Author note: Glad you guys liked the last chapter. Thanks for the reviews!
I opened my eyes slightly, but closed them once I saw the sun shining through the window. I then turned over and felt the empty space beside.
"Spot?" I said, opening my eyes fully. The empty space at my side told me that Spot wasn't in the room. I yawned and rose from the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it out as I walked out of the room.
Spot sat at the kitchen table fully dress, and hada cup of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other.
"We're in da papes," he said, not even looking up. I raised my eyebrows and walked over to him, looking over his shoulder.
Newly Weds Brandon Conlon and Sage Matthews marry on September twenty-seventh at seven O'clock P.M. Sage, 18, is carrying the baby of Spot Conlon, 19, leader of the Brooklyn newsies.
I looked down at one of the pictures that was taken at the wedding and laughed slightly.
"Who wrote that article?" I asked.
"Denton," Spot shrugged. "He writes anythin and everythin 'bout da newsies." I smiled and rubbed my eyes.
"I'm going to go wash up," I said, leaving the room.
I leaned over the toilet as everything in my stomach came pouring out of my mouth. I groaned and quickly washed up.
I then walked back out into the living room and saw Spot still scanning over the paper, but now he was sitting on the couch.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"Lookin for a job," he said.
"But you have a job," I said, sitting beside him.
"Gotta support my family somehow," Spot told me. I laughed slightly.
"Spot, we have enough money thanks to my mother."
"Yeah, well, I wanna support my family too. I can't always come ta youse when I need money."
I looked down at the newspaper.
"How about painting?"
"Painting?"
"Yeah, see," I said, pointing to the ad.
"Help wanted. Painter needed. Painting shelves, dressers, chairs etc. etc.," Spot read out loud.
"Sounds fun," I laughed.
"Yeah, and it also says I'll get ta build things. Oh how wonderful!" Spot joked. I grinned and kissed his cheek.
"It's a good start," I said. Spot shrugged,
"I'll go check it out today. Wanna come?"
"Can't; Scout and I are going to go give Dr. Grey a visit. He changed my checkup from two months to one month," I sighed. Spot chuckled slightly and folded the newspaper up.
"Sage?"
"Hmmm?" I asked.
"What do you want? A boy or a goil?" I laughed slightly as Spot put his arm over my shoulder, and I leaned into him.
"I don't know," I said. "What do you want?"
"I think I want a goil."
"A girl? Really? I thought maybe you'd want a boy."
"Nah, I want a goil," Spot said. A knock then came on the door, and Spot got to his feet. I groaned and watched as my husband opened the door.
"Heya Spot!" Scout said, walking into the room, Race and Jack following her.
"Don't youse have someone else's life ta interrupt?" Spot asked.
"Sure I do. I know I ain't interruptin anythin, youse already got 'er pregnant!" Scout exclaimed. I laughed and gave my sister-in-law a quick hug. Spot sent her a glare and shut the door, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Hey Spot," Jack said, spitting into his hand. Spot did the same and shook with Jack, and then with Race.
"So when is dis baby comin? Uncle Race is gettin tired of waitin," Race said.
"Let's see, it's already been a month so…you have to wait eight more months," I said. Race groaned.
"Dat's too long! Can't it come now?"
"No," Spot said. "But youse can leave now."
"Nah, I'm goin with Scout and Sage to da doctor!" Raceexclaimed. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Where youse headed to, Spot?" Jack asked.
"Ta get a job," Spot told him. Jack nodded,
"A'right, I'll go with youse."
"And youse, missy, need ta get to da doctor," Scout said, pulling me to my feet.
"Alright, alright," I said. I gave Spot a quick peck on the lips.
"Good luck," I told him before leaving.
Audience P.O.V
Spot and Jack walked down the streets of Brooklyn, until they came upon a small shop. The two leaders entered, and walked up to the counter. Spot pressed the little bell that made a weird dinging noise.
"Hold on," came a voice from the back. An old man walked in from the back room, his pants stained with white paint.
"What can I do for ya?" he asked.
"Here for da job," Spot said, his facial features blank.
"Oh," the man said, wiping his hands on a rag. "Well, foist I gotta ask ya a few question, so step into my office." Spot and Jack followed the man into a different room where there was a desk and a chair in front of it. "Sit," the man instructed.
Jack leaned against the wall as Spot lazily sat down in the chair.
"Foist of all, what's yer name?"
"Spot. Spot Conlon."
"Yer a newsie?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Spot said.
"Den what's yer real name son?" Spot sighed before replying,
"Brandon."
"A'right, Brandon, how old are ya?"
"Nineteen." Spot said.
"Uh-huh, and do youse have any experience with painting or building?" A smirk played on Spot's face.
"I don't know anymore den you do." The man chuckled slightly.
"And what's yer reason for dis job?"
"I have a pregnant wife," Spot said truthfully. The man nodded and wrote this down.
"Hmmm…" the man said. "A'right, yer hired!" Spot flinched.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yep; Connie will get ya settled. Ya start tomorrow." The man then looked back at Jack. "How 'bout you, son? Youse want a job too?"
"No sir," Jack said. "There ain't no way I can get from Manhattan to Brooklyn to get ta woik on time." The man nodded.
"Follow me," he told Spot. The three of them exited the office, and Jack quickly bid Spot a farewell.
"Connie!" the man yelled. "Get out here!" A girl walked out from the back room, glaring intently at the man.
"What is it?" she asked. She then saw Spot and smiled. "We got a new one?"
"Yep. I need ya to show dis lad da ropes." Connie nodded.
"Yes sir!" she saluted the man. He then turned back to Spot.
"Bryant, by the way. Bryant Walker." He then left, leaving Spot with Connie.
"So, what's yer name?" she asked.
"Spot."
"Well dat's an odd name," she told him. Spot narrowed his eyes.
"So is Connie," he told her. Connie laughed slightly.
"Don't be so grumpy!" she told him. "I was jus' pickin. Anyways, c'mon, I'll show ya what ta do."
Normal P.O.V
"Well, Mrs. Conlon, you're very healthy," Dr. Grey said, smiling.
"Does dat mean dat my niece or nephew is healthy?" Scout asked. Dr. Grey chuckled,
"Yes, it does. Well, I'll see you in another month, Sage. You're free to go." I grinned as we walked out of the doctor's office.
"So does dis mean Spot ain't gonna be leader anymore?" Race asked. I glanced back at him.
"He doesn't have to stop selling papes," I said. Scout nodded.
"Yeah, he can multitask!" I grinned as we walked into a restaurant.
"When are youse and Jack gettin married?" Race asked Scout. Scout blushed slightly.
"I dunno," she said. I laughed slightly as a waiter walked up, and took our orders.
Audience P.O.V
"What are we going to do?" a man asked, staring up at his boss.
"We do what we were planning to do," he said, reading the article over and over again. He then put the paper down. "We kill her."
"But what about her husband?" the man asked.
"We'll kill him too!" Sage's uncle stood from the chair. "Send in Shane." The man before him nodded obediently and ran out of the room.
Audience P.O.V – With Spot
Spot watched as Connie showed him how to paint. As if he didn't know.
"Wanna try?" she asked. Spot gave her a dirty look.
"No," he said bluntly.
"I think he's shy," another girl said. She walked up beside Connie, and winked at Spot.
"I'm Rose. Who're you?"
"Someone who doesn't care for ya," Spot said. Rose laughed slightly and walked up to Spot.
"Well aren't you all big and strong? Very handsome. You're quite the looker." She then ran her hand down Spot's arm. "How does that make you feel?"
"Disgusted," Spot answered. Rose chuckled and brought her lips to Spot's ear.
"I like you," she whispered. "I like you a lot."
"Oh, now c'mon, Rose; leave da boy alone," Connie said.
"Leave me be," Rose told Connie.
"Youse know, I find dis ta be wrong," Spot said, pushing Rose's hand off of his chest.
"Aw, why?" she asked, putting her hand back onto his chest. Spot rolled his eyes and stepped away from her.
"Sorry ta ruin yer fun and all, but I'm married." Rose gave Spot an odd look.
"You're married?" she asked.
"Married, happy, and expecting," Spot told her proudly. Rose scowled and stormed away, muttering to herself.
"Don't worry 'bout 'er. Bryant don't usually have da boys and goils woikin togetha." Connie said. Spot shrugged as Connie told him he could leave, and to be there at nine in the morning.
Normal P.O.V
I walked back to the apartment building, smiles and all, with Scout and Race at my side, and Jack following behind us. We found him earlier, getting ready to leave, but Scout wouldn't let him.
We climbed up the million flights of stairs, and finally made it to my floor. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. Spot wasn't back yet.
I plopped down on the couch and sighed.
"Youse ever gonna buy a house?" Race asked, acting as if Spot and I have been living here for years.
"A house? We just moved in," I said. Race shrugged as the door opened, and Spot walked in.
"Spot, I missed youse!" Race shrieked, running up to Spot and hugging him.
"Get off me!" Spot told him, pushing him away. I grinned as Spot sat down beside me, and removed his cap.
"How'd it go?" I asked.
"Pretty good; except for da whore I hafta woik with." I cocked an eyebrow,
"They hire whores?"
"Hey, den dey can hire me!" Race said. Scout laughed and smacked Race in the head.
"Youse idiot; dey only hire people."
"Hey, I'm a people!" Race said.
"No youse ain't," Jack laughed. Race stuck his tongue out and pouted. I laughed.
"So, how'd it go with Dr. Grey?" Spot asked me.
"Well, I'm healthy," I said.
"Yep, dat's a good thing," Scout said. Spot rolled his eyes at his sister and moved his hair out of his eyes.
"Don't youse have things ta do?" he asked Scout.
"Nah," she said. "I'm good."
"In other words, get outta my apartment!" Spot said, pointing to the door.
"It ain't yer apartment! It's Sage's!" Scout said.
"Yeah, it's Sage's!" Race copied her. Spot growled and gave up. Just then, Cookie ran into the room out of nowhere.
"Where did dat thing come from?" Spot asked.
"Oh, he's been here all night," I told my husband. Spot gave the dog an "I hate you" look. "Oh quit being so mean!" I told him.
"Yeah! Yer a..a..a big meany head!" Scout exclaimed. I grinned and looked up at Spot. I then kissed his lips and laughed.
"Get a room!" Race said.
"We have a room, so get outta it!" Spot told him.
"Youse ain't in da room; da room is in there," Race said, pointing in the direction of the bedroom. I laughed once more, which caused Spot to send me a playful glare.
"Hey Scout, didn't Blink need ya ta do somethin for 'im?" Jack asked his girl. Scout squinted and thought this over.
"Yer right!" she suddenly screamed, causing everyone to jump in surprise. "Thanks for remindin me!" She then jumped to her feet.
"Let's go, boys! Bye Sage, bye Spot!" Scout said, dragging the boys out of the room. I blinked a few times.
"Well, that was odd," I said. Spot laughed and kissed my cheek, and then traced his lips over mine, but not kissing me fully.
"Stop teasing me!" I told him. Spot continued to pretend to kiss me, until I got frustrated.
"What's da matter, Sage? Am I makin youse want me?" I then burst out laughing.
"I think it's the other way around," I said. Spot grinned and finally kissed my lips.
Next Chapter: Sarah comes crawling back to Jack…and what's this? Jack is thinking about taking her back?
Spot becomes furious with Jack.
Author note: Okay, this one is kind of longish – or at least it is to me. I felt like writing a lot because I'm bored. LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE'S BABY!