Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, sexual
harassment, attempted rape, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's
discretion is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 2: What A Difference A Day Makes
The weekend finally approached and Brett was excited. Jack had planned on taking her to a restaurant and she waited until the last minute to choose a dress to wear. Brett stood before the full-length mirror placing different dresses in front of her. She couldn't decide which of the three dresses she wanted to wear. She put a royal blue dress up in front of her. Madeline watched off and on as she kept herself busy by playing with her doll.
"Do you like this dress on me, darling?"
"Yes, Mommy."
Brett then put the dress down and picked up a lacy dress that was in style at the time.
"What do you think, Madeline?"
"I like that one, Mommy."
She smiled at her daughter's approval of it. She then picked up a satin, navy blue dress that caught her eye in the window of a department store. "Now, how about this one?"
"I really like that one!"
"You like all of them, sweetie!"
"They all look pretty on you, Mommy."
Brett smiled at her daughter's positive comments. As Brett laid the last dress on the bed next to Madeline, she kept going back and forth in her mind which dress to choose. This lasted for a few minutes when suddenly she was startled by the fingers of her husband.
"Jack! You scared me!" She laughingly said as she slapped him, with their daughter giggling. Jack pulled her to his body and kissed her.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, Jack."
"You shouldn't stand around in your underwear looking like you want some."
"Some of what, Daddy?" Madeline asked. Brett lightly slapped Jack on the shoulder for saying such things in front of the little one. Jack just merely smiled mischievously at her.
"Sweetie, why don't you go downstairs and play with your brothers for a while, huh?"
"Boys are boring!" Madeline exclaimed.
Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. He then gave it to Madeline.
"Okay." She simply said as she departed the master bedroom.
Brett just looked at Jack. "You're bribing your children to get rid of themselves in order to get laid?"
"Better than paying another woman to do the same thing I'm expecting you to do."
Brett just slyly smiled at him. "Point taken."
~
The guys were sitting around the table in the large tavern telling each other of the numerous tales of their family lives. Spot decided to join Jack, Blink, and Racetrack along with Mush and Maddock. Spot and Maddock had become quite close friends ever since Maddock married Meow years ago. The two were like brothers. They worked together and hung out at the bar, mainly Bailly's since Spot's sister owned the place.
Racetrack began bitching about losing a bet last week on a horse that he knew, in his mind, would not lose. Everyone began rolling their eyes as they knew what he was going to say before he even said it. They all put a deaf ear to what he had to say, since his words had been practically committed to memory.
Soon enough, Mush decided to change the subject. "Hey, fellas, I was wondering what I could get for Sprite this year. Our anniversary is coming up and I didn't know what to get her. Any suggestions?"
"How about some red roses?" Maddock recommended.
"Nah, I do that every year. I wanna try something different."
Everybody began thinking about what he could do. Another thought came to mind. "How about a bracelet?" Blink asked. Mush shook his head no.
"Well, you could get her a pearl necklace." Spot suggested.
"I don't know about that. I don't even know if she likes pearls. Besides, how can I make that romantic? Aren't pearls for old ladies?"
"I have an idea about that." Jack interjected. "You can buy her a gold chain and buy a separate pearl for all of the years that you have been married and add a pearl for each additional year you have been married."
Everyone's eyes widened at his suggestion. "Good thinking, Jack. That's a great idea. I never knew you were so romantic."
"Well, when you're married to someone like Brett, it just comes naturally, ya know."
Everyone snickered at his mushy comment. "Well, I think my idea sounds da best. Go for it, Mush." Mush smiled.
"And then when she cries tears of joy, you can jump on her bones!" Racetrack exclaimed.
Everybody laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. Blink pulled out a switchblade from the back of his pocket. "Race, I ought to toss this between the crack of you ass!"
"I'd like ta see ya try it, ya bum!"
The guys carried on like that throughout the night as usual. In the meantime, all of their wives were carrying on the motherly business of tending to their children. Jack wondered in the midst of all of the camaraderie what Brett was up to
~
Walking through the Manhattan marketplace, Brett came across many of the vendors who were ready and willing to sell their merchandise. Brett really didn't need anything in particular, except a breath of fresh air. She just wanted to spend some quality time with her youngest son. Meade and Madeline were in school and she didn't have to meet up with them for another couple of hours and decided to kill some time.
Brent continued running through the host of buyers and sellers in the street when she had to tell him repeatedly to watch out for the oncoming carriages and such.
"Hello, Brett." A familiar voice said to her. Looking confused, she turned around to meet the face of someone she had never thought she would ever see again. She stood there spellbound at the sight of him.
Much of him hadn't changed. She saw that he was still handsome; possessing the same suave attractiveness that drew her to him years ago. Braden Luigi Martinez Farrell had shown up in her presence. His dark hair was inherited from his mother, being that she was a Spanish immigrant. His father was half Irish and half Italian and he took from him his muscular build and fiery temper. That temper was all too well-known to Brett as she recalled the terrible event that scarred her for life. He slowly strolled towards her, keeping his eyes fixed on hers.
"Aren't you going to say hello to me?"
"No." she simply said.
"Well, that's not a good way to talk to the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with."
His impudent behavior made her see red. It was bad enough that he was in her presence, but did he also have to be there when she had a child with her. Her heart was beating a million times a minute. Her blood pressure was rising as well.
Unknowingly, she did not here her son trying to grasp her attention. "Mommy, can we get some taffy before we go home? Can we, please, can we?"
Brett was a little unnerved by Braden's presence in front of her son. She nervously knelt down and whispered to him. "In a minute, dear, I just have to talk to someone. Just stay close, alright."
"Alright." Brent skipped around and played as Brett turned her attentions back to her old flame. He stood there smirking as he now saw that she was a mother. Braden's eyes then fell onto Brent once again, who was busy playing with his favorite toy that he took with him wherever he went. He immediately took notice of the stark contrast between the appearance of the dark blonde, fair-skinned Brent and his dark-haired, tawny-skinned mother.
"Tell me, what is your husband?"
"A human being." Brett sarcastically retorted.
"I mean what's his ethnic background?"
"He's Irish."
"Oh, that explains it."
"Yes. And...."
Braden smirked. "So, you're spreading your legs to Irishmen now, are ya? He must've been laying the pipe right in order for you to get married and knocked up by him. After all, I even made you scream my name once upon a time."
Brett glared at him in disgust at his bragging of their sexual history together. She would rather not remember those times; being that it happened a long time ago and she had no interest in keeping them in her psyche.
Braden continued to provoke her. He walked around her in small circles, checking her out and being quite pleased that she was still attractive and well taken care of. By the looks of her attire, she had climbed up a few notches in the socio-economic department.
"So, what does your husband do for a living?"
"That's none of your business."
Braden simply smirked. "I'm just merely trying to make small talk. It's not every day you run into someone that you got wet between the sheets with."
"Look! My son is nearby, along with other kids, and I would appreciate it if you didn't say such things in their presence."
Braden plainly held his hands up mock defenselessness and bowed his head in agreement. His eyes raked up and down her body. Sensing her discomfort, he decided to speak up.
"You still look good, you know. I didn't think you could look better, but you do."
In a quick haste, Brett grabbed her son's hand and proceeded to leave. "Come on, sweetie. We're going."
"Bye, bye, mister." Brent said, waving to the man that was annoying his mother. As Brett turned around briefly, Braden gave her a quick wink. Turning around in abhorrence, she snapped her head around front and quickly sprinted away, leaving her nuisance in the distance.
"Who was that man, Mommy?"
"That was nobody, son. Absolutely nobody."
~
That night, Brett and Jack made mad, passionate love to each other. Jack was pleasantly surprised that Brett was more zealous in the bedroom than normal. He didn't know what possessed her to initiate sex to him that night but he was not complaining.
He looked over at Brett who was sleeping quite contently beside him. He felt quite fortunate to be married to such a loving wife. She was superior in her motherly ways as well as in her duties as a spouse.
Pulling her closer to him, he gently kissed her on her head. He was very happy to have someone like Brett in his life. After all of the drama he had faced in the past with other women, he was finally free of romantic- altering commotion. This woman sleeping with him was his and no others. He then trailed off to sleep.
Little did he know, Brett was not sleeping. She just merely rested her eyes. She needed someone to make he feel good and he did just that. Seeing nothing but the darkness before her, she took in all what had happened that very same day. She was nervous as hell; he stomach was in knots, twisting and turning like a roller coaster within her. She did not want to tell Jack about her encounter with Braden. She would take it to the grave if she could. After all, what Jack didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Would it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 2: What A Difference A Day Makes
The weekend finally approached and Brett was excited. Jack had planned on taking her to a restaurant and she waited until the last minute to choose a dress to wear. Brett stood before the full-length mirror placing different dresses in front of her. She couldn't decide which of the three dresses she wanted to wear. She put a royal blue dress up in front of her. Madeline watched off and on as she kept herself busy by playing with her doll.
"Do you like this dress on me, darling?"
"Yes, Mommy."
Brett then put the dress down and picked up a lacy dress that was in style at the time.
"What do you think, Madeline?"
"I like that one, Mommy."
She smiled at her daughter's approval of it. She then picked up a satin, navy blue dress that caught her eye in the window of a department store. "Now, how about this one?"
"I really like that one!"
"You like all of them, sweetie!"
"They all look pretty on you, Mommy."
Brett smiled at her daughter's positive comments. As Brett laid the last dress on the bed next to Madeline, she kept going back and forth in her mind which dress to choose. This lasted for a few minutes when suddenly she was startled by the fingers of her husband.
"Jack! You scared me!" She laughingly said as she slapped him, with their daughter giggling. Jack pulled her to his body and kissed her.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, Jack."
"You shouldn't stand around in your underwear looking like you want some."
"Some of what, Daddy?" Madeline asked. Brett lightly slapped Jack on the shoulder for saying such things in front of the little one. Jack just merely smiled mischievously at her.
"Sweetie, why don't you go downstairs and play with your brothers for a while, huh?"
"Boys are boring!" Madeline exclaimed.
Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. He then gave it to Madeline.
"Okay." She simply said as she departed the master bedroom.
Brett just looked at Jack. "You're bribing your children to get rid of themselves in order to get laid?"
"Better than paying another woman to do the same thing I'm expecting you to do."
Brett just slyly smiled at him. "Point taken."
~
The guys were sitting around the table in the large tavern telling each other of the numerous tales of their family lives. Spot decided to join Jack, Blink, and Racetrack along with Mush and Maddock. Spot and Maddock had become quite close friends ever since Maddock married Meow years ago. The two were like brothers. They worked together and hung out at the bar, mainly Bailly's since Spot's sister owned the place.
Racetrack began bitching about losing a bet last week on a horse that he knew, in his mind, would not lose. Everyone began rolling their eyes as they knew what he was going to say before he even said it. They all put a deaf ear to what he had to say, since his words had been practically committed to memory.
Soon enough, Mush decided to change the subject. "Hey, fellas, I was wondering what I could get for Sprite this year. Our anniversary is coming up and I didn't know what to get her. Any suggestions?"
"How about some red roses?" Maddock recommended.
"Nah, I do that every year. I wanna try something different."
Everybody began thinking about what he could do. Another thought came to mind. "How about a bracelet?" Blink asked. Mush shook his head no.
"Well, you could get her a pearl necklace." Spot suggested.
"I don't know about that. I don't even know if she likes pearls. Besides, how can I make that romantic? Aren't pearls for old ladies?"
"I have an idea about that." Jack interjected. "You can buy her a gold chain and buy a separate pearl for all of the years that you have been married and add a pearl for each additional year you have been married."
Everyone's eyes widened at his suggestion. "Good thinking, Jack. That's a great idea. I never knew you were so romantic."
"Well, when you're married to someone like Brett, it just comes naturally, ya know."
Everyone snickered at his mushy comment. "Well, I think my idea sounds da best. Go for it, Mush." Mush smiled.
"And then when she cries tears of joy, you can jump on her bones!" Racetrack exclaimed.
Everybody laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. Blink pulled out a switchblade from the back of his pocket. "Race, I ought to toss this between the crack of you ass!"
"I'd like ta see ya try it, ya bum!"
The guys carried on like that throughout the night as usual. In the meantime, all of their wives were carrying on the motherly business of tending to their children. Jack wondered in the midst of all of the camaraderie what Brett was up to
~
Walking through the Manhattan marketplace, Brett came across many of the vendors who were ready and willing to sell their merchandise. Brett really didn't need anything in particular, except a breath of fresh air. She just wanted to spend some quality time with her youngest son. Meade and Madeline were in school and she didn't have to meet up with them for another couple of hours and decided to kill some time.
Brent continued running through the host of buyers and sellers in the street when she had to tell him repeatedly to watch out for the oncoming carriages and such.
"Hello, Brett." A familiar voice said to her. Looking confused, she turned around to meet the face of someone she had never thought she would ever see again. She stood there spellbound at the sight of him.
Much of him hadn't changed. She saw that he was still handsome; possessing the same suave attractiveness that drew her to him years ago. Braden Luigi Martinez Farrell had shown up in her presence. His dark hair was inherited from his mother, being that she was a Spanish immigrant. His father was half Irish and half Italian and he took from him his muscular build and fiery temper. That temper was all too well-known to Brett as she recalled the terrible event that scarred her for life. He slowly strolled towards her, keeping his eyes fixed on hers.
"Aren't you going to say hello to me?"
"No." she simply said.
"Well, that's not a good way to talk to the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with."
His impudent behavior made her see red. It was bad enough that he was in her presence, but did he also have to be there when she had a child with her. Her heart was beating a million times a minute. Her blood pressure was rising as well.
Unknowingly, she did not here her son trying to grasp her attention. "Mommy, can we get some taffy before we go home? Can we, please, can we?"
Brett was a little unnerved by Braden's presence in front of her son. She nervously knelt down and whispered to him. "In a minute, dear, I just have to talk to someone. Just stay close, alright."
"Alright." Brent skipped around and played as Brett turned her attentions back to her old flame. He stood there smirking as he now saw that she was a mother. Braden's eyes then fell onto Brent once again, who was busy playing with his favorite toy that he took with him wherever he went. He immediately took notice of the stark contrast between the appearance of the dark blonde, fair-skinned Brent and his dark-haired, tawny-skinned mother.
"Tell me, what is your husband?"
"A human being." Brett sarcastically retorted.
"I mean what's his ethnic background?"
"He's Irish."
"Oh, that explains it."
"Yes. And...."
Braden smirked. "So, you're spreading your legs to Irishmen now, are ya? He must've been laying the pipe right in order for you to get married and knocked up by him. After all, I even made you scream my name once upon a time."
Brett glared at him in disgust at his bragging of their sexual history together. She would rather not remember those times; being that it happened a long time ago and she had no interest in keeping them in her psyche.
Braden continued to provoke her. He walked around her in small circles, checking her out and being quite pleased that she was still attractive and well taken care of. By the looks of her attire, she had climbed up a few notches in the socio-economic department.
"So, what does your husband do for a living?"
"That's none of your business."
Braden simply smirked. "I'm just merely trying to make small talk. It's not every day you run into someone that you got wet between the sheets with."
"Look! My son is nearby, along with other kids, and I would appreciate it if you didn't say such things in their presence."
Braden plainly held his hands up mock defenselessness and bowed his head in agreement. His eyes raked up and down her body. Sensing her discomfort, he decided to speak up.
"You still look good, you know. I didn't think you could look better, but you do."
In a quick haste, Brett grabbed her son's hand and proceeded to leave. "Come on, sweetie. We're going."
"Bye, bye, mister." Brent said, waving to the man that was annoying his mother. As Brett turned around briefly, Braden gave her a quick wink. Turning around in abhorrence, she snapped her head around front and quickly sprinted away, leaving her nuisance in the distance.
"Who was that man, Mommy?"
"That was nobody, son. Absolutely nobody."
~
That night, Brett and Jack made mad, passionate love to each other. Jack was pleasantly surprised that Brett was more zealous in the bedroom than normal. He didn't know what possessed her to initiate sex to him that night but he was not complaining.
He looked over at Brett who was sleeping quite contently beside him. He felt quite fortunate to be married to such a loving wife. She was superior in her motherly ways as well as in her duties as a spouse.
Pulling her closer to him, he gently kissed her on her head. He was very happy to have someone like Brett in his life. After all of the drama he had faced in the past with other women, he was finally free of romantic- altering commotion. This woman sleeping with him was his and no others. He then trailed off to sleep.
Little did he know, Brett was not sleeping. She just merely rested her eyes. She needed someone to make he feel good and he did just that. Seeing nothing but the darkness before her, she took in all what had happened that very same day. She was nervous as hell; he stomach was in knots, twisting and turning like a roller coaster within her. She did not want to tell Jack about her encounter with Braden. She would take it to the grave if she could. After all, what Jack didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Would it?