me… and if it isn't too much trouble for the unpregnant ones of us, the pregnant one wants them NOW…"
"Jesus! Of course! Come on, let's get you to the Lodging House!" Spot decided to continue figuring it out later, when his girl wasn't still on the streets after beaten by someone she had trusted.
Once the trio reached the Lodging House and had stopped the newsies from going straight after Harlem, Singah told the story of the attempted kidnapping with help from Spot. Reaching the crucial part, Singah reached up and took Spot's hand.
"I'm pregnant." The two words had the biggest effect on the newsies of any other words known to them- except the two words running through Spot's head… "I" and "do." Spot wanted to marry Singah- and soon.
***
Blink was worried- Bacon had counted on him to get Spot. Singah had been a perk. And now that Spot had escaped, Blink was in deep shit back in Harlem. Blink and Bacon were friends, but business came first. Slowly, painfully, and with much trepidation, Blink crossed the Bridge into Brooklyn.
***
In the two days since the attempted kidnapping, Spot had been kept informed of the battle for Brooklyn via his infamous little boidies. However, he had decided that it was time to go back- he felt that the newsies were in need of help. There was another reason, too- he wanted to get his mother's wedding ring out of his warehouse. He was going to ask Singah to marry him- but first he was gonna clear it with Jack.
***
Jack was alone in the bunkroom the next day, the newsies having gone to see Medda Larkson, the Swedish Meadow Lark, at the Irving Theater. He wasn't in the mood for loud, rambunctious entertainment. He still couldn't accept the fact that Singah, his Singah, was gonna have a baby.
"Jacky-boy, can I talk to you?" Spot was nervous. He was about to make the biggest commitment of his life, and he wasn't sure if Jack was even gonna give his permission.
"Sure, Spot. What is it?" Jack asked tiredly. Since Singah's announcement, he had had terrifying and strange dreams- so he stopped dreaming the only way he knew how- he stopped sleeping. It had only been two days, but with worrying about Singah, the baby, the battle for Brooklyn, and still carrying the banner, he was exhausted.
"Look, Jack, I know we didn't exactly start on the right foot about the whole me and Singah thing. But now she's gonna have my baby, so I wanna make things right."
"Sure. Is that all?"
"I wanna do this right. Jack, do I have your permission to marry Singah?" Jack was taken aback. His life was changing too fast. Now Spot wanted to marry Singah- and he had asked permission to do it. He thought about it, while Spot nervously shifted weight from foot to foot.
"Jesus, Spot! Sit down! You're making me nervous!" Spot sat. Jack thought, -Aight, then… if he marries her, he can't leave her or the kid. And he really does love her… Yeah,- he decided. –I'll let him ask her. But that doesn't mean she'll say yes…- But deep in his heart, he knew she would.
"Aight, then. You can ask her." Spot leapt up, grabbed Jack's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Thanks, Jack, I've gotta go to Brooklyn and take care of some stuff and get the ring. Don't tell anyone, aight? I want her to know before the others do!"
"Fine- just go! And Spot- if she says no, don't blame me. I ain't gonna say nothing." Spot nodded, and departed. Singah was asleep in the other bunkroom, she and Spot having forgone their private room until everything was over and they could go back to Brooklyn.
"Oh, and Jacky-boy?" Spot stuck his head back in the door. "Tell her I'll be back soon- I'm just goin' to get some stuff… Don't let her worry." Jack nodded, and Spot left for good.
Once Spot had gone, Jack lay back on the bunk he was occupying and began to contemplate things. Why had Sarah left him? Why could the most infamous player in New York be happy, with his sister, when he, Jack, was not? And why had Singah fallen for Spot anyway? Hadn't she been happy with Blink? And again, Why had Sarah left him?
That one was easy- Jack hadn't wanted to give up carrying the banner to marry her. She had needed someone more stable- one of David's friends from school had asked her out, and she accepted. She told Jack that if he couldn't get a better job for her, then she would go with someone who could support her and her children. That had hurt. Sarah had never loved him. She just wanted the famous Jack Kelly, and when she found out he wasn't as perfect as she thought, she left him for someone who was.
The second question was answered by the third- Spot was happy because Singah loved him, and he loved her. She would never leave him for someone more stable- she was brought up around newsies- to her, they were stable. And Singah had fallen for Spot because… well, actually he didn't know that one yet. Maybe because Spot had fallen for her. He'd have to ask her while Spot was gone. And obviously, she hadn't been all that happy with Blink if she had left him, first chance she got.
"Jack?" Singah asked, interrupting his thoughts. "What are you still doing here? I thought everyone except me and Spot went to Medda's."
"Nah. I was tired… Look, Singah, I need to talk to you." He had to know why she fell for Spot, and now was his chance to ask.
"Sure. What? And where's Spot?"
"Spot's in on his way to Brooklyn- he said not to worry, he just needed to get some stuff, and then he'd be back."
"Aight, then. What did you wanna talk about?"
"Singah, why'd you fall in love with Spot?" Frank, yes, abrupt, definitely, and quite obviously without tact, but it was the only way to get the question out.
"I… I dunno! I never thought about it. I just loved him. I guess, I love him because he's him. He's Spot." She suddenly grew suspicious. "Why? OH! You think I just slept with him and got pregnant, and that's why this all started! Jesus, Jack, whaddaya think I am? I loved Spot before anything happened- and that was an accident!"
"Calm down, Singah! I don't think that! I just wanted to know… I've been thinking about Sarah."
"Jack, she didn't really love you if she left you because you wouldn't quit. Forget her. Find someone new."
"It ain't that easy, Singah. But I'll try."
"That's all you can do. And Jack? You didn't just wonder. Something's going on. And I'm gonna find out what." Singah walked to the door. "Goodnight, Jack."