Author note: Ah, my computer desk is back to normal now, and I can now type a longer chapter – maybe.

After about a week or two, I began to get back into my regular "mind." I was thinking clearer, but I was still a bit…weird about where I was.

I would still ask Spot from time to time where I was, and he'd patiently answer me. He was still apologizing about the fight we had, and he was really guilty about not coming to me when I called him that night.

"Spot, I'm fine!" I told him as I stood up from the couch in the living room.

"But-"

"I'm only going to get something to drink! I'm not going to get hurt!" I told him as I walked into the wall. Spot burst out laughing. "Hey, who put this wall here?"

"Seems like yer still out of it," Spot said.

"Shut up!" I told him as I left the living room. I walked into the kitchen, Cookie at my feet. I grabbed a cup of water and slowly drank it. I sighed deeply and leaned against the counter.

Cookie laid her head on my feet and whined, begging for attention.

"Spot!" I called.

"Lodgin House!" he called back, knowing what I was going to ask. I smiled slightly and bent down, petting Cookie's head. I had seen little of the Manhattaners, and we even got a new edition to the girl's, and one to the boy's newsies.

Cana and Sly. Cana got her name, because she was always saying: "Can I?" And even though she drove Spot crazy, he had a soft spot for the eight year old. And then there was Sly, her seven year old brother, who was every ounce of his name.

I put the cup of water away and walked back into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. It was getting late, and I was getting tired. My sleeping pattern changed completely, and Dr. Grey explained how that was one of the symptoms of a temporary brain concussion. I slept more during the day, and stayed up most of the night, dozing in and out.

I hated it; I hated that I hit my head, but I was thankful that Spot was okay. I wonder what would've happened to Spot if I had never shown up. The same thing in my dream probably.

"Ha, full house, fellas!" Dice announced, sitting at the usual poker table. Spot sent him a glare and rolled his eyes.

"Spot!" a curly brown haired girl squeaked, popping up beside Spot out of nowhere.

"Hey," Spot said dully.

"Can I play?" she asked.

"No," Spot said.

"Can I play?" she asked again.

"No."

"Can I play?"

"No."

"You have a bad hand," she told him.

"Huh?" Spot asked. Cana giggled and climbed up in Spot's lap.

"C'mon boys, who wants ta lose?" she asked the newsies. The guys gave each other odd looks and shrugged. Sly rolled his eyes as he sat in the corner, playing marbles with the other younger children. I laughed as Spot tilted his head, giving Cana an odd/adored look.

"Cana, youse can't play," he told her.

"Please?" Cana asked, using her big brown puppy dog eyes. Spot blinked a few times, giving in to her cuteness.

"Fine," he sighed, giving up. Cana grinned and turned back to the game. Cana may have looked as if she had a little crush on Spot, but really she was head over hills for Skip. He was always around her, playing little games, or selling papes.

"Hey Spot," I said.

"Lodgin House," everybody in the room said in unison.

"I know you bums! I'm just going upstairs!" Everyone shrugged as Cana won the first poker game. I gave Cana a small smile before heading upstairs. That kid was adorable!

I walked into Spot's room and sighed, instantly falling asleep once I laid on the bed.

Weeks flew by rapidly, and I spent most of my time with Scout and Race. And for some odd reason, my mood has been changing wildly, and I kept throwing up.

It had been six weeks since my fall, and I was getting better and better. Scout and Race were worried about my throwing up, and insisted I see Dr. Grey. I wouldn't even tell Spot about it, so why would I talk to Dr. Grey?

Against my will, Scout and Race dragged me to Dr. Grey's office.

"There isn't anything wrong with me!" I told them as Dr. Grey escorted us into a room. I sat down on a tall stool.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Grey asked.

"She's got mood changes, and been throwin up," Scout told him.

"Ah, I see," Dr. Grey said, using his stethoscope to hear my heartbeat. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. "Any other symptoms? Have you missed a cycle?" I raised my eyebrows and leaned back.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah I have."

"Well Miss Matthews, I believe you might be pregnant." Race's mouth dropped open.

"It ain't mine!" Race said, holding his hands up. The color in my face flushed, and I stared wide eyed at Dr. Grey.

"What?" Scout nearly screamed. "Who's?" she asked me, her eyes wide as well.

"Now we aren't for certain. She could just be sick," Dr. Grey said.

"Well, I'll show ya a technique my mama taught me," Race said, walking up in front of me. "If ya knock on 'er stomach and hear a knock back, den there's a baby in there." Race then knocked on my stomach and pressed his ear to it. Scout rolled her eyes and knocked on the wall.

"I heard somethin!" Race exclaimed. Scout laughed as Race knocked again, and Scout once again knocked on the wall.

"Stop it!" I told Race, pushing him slightly. "I'm not pregnant!"

"Well, if youse are, den who's will it be?" I glanced around the room.

"Nobody's," I said.

"Whoa, youse got pregnant on yer own?" Race asked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"It's Spot's, ain't it?" Scout said. I looked down at my hands and nodded.

"But I'm not-"

"I think youse are," Scout interrupted me. I bit my lip.

"Don't tell Spot…not yet." Scout nodded as Race picked up one of Dr. Grey's tools.

"Hey, what's dis?" he asked, playing with a sharp object.

"Ah, don't touch that!" Dr. Grey said, yanking the object away from Race. "Now Sage, come back in, oh say, two months, and we'll check up you." I nodded and stepped down from the stool and walked out of Dr. Grey's office.

"Wow, I'm gonna be an aunt!" Scout said, punching the air. Race laughed.

"And I'm gonna be…hey, wait, I ain't gonna be nothin." Scout laughed and looked at me, noticing my still shocked face.

"Aw, c'mon Sage, it ain't dat bad."

"It's worse than bad!" I said, throwing my hands into the air. "I'm carrying Spot's baby – or I might be – and he doesn't even know!" Scout sighed and linked arms with me, and then Race.

"Don't worry," she said. "Race and I'll take care of ya."

"Oh God, I'll be drunk by tonight," I joked. Scout and Race walked me back to the Lodging House, picking at each other from time to time. I slowly bid them a farewell as I walked into the Lodging House, my mind spinning.

I'm not pregnant. There was no way in hell that I was pregnant. It was just one time; one time!

"Where did youse go?" Spot asked as he walked out of the living room.

"Out with Scout and Race," I said truthfully.

"Again?" Spot asked.

"Yeah," I said, walking past him and into the living room.

"Spot, can I go jump on yer bed?" Cana asked out of nowhere.

"No!" Spot said as he followed me. Sly was at her side, rolling his eyes.

"Can I, can I, can I?" she asked over and over again.

"Go…jump on Skip's bed!" Spot told her, pointing upstairs.

"Okay!" Cana grabbed her brother's hand and ran up the stairs. I sighed and slowly sat down on the couch, massaging my temples.

I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant, I'm not pregnant…Spot sat beside me, staring down at me. I remembered that just a few days ago he had turned nineteen, and I glanced down at the present I gave him, around his neck.

I got him another key, but this key was to something even better, that he didn't even know about it. I was wondering when he'd ask what it was for, but he never did.

The truth was, I bought us an apartment for after we get "married." I gave Spot the key, and he didn't seem to care too much for what it was to. But it was okay, though. I didn't want us to move in just yet.

"Youse okay?" Spot asked, looking at me worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told him. I closed my eyes and yawned slightly, still trying to change my sleeping pattern.

"Ya sure?"

"I'm fine!" I nearly yelled. Damn, another one of those mood swings. Spot furrowed his eyebrows, hurt in his eyes. "Sorry," I said, looking to the ground.

"It's okay," Spot shrugged.

"No it's not…nothing is okay." I then made Spot face me, and I pressed my lips lovingly to his. In a matter of seconds we parted, and Spot sighed. He rose from the couch, pulling me up with him.

"Sage, everythin will be okay. Youse seem so…stressed. I jus' want ta say dat I love ya, but I don't think dat's da only way I can show it." Spot then took my hand in his and got down on one knee, and pulled a box out of his back pocket.

I felt my heart leap into my throat as he opened the box.

"Will youse marry me?"

Next Chapter: There is a wedding to plan…a big wedding!

Author note: I know, a cheesy/stupid chapter, but I had to put that in there. So, hope ya liked it! LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE…AND SCOUT AND JACK AND RACE!