Author note: Ello everyone, what's new? Well, here's this chapter! I lost track of what month it was, so…we'll just start where I say we start!
I stared down at Spot and bit my lip, smiling slightly.
"Uh, Sage, my knee hoits. Can ya go ahead and say yes?" Spot asked. I glanced around the room, ready to cry.
"Don't you think we're taking this too fast?" I asked. Spot furrowed his eyebrows and stood up.
"You don't wanna marry me, do ya?" he asked.
"Oh, you know I do, Spot! But…But…" I couldn't come up with one reason not to marry Spot, and I closed my eyes. "Yes, Spot Conlon…I will marry you." Spot grinned and pulled me into a hug. He then pulled away and slipped the ring onto my finger. How he afforded it, I do not know. Spot then kissed me lightly.
I then felt the color in my face flush as I remembered the baby I may be carrying, and stepped away from Spot.
"Youse okay?" he asked, looking worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, feeling my heart sink. Spot shrugged,
"Well…what do we do now?"
"I don't know…I've never gotten married." Spot chuckled and shook his head.
"Maybe youse should talk ta Scout. She knows everythin." I smiled slightly, and nodded.
"Good idea."
"Dis ain't gonna be big, is it?" Spot asked. "The wedding, I mean?"
"Of course it's going to be big! Besides, why not have a big wedding when your fiancé has a lot of money?" Spot shrugged, and smirked.
"Whatever youse say Sage. Whatever youse say."
The next morning I went over to Manhattan to have a talk with my future sister-in-law. The old Manhattan Lodging House was already rebuilt, unlike the Brooklyn one.
"Hey," Jack greeted me as I entered the Lodging House.
"Scout here?" I asked, biting my lip. Jack pointed to upstairs and I quickly sped by him, skipping steps to get to the top. I entered Scout's room and found her lying on her bed, reading.
She looked over at me and grinned.
"Hey person carrying my brother's child," she greeted me.
"Shh!" I said, my fingers over my lips. "I don't want anyone to know!" Scout grinned and closed her book, laying it down on the nightstand beside her.
"Why ya here eoily?" she asked.
"I have to tell you something important," I said, pacing the room. "Yesterday, Spot proposed."
"Proposed what?" Scout asked.
"To me! He proposed to me!" I told her, showing her the ring on my finger. Scout gasped.
"Youse mean we get ta be sis-in-laws?" she practically screamed.
"Shh!" I said again. "Spot told me to come to you for help. I don't know what to do. How do we start off with…wedding stuff?" Scout laughed and stood to her feet.
"I love weddings! First, we need ta come up with a date!"
"Uh…maybe we should have Spot here," I told her. Scout nodded.
"Yer right. I'll get someone right on dat." Scout and I walked out into the hallway as she told one of the Manhattaners to go over to Brooklyn and tell Spot to get his engaged ass down here. Of course the kid didn't understand what Scout was talking about, but he did it anyways.
"Jack, Race! Come here!" Scout screamed. I sighed as she pulled me into the main room and made me sit on the couch. Jack and Race soon appeared and gave Scout questioning looks.
"What is it?" Jack asked.
"Sage and Spot are gettin married!" Scout told them. The two boys blinked confusedly.
"Wait, did ya tell 'im youse were pregnant?" Race asked.
"Sage is pregnant?" Jack screamed. I smacked my forehead, as Scout smacked Race in the back of the head.
"Youse idiot. O'course Spot don't know. Jack didn't know either!"
"It's okay," I said. "Race didn't mean to blurt it out." Race nodded,
"Yeah, I didn't mean to! Wait, youse is gettin married?" Once again, Scout smacked Race in the back of the head.
Just as we all got settled, ready to talk things over, the front door opened.
"Which one of youse bums sent for me?" Spot asked.
"Race did it!" Scout screamed, pointing to Race.
"Katie did it!" Race screamed, pointing to Jack. Jack rolled his eyes as Spot walked into the room, plopping down beside Jack, opposite me. Spot leaned back in the couch and put on a blank face.
"So, we need ta get ta woik on dis weddin," Scout announced. "Foist, we need a date." She looked from me and Spot.
"Well, today is August twenty-fifth," I shrugged.
"I got it!" Scout said. "September twenty-seventh! It's poifect!" I looked over at Spot, who merely shrugged.
"Dat's fine with me," he said boredly, playing with the tip of his cane. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and watched as Scout quickly scribbled down on a piece of paper.
"Okay, now we need bridesmaids and groomsman!" she said. I furrowed my eyebrows. That never crossed my mind. I sat Indian style and stared at Spot.
"I dunno!" Spot said. "Jackie-boy, Spark, Race, Splinter and Dice." Scout quickly wrote that down and looked up at me.
"Uh…" I said. "Scout…Poet…" I bit my lip. "Mindy, Butterfly and Earth?" Scout wrote that down and nodded.
"Okay, flower goil? Ring bearer?"
"Cana," Spot quickly said.
"And Les!" I said after that.
For the rest of the morning we sat there planning our wedding, and even had Medda come over to help. She was very exited about the wedding, and made many great suggestions. The good thing was I could afford it, because I had a lot of money.
"Okay, let's see…tomorrow, we'll go out and buy youse a weddin dress…and Spot can go with his boys for da tuxes," Scout said. I nodded and bid everyone farewell, following Spot back to Brooklyn.
"Hey Spot?" I said, as we walked over the bridge. I guess it was right for him to know about the baby since it is his.
"Hmmm?" he asked, swinging our hands.
"I, uh…I'm…never mind." Damn my cowardness! Spot shrugged as we made our way back to Brooklyn. There, we told everyone about the engagement, and all of my girls squealed in excitement, telling me how lucky I was.
We had already concluded that Wades would do the honors of walking me down the aisle.
The next morning I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway and into the washroom. I leaned over the toilet and threw up whatever it was in my stomach. I was surprised that I was still throwing up actually, since I didn't eat a lot.
"I'm pregnant," I whispered to myself as I walked out of the washroom and into the hallway. If Spot knew about this, then he'd shove food down my throat.
I walked back into Spot's room, and saw that he was awake.
"Why do youse keep doin dat?" he asked.
"Doing what?" I asked, shutting his door.
"Running outta da room in da mornin. Why do ya do it?" I stared at Spot, and licked at the dryness of my lips.
"No reason," I lied.
"C'mon, Sage. Youse gotta tell me what's goin on; we's is gettin married."
"I…I'm…" I didn't know how to say it. Spot, I'm pregnant! Why couldn't it be as easy as that?
"Yer what? Tired of sharin a room with me?" I remembered the day I moved all of my stuff into Spot's room, calling it my own.
"No," I said.
"Den what is it?" Spot asked. An idea then popped into my head.
"I'll only tell you if you come to Manhattan with me today." Spot shrugged,
"Sure," he said.
And we did eventually go to Manhattan that day. I explained to Scout, Jack, and Race about how I wanted to give Spot hints, and told them of my plan.
Spot sat on the couch in the main room of the Manhattan Lodging House, waiting for me to talk.
"Okay, Spot…I'm going to give you some clues." I then turned around and watched as Scout and Jack entered the room. "Come on out, Race!" I called.
Race crawled into the room, wearing nothing but a diaper, repeating: "Goo goo, ga ga." Spot put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Race then crawled over to Jack and Scout.
"Mommy, daddy!" he said in his baby voice. Scout's face turned red from holding in her laughter.
"So?" I said, looking at Spot. Spot had a murderous look on his face, staring at Jack and Scout.
"Yer pregnant?" he yelled at Scout.
"I am?" she asked, looking around. I smacked my forehead and shook my head.
"Whoa, Spot…Scout ain't pregnant," Jack said, holding up his hands. Spot eased down.
"Den Race is pregnant?" he asked.
"Hey, I'm only playin da baby here!" Race said. Spot then turned to me.
"What in da hell is dis? Some fucked up play?"
"Nah, Jack is pregnant," Scout joked. Spot rolled his eyes,
"Sage, I ain't followin," he said. I sighed. "Scout, if youse are pregnant-"
"Scout isn't the pregnant one!" I yelled. Spot stopped and looked at me oddly.
"What?" he asked.
"I am," I said in a short whisper.
Next Chapter: The wedding is coming, and Sage is pregnant!
Author note: I am so tired! So…bye! LONG LIVE SPOT, SAGE, SCOUT, JACK AND RACE!