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A/N-Thank you reviewers! I love you all! Oh, Duck and Joz, if you guys
read this...don't hurt me!
Sara groaned. He hadn't caught the hint. 'Why don't you get it?!' She sat up and wiped the tears off her face. 'How am I going to do this?' She asked herself. 'I can't do this!' She stood and walked to the wash room to wipe the tear streaks off her face. She listened as the door opened and Race came in.
"Hey. Spot said you was sick and he went to get Thomas."
"Where'd Thomas go?"
"His daughter's place. What's wrong wit ya? I know ya know what it is..."
"I do. I think. I can't tell you yet. I have to tell him first."
"What is it Sara?! Are you dyin' or somethin'?"
"I don't think so...I don't know if I will or not...It happens sometimes."
Race's eyes widened. "That's it! Youse comin wit me. We'se goin' ta tell Spot what's wrong wit ya. I don't know what it is but if you really are dat sick den youse tellin him!" He grabbed her arm and began pulling her out the door.
"RACE!" Sara pulled her arm away. "I can't yet! I'm not sure if it is what I think it is! I could just be sick...like the flu or something..."
"Sara Valerie! I swear on my own grave dat if you don't tell him I'll kill ya!"
"I know...don't care though."
"SARA!"
"RACE!" She laughed and sat back down on the bed. He sat next to her. "If youse really sick Sara, you'd tell me right?" He looked serious.
"I'm telling you there is something wrong. I just don't know what yet. I'm not sure and I can't tell you before I tell Spot."
"Why? He sick too?" Race asked, giving her a look of anger and confusion.
"Racetrack, you're my best friend in the whole world. I'd tell you anything if it were that important but this doesn't concern you yet. When I know, I'll tell you and you'll understand why I couldn't yet. Until then you can be mad at me, but you'll feel guilty at the end."
"Fine. I won't be mad den!"
Sara smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're like my brother and I love you. You can't be mad at me for this when you find out."
"WHAT IS IT?!"
"I can't tell you! Why don't you understand? I can't tell you because I can't even tell Kyle yet! Or Josh and Keith for that matter! I can't except it myself! I'm 17. I can't do it."
"What da hell are you talkin bout?"
She looked up. "Nothing. Just don't tell Spot I'm that sick yet. Please?"
"I won't. I will tell Ace and Josh though."
"Fine...just go." She wiped new tears from her eyes and pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Go..."
Race stood and walked away. He had never seen Sara cry so much in his life as she had in the last two days. Why was Spot doing this to her? He shook his head and left the Brooklyn Lodging House.
Spot came back in with Thomas 10 minutes after Race had left and brought him to Sara.
Thomas leaned over the now sleeping, tiny, blonde, girl. "She tell you what's wrong yet?"
"No. I got me ideas though. She keeps droppin hints expectin me ta ask her if its true. What I think I mean."
"And what do you think?"
Spot shook his head. "I dunno. I shouldn't tell ya till she tells me."
"Oh?" Thomas smiled and put a hand on Sara's forehead. "Warm...maybe a slight fever. That could be because she's under a blanket in July." He pulled the blanket down to her stomach. "The source of the problem...I would tell you what I think but it may come as a shock or even be impossible."
"What do you think..."
"I meant I'll tell you when I'm done examining her!" Thomas rolled his eyes. He placed a hand on Sara's neck to check her pulse. She stirred and he moved his hand quickly. Sara stopped stirring. Thomas pulled the blanket back up. Then he turned to Spot. "Come with me Kyle. I have a theory."
Spot followed Thomas to his office and walked in behind him. He shut and locked the door with a dry click.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I'm not sure you want to know."
"I wanna know."
"I don't think you do."
"I do."
"Hmm. I don't think so."
Spot growled. "THOMAS! Tell me!" He snapped and jammed his hands into his pockets. He felt the familiar box in his hand. He had had it in there for at least two weeks now. His mother's engagement ring. The asylum had given it to him when she died two weeks ago. It didn't hurt him. She was insane and couldn't remember his name.
"I don't want to be the one to tell you what I think. She should be the one to tell you this. And the fact that it might be impossible..."
Spot pulled the ring out. "It ain't. I think I get what youse tryin' ta tell me."
"Is that your mother's?"
"Yeah. I want ta give it ta Sara. So she knows I love her and I want ta marry her."
"Maybe you do want to know. I thought Sara vowed against sleeping with a man?"
"She did. But she broke it for me..."
"You better stay with her! She did that for the most notorious sleep around newsie in Brooklyn?!"
"Yeah she did."
"Well, then I guess I better tell you. I've noticed that Sara is throwing-up in the morning. She eats like she used to but more often. She cries and is highly emotional. There is also the fact that she avoids you now. She doesn't want you to suspect anything until she's sure. I think she's pregnant."
Spot nodded. "That's what I thought too."
A/N-Don't kill me!
Sara groaned. He hadn't caught the hint. 'Why don't you get it?!' She sat up and wiped the tears off her face. 'How am I going to do this?' She asked herself. 'I can't do this!' She stood and walked to the wash room to wipe the tear streaks off her face. She listened as the door opened and Race came in.
"Hey. Spot said you was sick and he went to get Thomas."
"Where'd Thomas go?"
"His daughter's place. What's wrong wit ya? I know ya know what it is..."
"I do. I think. I can't tell you yet. I have to tell him first."
"What is it Sara?! Are you dyin' or somethin'?"
"I don't think so...I don't know if I will or not...It happens sometimes."
Race's eyes widened. "That's it! Youse comin wit me. We'se goin' ta tell Spot what's wrong wit ya. I don't know what it is but if you really are dat sick den youse tellin him!" He grabbed her arm and began pulling her out the door.
"RACE!" Sara pulled her arm away. "I can't yet! I'm not sure if it is what I think it is! I could just be sick...like the flu or something..."
"Sara Valerie! I swear on my own grave dat if you don't tell him I'll kill ya!"
"I know...don't care though."
"SARA!"
"RACE!" She laughed and sat back down on the bed. He sat next to her. "If youse really sick Sara, you'd tell me right?" He looked serious.
"I'm telling you there is something wrong. I just don't know what yet. I'm not sure and I can't tell you before I tell Spot."
"Why? He sick too?" Race asked, giving her a look of anger and confusion.
"Racetrack, you're my best friend in the whole world. I'd tell you anything if it were that important but this doesn't concern you yet. When I know, I'll tell you and you'll understand why I couldn't yet. Until then you can be mad at me, but you'll feel guilty at the end."
"Fine. I won't be mad den!"
Sara smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're like my brother and I love you. You can't be mad at me for this when you find out."
"WHAT IS IT?!"
"I can't tell you! Why don't you understand? I can't tell you because I can't even tell Kyle yet! Or Josh and Keith for that matter! I can't except it myself! I'm 17. I can't do it."
"What da hell are you talkin bout?"
She looked up. "Nothing. Just don't tell Spot I'm that sick yet. Please?"
"I won't. I will tell Ace and Josh though."
"Fine...just go." She wiped new tears from her eyes and pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Go..."
Race stood and walked away. He had never seen Sara cry so much in his life as she had in the last two days. Why was Spot doing this to her? He shook his head and left the Brooklyn Lodging House.
Spot came back in with Thomas 10 minutes after Race had left and brought him to Sara.
Thomas leaned over the now sleeping, tiny, blonde, girl. "She tell you what's wrong yet?"
"No. I got me ideas though. She keeps droppin hints expectin me ta ask her if its true. What I think I mean."
"And what do you think?"
Spot shook his head. "I dunno. I shouldn't tell ya till she tells me."
"Oh?" Thomas smiled and put a hand on Sara's forehead. "Warm...maybe a slight fever. That could be because she's under a blanket in July." He pulled the blanket down to her stomach. "The source of the problem...I would tell you what I think but it may come as a shock or even be impossible."
"What do you think..."
"I meant I'll tell you when I'm done examining her!" Thomas rolled his eyes. He placed a hand on Sara's neck to check her pulse. She stirred and he moved his hand quickly. Sara stopped stirring. Thomas pulled the blanket back up. Then he turned to Spot. "Come with me Kyle. I have a theory."
Spot followed Thomas to his office and walked in behind him. He shut and locked the door with a dry click.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I'm not sure you want to know."
"I wanna know."
"I don't think you do."
"I do."
"Hmm. I don't think so."
Spot growled. "THOMAS! Tell me!" He snapped and jammed his hands into his pockets. He felt the familiar box in his hand. He had had it in there for at least two weeks now. His mother's engagement ring. The asylum had given it to him when she died two weeks ago. It didn't hurt him. She was insane and couldn't remember his name.
"I don't want to be the one to tell you what I think. She should be the one to tell you this. And the fact that it might be impossible..."
Spot pulled the ring out. "It ain't. I think I get what youse tryin' ta tell me."
"Is that your mother's?"
"Yeah. I want ta give it ta Sara. So she knows I love her and I want ta marry her."
"Maybe you do want to know. I thought Sara vowed against sleeping with a man?"
"She did. But she broke it for me..."
"You better stay with her! She did that for the most notorious sleep around newsie in Brooklyn?!"
"Yeah she did."
"Well, then I guess I better tell you. I've noticed that Sara is throwing-up in the morning. She eats like she used to but more often. She cries and is highly emotional. There is also the fact that she avoids you now. She doesn't want you to suspect anything until she's sure. I think she's pregnant."
Spot nodded. "That's what I thought too."
A/N-Don't kill me!