Author note: Okay, so…here's this chapter.

Spot stared at me for a long period of time.

"Yer what?" he finally asked. Before I had the time to say anything, Blink walked by the room, and did a double take. He stared down at Race, and then looked at us.

"Yer a bunch of confused people," he said before leaving. Scout grinned and patted Race's head. I looked at Spot and licked at my lips.

"Sage," Spot said. "Is dis some kinda joke?"

"No," I said. "I'm pregnant."

"How did this happen?" Spot suddenly screamed.

"Well, Spot, youse see, when two people are in love-" Jack quickly covered up Scout's mouth and grinned. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip, feeling my stomach turn. Spot was going to abandon me, I just know it.

Spot sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

"I can't do dis," Spot whispered into his hands. I furrowed my eyebrows, and my eyes locked on Spot. "I can't go through dis…" Scout sent Jack a worried look, and Race got to his feet.

"What youse sayin, Spot?" Jack asked. I wiped at a tear that escaped my eye and watched as Spot got to his feet, staring intently at me. Without saying a word he swiftly walked past me and out the front door, slamming it behind him.

I slid down the wall to a sitting position and hid my face in my knees, letting my tears finally fall.

Oh dear God, I said in my head. Please let this be a dream…

"Don't worry, Sage," Scout said. "He won't leave youse like dis."

"Yeah…he's gotta have some kind of common sense," Jack said.

"I'm hungry," Race finally spoke up. Scout and Jack sent Race a "you're so stupid" look. I wiped my eyes and lifted my head.

"Everything is ruined," I said in a raspy voice. Before anybody could get a word in, I rose from the floor and left the Lodging House, not sure where I was going.

I swiftly walked through the crowded streets, trying to get away from life. I slipped through people easily, trying to keep out of sight of everybody.

Everything was just a mess of confusion, and I hated it. I held in the urge to break down, and succeeded in the least.

I walked back over the bridge, and quickly walked to the docks where Spot first gave me my promise ring. I sat down on the edge of the dock and hugged my knees to my chest, finally letting my million tears fall.

Spot didn't want this baby, and now he probably doesn't want to marry me. Well, that's two things he doesn't want.

I rested my head on my knees and stared down at the water.

"I hate my life," I whispered silently, watching as a bird landed but a few feet away from me. I wiped my eyes, but that didn't stop the flow of tears.

The look in Spot's eyes stayed with me. Maybe I should just leave…go back to California and raise this child that I'm not ready for.

I then heard footsteps on the docks and felt someone sit beside me.

"Hey," Spot greeted me. I said nothing and kept staring at the water. The bird swiftly flew away, leaving awkwardness behind.

"Sage," Spot said, touching my arm. I closed my eyes which caused tears to trickle down my cheeks.

"What do you want?" I asked, never looking at him.

"I can't do dis," he said to me. "I ain't ready to raise a kid." I sighed and rose to my feet.

"Yeah, I get it!" I snapped. "I'll leave Brooklyn and take care of the problem on my own so you can pretend this never happened!" I then started to leave, but Spot jumped to his feet and grabbed my arm.

"But I'm gonna do it anyways," Spot said to me. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I can't believe dat dis is happenin," Spot told me.

"Me too," I said awkwardly. Spot smiled slightly and took in a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

For the next two weeks everything came as a blur. I had already picked out my wedding dress, which had thin straps, and flowed over my feet. It was very pretty, and I fell in love with it the first time I saw it. Ah, love at first sight.

Scout had so graciously picked out my bridesmaid dresses. They were light blue dresses with no straps.

Spot had been taking good care of me. He was doing a wonderful job at shoving food down my throat. He was always making sure I was being careful going up and down the stairs. I didn't even have a pregnant stomach yet and he was still cautious!

I had finally gotten away from Spot on the twentieth of September. I plopped down on the couch and sighed deeply.

I wouldn't be surprised if every person in Brooklyn knew about my pregnancy and coming up wedding.

Our wedding was going to be in a church in Brooklyn, and the reception was going to be at some building in which we rented out. Wades and Medda had invited many of their adult friends, and I was surprised that Spot had adult friends to invite as well.

I still didn't have a stomach, which I was thankful for, because if my stomach started growing now, then I'd never fit into my wedding dress.

"Hey," Skip said, taking a seat beside me. I smiled.

"Hey, Skip."

"How ya holdin up?" Skip asked me.

"Pretty good," I said, grinning.

"Dat's good." Before I could say anything to him, Spot walked into the room, glaring at me.

"Youse need ta eat!" he told me. I rolled my eyes.

"I just ate two minutes ago!"

"So? Eat some more!" Spot walked over to me and pulled me to my feet.

"I don't want to!" I protested. Spot sighed.

"Youse is hard ta take care of."

"I can take care of myself, you know," I said.

"Uh, shouldn't youse two be worryin 'bout da weddin comin up in seven days?" Skip asked.

"Damn it!" Spot cursed.

"What?" I asked.

"I forgot 'bout da weddin." I laughed slightly and sat back down.

"I didn't forget," I told him. Spot glared at me.

"Well, dat's only 'cause I'm worryin 'bout youse and da baby!" I shook my head as the front door opened, and Scout, Jack, and Racetrack ran into the room.

"Hey," Scout said, out of breath.

"Bye!" Spot said, pointing to the front door. Scout ignored him and walked up to me.

"We got some flowers," she told me.

"Yeah, her and Race stole dem outta someone's garden," Jack said.

"Hey, youse helped!" Scout told him. Jack shrugged.

"Guys, I don't want to remember walking down the aisle carrying a bouquet of stolen flowers!" I said. Spot chuckled and took a seat beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders. Scout pouted.

"But I woiked hard ta get dem!"

"Uh, no ya didn't," Race said. Scout sent him a glare and rolled her eyes.

"I'll buy some flowers," I said, pushing myself to my feet.

"Youse can't go alone!" Spot said, jumping up.

"Yes I can," I told him.

"We'll send Scout out ta buy some," Spot told me. He shoved his hand into his pocket and came out with a few dolor's. "Here," he said, putting them in Scout's hands. Scout grinned.

"A'right," she said. "I'll go buy some flowers." She then took Jack's hand and ran out the door.

"Hey, wait up!" Race called, running after them. I frowned and turned to Spot.

"You're overprotective," I told him. Spot furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm only thinkin of youse," he said.

"Well, that doesn't mean you have to watch me like a hawk!" Spot took of his hat and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know," he said. He then walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back and closed my eyes. Skip shook his head and left the room.

"Are you ready?" I asked Spot.

"For tha weddin?"

"Yeah…"

"I think I am," he said. He pulled away slightly and looked down at me. "I know I am."

He then kissed my lips softly, leaving butterflies in my stomach. I then went back to the time where he first kissed me, on Christmas. Once Spot pulled away, I pulled him back into another kiss, which lasted longer.

Spot seemed surprised at this, but got over it in no time.

It was soon two days before the wedding, and I became more and more nervous with each passing second.

Scout was also coming over telling us we needed this, and that, and some of these and a little of those – it was becoming chaotic.

"Scout, we don't need that!" I told her as we walked through the market. I held a food basket in my hands as we shopped for food for the reception.

Medda was having one of her friends do our wedding cake, free of charge, which made me feel less stressed.

"Oh, how about this?" she asked, holding up some kind of odd looking food.

"I don't think people want to eat that," I said, eyeing it. Scout shrugged and put it back down on the vendor.

"How about carrots?" she asked.

"Sure," I shrugged, watching as she put carrots into my basket.

"Cabbage?"

"Nah." We went from vendor to vendor, looking at the variety of foods.

"Well, hello there ladies," one of the men controlling a vendor greeted us as we approached it. "What can I get ya?" he asked seductively.

Scout studied the various kinds of apples.

"Which kind do youse like, Sage?" she asked. I shrugged boredly and watched as the man licked his lips hungrily, eyeing Scout.

"Let's see, I want these kinds, and that kinds, and those kinds…Oh, and these too!" Scout pointed to about twenty different apples, grinning goofily.

"Sure," the man said. "Youse can have 'em all free for a little fun at my place." Scout narrowed her eyes.

"I don't think me man will like dat," she said venomously. The man sneered and switched his gaze over to me.

"How 'bout youse, sweetface?" he asked.

"Sorry, but I'm pregnant and getting married in two days," I said, making the man glare at me.

"So, we's playin hard ta get, are we?" the man asked. Scout burst out laughing.

"Playin…hard ta get…with youse?" I grinned which turned into laughter. The man growled.

"Youse don't get no apples unless youse come with me!"

"Or, I can jus' still 'em!" and with that said Scout grabbed as many apples as she could and threw them in my basket, and we took off.

We could hear the man hollering, but it soon faded out as we got away.

We kept on laughing all the way to Lodging House, where the boys waited for us.

Next Chapter: Here comes the bride, here comes the bride!

Author note: Haha, hope you liked it. LONG LIVE THE NEWSIES!