A/N; Here is an update just so Sweets will hush already..... I luv ya girl ;) If it wasn't for you, I'd never update. This sucks MAJOR TIME guys. I think this is one of the worst chapters I've ever written and I've written some horrible crap before. Be kind..... please.
Hospital.
The clock downstairs in the Manhattan Lodging House struck midnight, as Marit and Race sat in the Sick Room alone.
"What about Leila......" Race said, looking up from a small book of names he'd been flipping through for the past hour.
"I like dat...... Leila.... Grace?" Marit suggested.
"Hmmm... Leila Grace Higgins... I like it." Race said, looking over at Marit.
"Now for da boy name....." Marit said as she sighed heavily.
"Another hour and somethin'...." Race joked. Marit laughed lightly.
"I like da name Oliver..." Race said after a moment or so of silence.
"Really? I do too.... how about.... Oliver... Torrance?" Marit said turning to face Race and sitting Indian style on the bed.
"Oliver Torrance Higgins. Sounds alright ta me." Race said leaning up against the wall. He turned his head and looked over at the girl.
"Ya know, I'm sorry for all da things I've done. I never meant to be mean to ya. I'se guess I was so scared... and I still am." Race said.
Marit looked up at him and grinned., "It's alright."
"No it's not..... I was an idiot." Race said looking at the opposite wall.
"It's fine. Forget it ever happened...."
Race grinned. He leaned over and kissed her softly.
"A kid....." Sprite said slowly. All of the other newsies sat together chatting about random happenings, the main topic being the announcement.
"A mini Race...." Spot said as he pretended to shutter.
Sweets leaned over and smacked Spot on the shoulder, "Da day anyone shuttas is da day the world is graced wit da presences of your ungodly kids...."
"Hey now!" Doll said in mock offence.
"No offence to ya Doll...." Sweets said taking a drag from her cigarette.
"Seriously guys.... a baby. Here. Do you have any idea what dis is gonna do to them? Up all hours of the night...." Sprite said sighing and leaning back.
"I feel sorry for both of them..." Jack said.
"Me too..."
The months slowly went by. Marit's tummy grew larger and larger, eventually causing her to have to stay home and not sell. Race tried to sell more and more papers, saving every dime her could for the baby, and even cut back on gambling. Blink excepted the fact more and more each day.
"How much longer?" Doll said, nudging Marit on the arm.
Marit looked up at the blonde haired girl and gave a weak smile, "Two and a half weeks."
"Two and a half weeks?! Is that all?" Doll exclaimed.
"Yea...." Marit sighed, "I'm scared. What if something goes wrong?"
"Oh, it'll be fine honey. Don't worry...." Doll said softly and pulling the girl into a hug, "Hey! Dere's a show at Medda's tanight, wanna come and watch."
"Not really, but I don't want to make Race miss another night at Medda's. Ever since I stopped going, he stopped. He says he doesn't wanna leave me." Marit said slowly, debating in her head.
"So, is that a yes?" Doll said, standing up.
Marit smiled and stood up, "No, it's a 'why not?'"
"Great! Let's get ready!"
A half an hour later Doll and Marit walked down the stairs.
"Lookie, lookie. If it isn't mommy....." Spot joked.
"Fuck you, Spot..." Marit shot back.
"When and where?" Spot said laughing hysterically.
"Spot, shut da hell up. It isn't dat damn funny." Doll said walking over to her boy.
"Alright, everyone let's go. We'se don't wanna be late for Medda's." Jack said. Everyone slowly made their way out of the Lodging House. Race walked over to Marit and stared to lead her up the stairs.
"What are you doin'?" Marit asked him, wiggling from his grip.
"Wad ya mean, watcha doin'?" Race asked, puzzled.
"We'se goin' ta Medda's...." Marit said plainly.
"Honey, don'tcha think ya need to stay home... I mean.. two weeks baby." Race said.
"No... one way or anotha you're going. Whether I stay or not..."
"No I'm not, I'm stayin' here with you."
"No you're not.... you've stayed home too much. I'm not gonna keep you from being happy..."
"But I'm happy here with you..."
"But you'd rather be out...."
"No...."
"Race, shuddup, we're going."
Before Race could say a word, Marit grabbed his hand and lead him toward the door.
Doll walked over to the table where the Manhattan newsies sat, "Clue, Medda wants to see you."
"Ok," Marit stood up and followed Doll backstage.
Doll led Marit to the all too familiar dressing room where Medda sat at one of the mirrors, fixing some of the make up.
She turned around when she heard someone enter. As Doll moved out of the way, revealing Marit, Medda gasped.
"Oh my God, sweetheart......." Medda said slowly walking over to her, "So this is why you haven't been coming..."
Medda pulled Marit into a hug, and let loose, "Who?"
"Race," Marit answered.
"Racetrack?!" Medda said startled.
"Yes," Marit said, slightly ashamed of her situation.
"Well, Lord, aren't you two gonna have a cute lil baby!" Medda said, clapping her hands together.
Marit smiled at the sweet remark Medda had made, "Thanks."
"Sweetheart, I've missed you back here. I can't wait til you get back.... and maybe even, if we're blessed with a lil girl... there might be another act on the stage." Medda said grinning.
Marit smiled, in place of her loss of words.
"Well, my act is about to start... Doll take her back. Sweetie, it's been great seeing you, come visit me more, and for God's sake lemme see that baby when it gets here." Medda said. She gave Marit one more tight hug and walked out of the room.
Doll and Marit left the room also, returning back to the table where the others still sat.
The show was shorter than the others Marit had seen or been in. Ten o'clock came sooner than anyone expected and the show ended.
The mass of newsies form all over New York made their way out into the streets slowly, stopping here and there to chat with one another.
Race, Clue, Doll, and Sprite, started to walk down the street, away from the crowd, Andrew came running over.
"My God...." he said as he stopped in front of Marit.
"Dont' rub it in... I know I look like I swallowed a fuckin' ball...." Clue said as she looked down at her large tummy.
"You said it, not me..." Andrew said laughing lightly and running his fingers through his hair.
"Well, listen... I'se just wanted ta say hey. But if ya need me, I'se in Brooklyn for da next.... two or three months, alright?"
"Ok," Marit said. Andrew pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek before running off.
"Ready to go everyone?" Sprite said as she looked back at the crowd, seeing all the other boys were chatting, and knew it would be a while before they got done.
Everyone nodded in agreement and started to walk down the dark street. A few minutes later Marit stopped suddenly and put her hand on her stomach.
"Clue, what's wrong....." Race said, stopping too.
"Oh shit.... she's going in labor..." Doll said.
"Ahh....... we need to get her to da hospital.." Sprite said looking around for someone coming down the street.
"We can't afford a damn doctor!" Race yelled, his arm around Marit, who was still bent over holding her stomach. She groaned in pain.
"Hey! Hey!! You!!" Sprite said, running toward a buggy coming down the street. The man driving stopped quickly, "What do you want miss?"
"Listen, my friend is goin' labor and we have ta get her to a hospital, can you please take us?" Sprite said nervously.
"Yea, sure. Get her in, quick." the man said, gesturing to the coach.
"Race! Get her over here!" Sprite yelled. Doll and race ed the girl to the coach and got her in as she let out another painful moan.
"Is she gonna be ok?" Race panicked.
"Yes, Race. She'll be fine....." Doll said, looking up at Sprite as she too got in the coach.
"Doll, go tell the others, and meet us at the hospital as soon as possible." Sprite said. Doll nodded and ran off back towards Medda's as the coach started down the street.
