Author's note: Because I am lazy and I want to finish this story before it
turns into a full- length novel and I end up selling it to Disney as the
Newsies 2, I am skipping until the wedding… Bear with me!
Chapter Eighteen
Four months had passed since the announcement of Spot and Singah's engagement. Plans were made for the wedding, relationships came and went, and life continued on in the Big Apple, unaware of the newsies' lives. Jack and Fast grew closer, as did Fidget and Trolley, though not without some dissension. Even Spot and Singah argued every once and a while, but the fights were brief and trivial, and always ended with them apologizing and kissing and loving each other. But the wedding drew near, and emotions were running high. Singah was anticipating her day, and Fast and Fidget were helping her prepare.
The trio was hard at work making Singah's dress, using one of Medda's old outfits and refitting it for Singah. Singah was busy trying to keep another secret, but she knew it wouldn't be an issue for another month or so… but she would tell Spot before the wedding.
The wedding was to be held in St. Michael's Church, in Brooklyn. Singah's bridesmaids were to be Fast, who had become close friends with Singah, Inky, Lashes, and Star. Jack was going to give her away, and Fidget was going to be maid of honor. Medda was providing entertainment, and a cake.
Spot had decided that Trolley was to be best man, as he was second-in- command in Brooklyn. He had had no idea what he was going to wear- he had never really thought about it- until Medda came to the rescue again- she had a suit, not too fancy, but nice, that he could wear. The rest of the wedding party could just wear their nicest clothes. After all, it wasn't their wedding.
***
The day came when Singah decided to tell Spot her secret. The wedding was in three days, and she wanted him to know before anyone else.
Singah and Spot were sitting on the roof of the Brooklyn Lodging House, just enjoying each other's company. "Spot? I got somethin' to tell you." Singah wasn't sure how he'd react to her news, but she figured he'd be overjoyed.
"What?" he replied, kissing her neck.
"Spot, I'm pregnant." HE stopped kissing her, pulled back, and looked into her eyes. Suddenly he smiled.
"That's great! How long…?"
"Two months."
"This is wonderful… Does anyone else know?"
"No- just you and me. I wanted to tell you before the wedding, and tell everyone else then."
"Sounds good to me. Have you thought of any names yet?" He had… since her first pregnancy he had been listening to names and storing the ones he liked away… and then there were the ones from Ireland, and his family.
"Well, for a girl, Shannon, and for a boy Michael. What about you…do you have any?"
"Actually, yeah- I always liked Maire for a girl- it means "sea" in Gaelic, from Ireland, and for a boy, I like Michael. It was me father's name."
"Then if it's a boy, Michael. And I like Maire for a girl." She put her hand on her stomach- it was just starting to swell, ever so slightly. But it wouldn't be an issue for a while.
Spot kissed Singah again. She returned the kiss, and pulled him closer. No one else was on the roof, and it was gonna stay that way… the newsies knew it was off-limits when there was a couple up there- you never knew what you might see.
Spot began unbuttoning Singah's shirt at the same time as she began to unbutton his. As passion grew, clothes came off, until they were loving each other in the moonlight.
Chapter Eighteen
Four months had passed since the announcement of Spot and Singah's engagement. Plans were made for the wedding, relationships came and went, and life continued on in the Big Apple, unaware of the newsies' lives. Jack and Fast grew closer, as did Fidget and Trolley, though not without some dissension. Even Spot and Singah argued every once and a while, but the fights were brief and trivial, and always ended with them apologizing and kissing and loving each other. But the wedding drew near, and emotions were running high. Singah was anticipating her day, and Fast and Fidget were helping her prepare.
The trio was hard at work making Singah's dress, using one of Medda's old outfits and refitting it for Singah. Singah was busy trying to keep another secret, but she knew it wouldn't be an issue for another month or so… but she would tell Spot before the wedding.
The wedding was to be held in St. Michael's Church, in Brooklyn. Singah's bridesmaids were to be Fast, who had become close friends with Singah, Inky, Lashes, and Star. Jack was going to give her away, and Fidget was going to be maid of honor. Medda was providing entertainment, and a cake.
Spot had decided that Trolley was to be best man, as he was second-in- command in Brooklyn. He had had no idea what he was going to wear- he had never really thought about it- until Medda came to the rescue again- she had a suit, not too fancy, but nice, that he could wear. The rest of the wedding party could just wear their nicest clothes. After all, it wasn't their wedding.
***
The day came when Singah decided to tell Spot her secret. The wedding was in three days, and she wanted him to know before anyone else.
Singah and Spot were sitting on the roof of the Brooklyn Lodging House, just enjoying each other's company. "Spot? I got somethin' to tell you." Singah wasn't sure how he'd react to her news, but she figured he'd be overjoyed.
"What?" he replied, kissing her neck.
"Spot, I'm pregnant." HE stopped kissing her, pulled back, and looked into her eyes. Suddenly he smiled.
"That's great! How long…?"
"Two months."
"This is wonderful… Does anyone else know?"
"No- just you and me. I wanted to tell you before the wedding, and tell everyone else then."
"Sounds good to me. Have you thought of any names yet?" He had… since her first pregnancy he had been listening to names and storing the ones he liked away… and then there were the ones from Ireland, and his family.
"Well, for a girl, Shannon, and for a boy Michael. What about you…do you have any?"
"Actually, yeah- I always liked Maire for a girl- it means "sea" in Gaelic, from Ireland, and for a boy, I like Michael. It was me father's name."
"Then if it's a boy, Michael. And I like Maire for a girl." She put her hand on her stomach- it was just starting to swell, ever so slightly. But it wouldn't be an issue for a while.
Spot kissed Singah again. She returned the kiss, and pulled him closer. No one else was on the roof, and it was gonna stay that way… the newsies knew it was off-limits when there was a couple up there- you never knew what you might see.
Spot began unbuttoning Singah's shirt at the same time as she began to unbutton his. As passion grew, clothes came off, until they were loving each other in the moonlight.