Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Disney obviously does(*tear* Lucky
Rats!), and I don't actually own this story, my talented friend, Kristina,
does(she, too, is a lucky rat!) and I am merely doing her a favor! But, I
actually DO own Tig and Annabelle, others as well, but you have to wait for
the sequel! So, for these reasons, don't sue me!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
December 24, 1900. 7:00 p.m.
Christmas quickly rolled around and the Newsies weren't as bad off as they used to be. They always had an extra handful of change in their pockets and food to eat. The Newsies had grown, as well as the girls stomachs.
The group sat in Tibby's as the snow fell outside. It was like a Winter Wonderland and everyone was happy. They were all so jolly, having the Spirit of Christmas in them. Tibby's was decorated in red and green tinsel and a small Christmas Tree stood in the cozy corner of the room.
Everyone sat at a large table in the center of Tibby's. Lily and Target sat side-by-side, Mush and Skittery on the opposite sides of them. Jack and Shortcake sat across the table. Everyone else was randomly scattered about the room. Lily and Marie were ravenously eating their turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy. Jack and Rory stared at them.
"So...ah... how far along are ya?" Jack asked.
"Five months, three weeks, one day," they explained without looking up from their dinner.
"Okay den," Jack spoke sarcastically and continued eating.
December 24, 1900. 10:00 p.m.
The Newsies sat in Tibby's singing carol and drinking eggnog.
"Wish me luck!" Skittery requested from Lily.
"Good luck, Jones," she replied, rubbing her tummy. Skittery slowly walked up to his love, butterflies in his stomach.
"Marie, can I'se talk ta you'se...in private?" he asked, his voice giving a small quiver.
"Sure," she answered, setting her drink down on the table. "I'll grab my coat."
"I'se got it," Skit said, handing it to her. They walked outside.
The air was cool and clean. Pure white snowflakes slowly fell. The couple strolled through the park, circled around and headed back to Tibby's without saying a word.
"Is everything okay?" asked Target, full of concern.
"Yeah, yeah everything's fine, 'specially now wit da baby comin' and everthin'. Nah, it's great but, ah...shouldn't da baby have a fadda?" he asked.
"Skitty-Boy, she does have a fadda; you'se," she explained softly.
"Nah, I'se mean...a real fadda. Dat's what I'se wanted ta talk ta you'se 'bout," he said, putting a strong arm around her waist, stopping her in the middle of the street. "You'se is all I'se eva wanted, you'se is da world ta me. Woids can't express da way I'se feel 'bout you'se. You'se is a rose among thorns and I'se wants ta spend da rest of me life wit you'se." He looked deep into her soft gray eyes, then he bent down on one knee. Target's heart skipped a beat. "Marie McCoy, will you'se marry me?" he asked, holding her hands. She began to cry tears of joy. Skittery's heart also jumped for fear of rejection. He got up off of the snowy sidewalk. Target placed her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer,
"Absolutely," she whispered and kissed his soft lips. The snow began to fall again as they held eachother tightly in the streets of New York
December 24, 1900. 11:00p.m.
The couple walked back into the warm and cozy Tibby's. Target hung her jacket on the coat rack near the door and sat down between Shortcake and Lily. Target forced a convincing disappointed looked upon her face.
"What's goin' on?" Rory asked concerned. A smile swam across Target's face.
"I'M GETTTING MARRIED!" she giggled and scrunched her nose. At the same time Skittery also said these words. The place roared with excitement. Jack and Rory kissed in the corner. Skittery ran to Target and kissed her and her stomach where her unborn child was.
"Hey, my little Sweet-Pea, don't kill Mommy's bladda, understand?" Skit jokingly asked, placing his ear to his daughter inside.
"You're gonna be a great fadda," said Mush. Skittery got up off the floor.
"Yeah, so are you'se, Meyers, so are you'se," Skittery spat in his palm and extended it toward Mush, who did the same; they shook hands.
"Good luck!" many of the Newsies called out.
"It ain't a matta of luck fellas, you'se just gotta believe," he explained. Skittery began talking with Blink and Bumlets about this whole situation. Moments passed and the restaurant settled down some. He turned back to Target who was sitting in an empty booth watching the snowfall. Skittery quickly walked over to her. She must have not heard him kneel beside her on the booth cushion, for she continued to stare out the window. He slung one arm over the back of the booth and one on the table.
The grandfather clock chimed twelve times; it was midnight. She turned to look at the clock, but instead saw the face of Skittery Jones. He kissed her sweetly.
"Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed, looking into her sparkling eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Skitty-Boy," she answered.
He leaned into kiss her again, when she looked down at her stomach. "Merry Christmas, Sweet-Pea," she said, rubbing it. Skittery stopped himself from the range of motion he was traveling in, before he kissed the top of her head. He backed away and also looked at his unborn child. Leaning down, he whispered, "Merry Christmas," he paused, "Sweet-Pea," and kissed Target's abdomen.
He turned back to Marie. "Is dat gonna be her nickname: Sweet-Pea?" he asked, placing his hand on her over-grown mid section.
"Nah, sounds to wussy. You'se know kids get beat up for havin' wimpy names," she explained in the nicest way she knew how. "You'se neva know, I'se could be wrong; you'se could have a son," Marie clarified, raising an eyebrow.
"A boy, huh?" Skittery asked himself.
"But if it is a goil," Target stated, "I'se'll probably call her Munchkin."
The name was cute in a way, but somehow also sounded like it would demand a lot of respect.
"What's her nickname?" Mush asked as he and Lily sat down across from them.
"Munchkin," they answered.
"Where'd ya come up wit dat one?"
"I'se was readin' a book da odda day, saw da woid, thought it was interestin'," said Target.
"You'se, readin'? Dat's a foist!" Target threw a saltshaker at him.
"Well I'se likes it and it ain't too goily and sounds mischievous and carefree." She looked at Tig then back at Skittery. "Like me," she added.
"Like you'se?" he asked.
"Like me."
"You're gonna turn our goil into a tomboy?"
"Yeah, you'se gotta problem wit dat? She's gotta learn ta defend herself, don't she? Hey, when I'se is through teachin' her how ta fight, Skitty-Boy, she'll be able ta kick anyone's ass!"
"Oh really?" Skit asked jokingly.
"Yeah, really!" Target said, trying to hide her grin. "She'll even kick your ass, Skit!" She then leaned into and kissed her fiancé. In the middle of their kiss, Target shouted, "OWW!!!" She placed her hand to her stomach. "Cause Lord knows she's kickin' mine!" Target inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. Skit tried to comfort her as Mush and Lily watched from across the table. "Skit?" asked Target.
"Yeah?"
"Remember."
"Remember what?"
"We'se is only havin' one kid...for a long while," she explained. Her eyes glanced across the table to Lily. "What about you'se Lil, how's you'se doin' wit your kickin' bundle of joy?" Target asked sarcastically. She finally got situated and took a sip of water.
"We're doing okay," Tig replied.
"Been thinkin' 'bout names?" Target asked, drinking a little more.
"Yeah, but nothing permanant, yet." She looked to Mush then back at Marie. "What about you? Anything so far?"
"Yeah, we'se is thinkin' 'bout da name Evelyn or Corinne, den havin' her middle name be Lily, after her Aunt Lils." She stopped. "Dat is, if it's okay wit you'se!"
Tig looked surprised to have someone named after her.
"Of course it's okay with me! I'd be honored," she explained. "What if it's a boy?" Tig questioned.
"Maybe Jack, after Cowboy over dare," Skit paused. "Geeze, dese kids are gonna have a lot of relatives! Every Newsie in dis room is gonna be an aunt or uncle," he explained. The small group chuckled at his remark. Everyone became silent and somber. "Or James, after me fadda."
Mush and Skittery watched their fiancés massage their stomachs.
"Lils?" asked Target, breaking the tranquil atmosphere. Lily looked up at Target, her eyes soft and calm. "How long before our daughters come?" Target asked.
Lily smiled and said, "Three months, one week, and three days, Marie. Three, one, three," she said, breathing slowly.
Most of the Newsies had gone back to the Lodging House. Jack and Rory were the last to make their way home that wintery night in New York. Instead of going home, they decided to travel to the Vaudeville Theatre on Broome Street and spending the night there.
The Next Morning
"Lily! Target!" Rory shouted as she ran up the Lodging House stairs. "Lily!" She searched frantically. "Target!" The two girls came from their sitting area.
"Rory, sweetie, what is it? What's wrong?" asked Tig, taking Rory's trembling hands. The three of them sat down.
"Shortcake, what's wrong?" asked Target. Rory's breathing returned to normal as she began to explain.
"I'se had sex wit Jack!" she paused and took a deep breath. "We spent last night at da Irving Hall and I'se don't know what's gonna happen wit Jack if I'se would be pregnant." Lily and Marie looked at eachother then back at Rory.
"Hey listen kid, I'll talk ta Jackie-Boy. You just calm yourself down and wipe your eyes," Target explained, wiping a tear from Rory's cheek. Shortcake continued to softly whimper. Target stood up. "Tig, clean her up, please?" she asked. Rory was a nervous mess, shaking and crying.
2:00p.m.
Jack and the boys came home for lunch as Target ever so slowly made her way down the steps. She could see the boys running around in the kitchen. Specs, Blink, and Race walked into the lobby of the Lodging House and saw Marie struggling down the stairs. They put their food down and assisted her.
"You owe me, Rory Bale," she thought to herself.
"You'se okay?" Specs asked, placing Target's arm over his shoulder. Blink was on the other side, doing the same.
"I'se rememba when I'se could come flyin' down dese steps two and three at a time!" Skittery also walked into the lobby and saw the fellas helping Target. "I'se blame you'se!" she hollered and pointed a finger at Skittery. The four finally made their way downstairs. "Thanks fellas," she said. Race bent down to level with Target's belly.
"Hey kid, take it easy! Don't give your mutha a hard time, understand?" Race whispered and kissed her stomach. Target smiled as he walked away.
"We know who her favorite uncle's gonna be," she laughed. "Where's Cowboy, I'se gotta talk to him," she explained, placing her hands on her spine for support as she headed toward the kitchen.
"Why, what's wrong?" Skit questioned, stepping in her path.
"Nuttin' it's just...I'se need ta get a story straight," Target answered and pushed past Skit. She leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hey, Cowboy," she shouted about the crowd. He looked up. "Come heah!" she commanded. He set his plate down on the counter and walked over to her. He slouched down and patted Marie's stomach
"Hey, Munchkin!" he muttered. Target slapped his hand away.
"Shortcake thinks she might be pregnant wit your kid."
He looked embarassed and confused.
"What?" he asked. She pointed a stern finger at his nose, which he tried to bite.
"She's upstairs crying, afraid dat you'se would leave her if she's havin' a baby and she's gonna have ta raise da kid by herself." Jack looked up the stairs, then back to Marie.
"Listen, I'se loves her wit all my heart. I'se would neva even think of leavin' her." He then darted up stairs to talk to Rory. Target walked into the kitchen to visit with the boys. Snoddy came up to her and placed his hand on her stomach.
"Man, can you'se guys touch Tig's gut for a while? I'se ain't da only pregnant goil in dis place!" protested Target. Snoddy had a hurt expression on his face. Marie sighed. "Sorry kid, dese mood swings are killin' me," she explained, kissing his cheek.
"No worries," he replied, kissed her cheek in return and walked away.
A few minutes later, Jack and Shortcake were assisting Lily down the creaky stairs. They were almost at the bottom when Shortcake jokingly asked, "Tig, I'se left me hat upstairs. Can you'se go get it for me?" Tig raised her eyebrows and smacked the back of Rory's head.
"Hey, Lil!" someone called. The three looked up. Target was looking back at them. "You'se gotta stop smackin' people in da head!" They had reached the bottom.
"It's my trademark," she answered back.
"Oww!" Lily and Marie shouted at the same time. Target looked at Tig resting on Rory's shoulder.
"Kidney?" Target asked.
"Kidney," responded Lily. "They're like telling eachother what to do," she finished. Target nodded and agreed, propping herself up on the door handle. Mush walked over and began singing to his daughter. He made it up as he went. Some of the lyrics didn't make sense, but it was entertaining. Target looked at the clock on the wall.
"You guys better get goin' or you'se ain't gonna be able ta sell any papes," she paused as Skittery walked passed, placing his hand on her large stomach. "Speaking of papes, anythin' good today?" she asked.
"It's okay," commented Mush, standing up. "Da story on Spot is gettin' a little slow," he explained, handing some of his change to Lily. Skittery also empted his pockets to Target.
"Ahh!" shouted Lily, holding her side. Target walked over.
"Hey kid, take it easy! Your Ma's only human," she explained. "Bet you'll be da foist born, little one," said Target to Tig's stomach.
**** (Hides from the flames being thrown at me!) Okay, I'm sorry if ya'll hate me for whatever reason(ex. *Rory*), but PLEASE remember, I didn't write this! And if you DO flame, please be somewhat nice! And if you did happen to like this chapter, thanks!
Ch. 11 Reviews-
my dog ate my penname: Thank you!
JustDuck: Haha, good idea with the betrothal! I never thought about that until you said something! Yes, I heard about the whole living thing before and...yeah, we'll just stop there and not go into Skit and Mush! LOL
Ch.12 Reviews:
my dog ate my penname: Yes, pregnant! Thank you, though I thought you guys would have caught on, unless it wasn't as hinty(is that a word?) as I thought!
JustDuck: Ah, the flames! I'm burnt! I was about to change the whole name thing, too, but ended up not(as you can tell). I figured you would have said something, but I was in a rush that day and ended up posting the chapter without changing, so I am deeply sorry! Yes, I noticed that it went fast, but I can't help it, I didn't write it! Kris, I think, apologizes, too, and we're both sorry you had to take so much asprin!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
December 24, 1900. 7:00 p.m.
Christmas quickly rolled around and the Newsies weren't as bad off as they used to be. They always had an extra handful of change in their pockets and food to eat. The Newsies had grown, as well as the girls stomachs.
The group sat in Tibby's as the snow fell outside. It was like a Winter Wonderland and everyone was happy. They were all so jolly, having the Spirit of Christmas in them. Tibby's was decorated in red and green tinsel and a small Christmas Tree stood in the cozy corner of the room.
Everyone sat at a large table in the center of Tibby's. Lily and Target sat side-by-side, Mush and Skittery on the opposite sides of them. Jack and Shortcake sat across the table. Everyone else was randomly scattered about the room. Lily and Marie were ravenously eating their turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy. Jack and Rory stared at them.
"So...ah... how far along are ya?" Jack asked.
"Five months, three weeks, one day," they explained without looking up from their dinner.
"Okay den," Jack spoke sarcastically and continued eating.
December 24, 1900. 10:00 p.m.
The Newsies sat in Tibby's singing carol and drinking eggnog.
"Wish me luck!" Skittery requested from Lily.
"Good luck, Jones," she replied, rubbing her tummy. Skittery slowly walked up to his love, butterflies in his stomach.
"Marie, can I'se talk ta you'se...in private?" he asked, his voice giving a small quiver.
"Sure," she answered, setting her drink down on the table. "I'll grab my coat."
"I'se got it," Skit said, handing it to her. They walked outside.
The air was cool and clean. Pure white snowflakes slowly fell. The couple strolled through the park, circled around and headed back to Tibby's without saying a word.
"Is everything okay?" asked Target, full of concern.
"Yeah, yeah everything's fine, 'specially now wit da baby comin' and everthin'. Nah, it's great but, ah...shouldn't da baby have a fadda?" he asked.
"Skitty-Boy, she does have a fadda; you'se," she explained softly.
"Nah, I'se mean...a real fadda. Dat's what I'se wanted ta talk ta you'se 'bout," he said, putting a strong arm around her waist, stopping her in the middle of the street. "You'se is all I'se eva wanted, you'se is da world ta me. Woids can't express da way I'se feel 'bout you'se. You'se is a rose among thorns and I'se wants ta spend da rest of me life wit you'se." He looked deep into her soft gray eyes, then he bent down on one knee. Target's heart skipped a beat. "Marie McCoy, will you'se marry me?" he asked, holding her hands. She began to cry tears of joy. Skittery's heart also jumped for fear of rejection. He got up off of the snowy sidewalk. Target placed her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer,
"Absolutely," she whispered and kissed his soft lips. The snow began to fall again as they held eachother tightly in the streets of New York
December 24, 1900. 11:00p.m.
The couple walked back into the warm and cozy Tibby's. Target hung her jacket on the coat rack near the door and sat down between Shortcake and Lily. Target forced a convincing disappointed looked upon her face.
"What's goin' on?" Rory asked concerned. A smile swam across Target's face.
"I'M GETTTING MARRIED!" she giggled and scrunched her nose. At the same time Skittery also said these words. The place roared with excitement. Jack and Rory kissed in the corner. Skittery ran to Target and kissed her and her stomach where her unborn child was.
"Hey, my little Sweet-Pea, don't kill Mommy's bladda, understand?" Skit jokingly asked, placing his ear to his daughter inside.
"You're gonna be a great fadda," said Mush. Skittery got up off the floor.
"Yeah, so are you'se, Meyers, so are you'se," Skittery spat in his palm and extended it toward Mush, who did the same; they shook hands.
"Good luck!" many of the Newsies called out.
"It ain't a matta of luck fellas, you'se just gotta believe," he explained. Skittery began talking with Blink and Bumlets about this whole situation. Moments passed and the restaurant settled down some. He turned back to Target who was sitting in an empty booth watching the snowfall. Skittery quickly walked over to her. She must have not heard him kneel beside her on the booth cushion, for she continued to stare out the window. He slung one arm over the back of the booth and one on the table.
The grandfather clock chimed twelve times; it was midnight. She turned to look at the clock, but instead saw the face of Skittery Jones. He kissed her sweetly.
"Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed, looking into her sparkling eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Skitty-Boy," she answered.
He leaned into kiss her again, when she looked down at her stomach. "Merry Christmas, Sweet-Pea," she said, rubbing it. Skittery stopped himself from the range of motion he was traveling in, before he kissed the top of her head. He backed away and also looked at his unborn child. Leaning down, he whispered, "Merry Christmas," he paused, "Sweet-Pea," and kissed Target's abdomen.
He turned back to Marie. "Is dat gonna be her nickname: Sweet-Pea?" he asked, placing his hand on her over-grown mid section.
"Nah, sounds to wussy. You'se know kids get beat up for havin' wimpy names," she explained in the nicest way she knew how. "You'se neva know, I'se could be wrong; you'se could have a son," Marie clarified, raising an eyebrow.
"A boy, huh?" Skittery asked himself.
"But if it is a goil," Target stated, "I'se'll probably call her Munchkin."
The name was cute in a way, but somehow also sounded like it would demand a lot of respect.
"What's her nickname?" Mush asked as he and Lily sat down across from them.
"Munchkin," they answered.
"Where'd ya come up wit dat one?"
"I'se was readin' a book da odda day, saw da woid, thought it was interestin'," said Target.
"You'se, readin'? Dat's a foist!" Target threw a saltshaker at him.
"Well I'se likes it and it ain't too goily and sounds mischievous and carefree." She looked at Tig then back at Skittery. "Like me," she added.
"Like you'se?" he asked.
"Like me."
"You're gonna turn our goil into a tomboy?"
"Yeah, you'se gotta problem wit dat? She's gotta learn ta defend herself, don't she? Hey, when I'se is through teachin' her how ta fight, Skitty-Boy, she'll be able ta kick anyone's ass!"
"Oh really?" Skit asked jokingly.
"Yeah, really!" Target said, trying to hide her grin. "She'll even kick your ass, Skit!" She then leaned into and kissed her fiancé. In the middle of their kiss, Target shouted, "OWW!!!" She placed her hand to her stomach. "Cause Lord knows she's kickin' mine!" Target inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. Skit tried to comfort her as Mush and Lily watched from across the table. "Skit?" asked Target.
"Yeah?"
"Remember."
"Remember what?"
"We'se is only havin' one kid...for a long while," she explained. Her eyes glanced across the table to Lily. "What about you'se Lil, how's you'se doin' wit your kickin' bundle of joy?" Target asked sarcastically. She finally got situated and took a sip of water.
"We're doing okay," Tig replied.
"Been thinkin' 'bout names?" Target asked, drinking a little more.
"Yeah, but nothing permanant, yet." She looked to Mush then back at Marie. "What about you? Anything so far?"
"Yeah, we'se is thinkin' 'bout da name Evelyn or Corinne, den havin' her middle name be Lily, after her Aunt Lils." She stopped. "Dat is, if it's okay wit you'se!"
Tig looked surprised to have someone named after her.
"Of course it's okay with me! I'd be honored," she explained. "What if it's a boy?" Tig questioned.
"Maybe Jack, after Cowboy over dare," Skit paused. "Geeze, dese kids are gonna have a lot of relatives! Every Newsie in dis room is gonna be an aunt or uncle," he explained. The small group chuckled at his remark. Everyone became silent and somber. "Or James, after me fadda."
Mush and Skittery watched their fiancés massage their stomachs.
"Lils?" asked Target, breaking the tranquil atmosphere. Lily looked up at Target, her eyes soft and calm. "How long before our daughters come?" Target asked.
Lily smiled and said, "Three months, one week, and three days, Marie. Three, one, three," she said, breathing slowly.
Most of the Newsies had gone back to the Lodging House. Jack and Rory were the last to make their way home that wintery night in New York. Instead of going home, they decided to travel to the Vaudeville Theatre on Broome Street and spending the night there.
The Next Morning
"Lily! Target!" Rory shouted as she ran up the Lodging House stairs. "Lily!" She searched frantically. "Target!" The two girls came from their sitting area.
"Rory, sweetie, what is it? What's wrong?" asked Tig, taking Rory's trembling hands. The three of them sat down.
"Shortcake, what's wrong?" asked Target. Rory's breathing returned to normal as she began to explain.
"I'se had sex wit Jack!" she paused and took a deep breath. "We spent last night at da Irving Hall and I'se don't know what's gonna happen wit Jack if I'se would be pregnant." Lily and Marie looked at eachother then back at Rory.
"Hey listen kid, I'll talk ta Jackie-Boy. You just calm yourself down and wipe your eyes," Target explained, wiping a tear from Rory's cheek. Shortcake continued to softly whimper. Target stood up. "Tig, clean her up, please?" she asked. Rory was a nervous mess, shaking and crying.
2:00p.m.
Jack and the boys came home for lunch as Target ever so slowly made her way down the steps. She could see the boys running around in the kitchen. Specs, Blink, and Race walked into the lobby of the Lodging House and saw Marie struggling down the stairs. They put their food down and assisted her.
"You owe me, Rory Bale," she thought to herself.
"You'se okay?" Specs asked, placing Target's arm over his shoulder. Blink was on the other side, doing the same.
"I'se rememba when I'se could come flyin' down dese steps two and three at a time!" Skittery also walked into the lobby and saw the fellas helping Target. "I'se blame you'se!" she hollered and pointed a finger at Skittery. The four finally made their way downstairs. "Thanks fellas," she said. Race bent down to level with Target's belly.
"Hey kid, take it easy! Don't give your mutha a hard time, understand?" Race whispered and kissed her stomach. Target smiled as he walked away.
"We know who her favorite uncle's gonna be," she laughed. "Where's Cowboy, I'se gotta talk to him," she explained, placing her hands on her spine for support as she headed toward the kitchen.
"Why, what's wrong?" Skit questioned, stepping in her path.
"Nuttin' it's just...I'se need ta get a story straight," Target answered and pushed past Skit. She leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hey, Cowboy," she shouted about the crowd. He looked up. "Come heah!" she commanded. He set his plate down on the counter and walked over to her. He slouched down and patted Marie's stomach
"Hey, Munchkin!" he muttered. Target slapped his hand away.
"Shortcake thinks she might be pregnant wit your kid."
He looked embarassed and confused.
"What?" he asked. She pointed a stern finger at his nose, which he tried to bite.
"She's upstairs crying, afraid dat you'se would leave her if she's havin' a baby and she's gonna have ta raise da kid by herself." Jack looked up the stairs, then back to Marie.
"Listen, I'se loves her wit all my heart. I'se would neva even think of leavin' her." He then darted up stairs to talk to Rory. Target walked into the kitchen to visit with the boys. Snoddy came up to her and placed his hand on her stomach.
"Man, can you'se guys touch Tig's gut for a while? I'se ain't da only pregnant goil in dis place!" protested Target. Snoddy had a hurt expression on his face. Marie sighed. "Sorry kid, dese mood swings are killin' me," she explained, kissing his cheek.
"No worries," he replied, kissed her cheek in return and walked away.
A few minutes later, Jack and Shortcake were assisting Lily down the creaky stairs. They were almost at the bottom when Shortcake jokingly asked, "Tig, I'se left me hat upstairs. Can you'se go get it for me?" Tig raised her eyebrows and smacked the back of Rory's head.
"Hey, Lil!" someone called. The three looked up. Target was looking back at them. "You'se gotta stop smackin' people in da head!" They had reached the bottom.
"It's my trademark," she answered back.
"Oww!" Lily and Marie shouted at the same time. Target looked at Tig resting on Rory's shoulder.
"Kidney?" Target asked.
"Kidney," responded Lily. "They're like telling eachother what to do," she finished. Target nodded and agreed, propping herself up on the door handle. Mush walked over and began singing to his daughter. He made it up as he went. Some of the lyrics didn't make sense, but it was entertaining. Target looked at the clock on the wall.
"You guys better get goin' or you'se ain't gonna be able ta sell any papes," she paused as Skittery walked passed, placing his hand on her large stomach. "Speaking of papes, anythin' good today?" she asked.
"It's okay," commented Mush, standing up. "Da story on Spot is gettin' a little slow," he explained, handing some of his change to Lily. Skittery also empted his pockets to Target.
"Ahh!" shouted Lily, holding her side. Target walked over.
"Hey kid, take it easy! Your Ma's only human," she explained. "Bet you'll be da foist born, little one," said Target to Tig's stomach.
**** (Hides from the flames being thrown at me!) Okay, I'm sorry if ya'll hate me for whatever reason(ex. *Rory*), but PLEASE remember, I didn't write this! And if you DO flame, please be somewhat nice! And if you did happen to like this chapter, thanks!
Ch. 11 Reviews-
my dog ate my penname: Thank you!
JustDuck: Haha, good idea with the betrothal! I never thought about that until you said something! Yes, I heard about the whole living thing before and...yeah, we'll just stop there and not go into Skit and Mush! LOL
Ch.12 Reviews:
my dog ate my penname: Yes, pregnant! Thank you, though I thought you guys would have caught on, unless it wasn't as hinty(is that a word?) as I thought!
JustDuck: Ah, the flames! I'm burnt! I was about to change the whole name thing, too, but ended up not(as you can tell). I figured you would have said something, but I was in a rush that day and ended up posting the chapter without changing, so I am deeply sorry! Yes, I noticed that it went fast, but I can't help it, I didn't write it! Kris, I think, apologizes, too, and we're both sorry you had to take so much asprin!