Author note: I know, there is no excuse for not writing yesterday, I was being selfish and didn't feel like writing, so sorry.
Scout stopped hitting Sarah, the Manhattan newsies quit screaming, and Jack and Spot released each other.
I opened my eyes as my heart beat rapidly against my chest, and the world went back to normal.
"Sage!" Scout nearly screamed, quickly forgetting about her problems and running over to my side. Spot's eyes were as wide as apples as he quickly came back to reality and followed Scout to my side.
"Oh my God, people," that Sarah girl said. "She fell, big deal!"
"Shut up youse whore, she's pregnant!" Scout yelled. I could feel Spot and Scout pulling me to my feet, and my head spun.
"Oh my God Sage…I didn't…Youse were…" Spot was at lost of words, just staring at me. I bit my lip and felt tears coursing down my cheeks, so frightened for the baby.
"I think we should go see Dr. Grey," I said, leaning on Spot for support. He nodded as we began to quickly walk away, Racetrack and Scout following.
Jack hesitantly ran up behind us.
"Scout, wait!" he said.
"Youse caused enough damage, Kelly!" Scout exclaimed, yanking her arm away from Jack.
"But I-"
"Youse know what? Go on and live with dat whore, okay? I don't care anymore! Youse jus' don't have a heart, and da only thing I'm worried 'bout right now is gettin Sage to da doctor!" Scout said. Jack blinked a few times.
"Will youse jus' listen?" he asked.
"No!" Scout twirled around and left Jack behind, and I could tell that it was killing her.
Spot had blood trickling down the side of his face, and his lip was busted open. There was a small cut on the side of his right eye.
Spot held onto me tightly, and I knew he was fighting back tears.
"I'm so sorry," he said to me as we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge. I took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to calm myself down.
By the time we were about a few blocks from Dr. Grey's, Spot had finished his little speech about how he'd never forgive himself if we lost the baby. I tried to tell him to shut up, but I never got a word in.
We slowly entered Dr. Grey's and found that the waiting room was pretty full, but our luck grew.
"Sage, Spot," Dr. Grey said, walking out of the back room where he took his patients. "What are you doing here?"
"No time ta talk; make sure da baby is okay!" Scout said. At the word "baby" Dr. Grey immediately rushed us into his office.
It didn't take him long to check me out.
"Well, Sage," he said, pulling the stethoscope out of his ears. "Thankfully your baby is alright, but if you would have landed on your stomach then all would be lost." I sighed with relief, and I felt Spot ease down a bit as he held onto my hand.
"Thank God," Scout said, rubbing her head.
"Youse see, fightin never solves anythin," Race said. I laughed slightly and hugged Spot.
The four of us walked out of the Doctor's office, the three people accompanying me being sure that I was safe everytime I moved a body part.
We walked back to the apartment where I tried to tend to Spot's wounds, but he was too fidgety.
"Stay still!" I demanded as Spot turned his head to look at his sister.
"Owe!" he said as I wiped the wound with a cloth.
"Well if you'd have listened to me then you'd be alright," I said, holding onto his chin to keep him still. He stared up at me with apologetic eyes.
"I'm a bad husband," he said. I sighed and shook my head.
"No you're not!"
"Yeah I am, I don't desoive youse," he stated. I purposely dabbed his wound a bit roughly. He winced and sent me a look.
"Quit being stupid; the baby's okay." Spot sighed briefly as I finished cleaning his wounds, and lightly kissed his cheeks.
"Thanks Dr. Conlon ," Spot said. I grinned and turned to Scout and Race, who solemnly sat on the couch.
"Dis is my fault," Scout blamed herself. "If I hadn't have put all dis on youse two den Sage never woulda fell, and Spot never woulda fought."
A knock came upon the door and I swiftly walked over and answered it.
"I need ta see Scout," Jack told me, his hair a mess from running, and blood, worse than Spot's, staining his skin and clothes from the fight.
Spot was instantly behind me, glaring over at Jack.
"Youse stay away from 'er!" he told Jack. In no time the two boys were arguing, me in the middle. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Boys!" I shouted. The two stopped arguing and looked down at me. "Stop acting like children and talk this over!" I moved out of the doorway and motioned for the two to do the same.
Spot was wary about Jack entering his apartment, but got over it as to not upset me. I sat down on the couch, Spot following suit.
"I need ta speak with youse Scout," Jack said in a shaky voice. Scout looked away momentarily, but nodded.
"Den talk," she said. Jack looked around.
"In private?"
"Youse talk ta me here, or ya don't talk ta me at all!" Scout snapped. Jack took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"A'right," he said. "I jus' wanna say dat I'm sorry, and I was never gonna take Sarah back; honest!" Scout's steady breathing bewildered me, and I knew Spot was just as surprised.
"Youse expect me ta believe dat?" Scout asked frankly.
"I pray dat ya do," was Jack's only, helpless reply. Spot grabbed hold of my hand lovingly as we watched the two intently.
"Why was Sarah with youse eoiler?" she asked.
"I was jus' tellin 'er dat she had 'er chance, and dat she'd never get a second one." Scout glanced over at Race, who merely shrugged.
"How do I know youse said dat to 'er?"
"'Cause I love ya," Jack said slowly. Scout stared at him for a second without saying a word. I smiled to myself, remembering when Spot first told me he loved me.
"Is it tha truth?" Scout asked, getting to her feet. Jack glanced at Spot and nodded.
"Yeah, it is," he said. Scout smiled slightly, and removed the cap upon her head. She seemed to be thinking.
"A'right, I forgive ya," she says, shrugging. I grinned and looked over at Spot, who didn't seem too happy. He stood to his feet and was now facing Jack, looking up at the taller boy.
"Youse hoit 'er again, Kelly, and I'll wring yer neck!" Spot warned him. Jack laughed and spit into his hand, holding it out to Spot. Spot hesitantly spit shook with Jack, and the two boys smiled. Well, Jack smiled, and Spot smirked.
Jack then turned his attention to me, his smiling face gone.
"How are ya Sage?" he asked, referring to the baby.
"Still pregnant," I said, patting my stomach. Spot smiled and sat beside me.
"Yeah, still pregnant with my baby," he said, kissing my cheek. I grinned and looked at Scout, who held a small smile. She looked happier than she was before, but still held sadness within her eyes.
Spot, Race and Jack soon began a small game of poker at the kitchen table, minus the drinking and cigars. I sat with Scout on the couch.
"So, what's the matter?" I asked her. Scout raised her eyebrows confusedly.
"Nothin, why?"
"Come on Scout, I can see right through you. You're still sad," I told my sister-in-law.
"Its jus'…when Jack said he loved me, I wasn't sure if he really meant it…" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"You know he did," I said. Scout shrugged.
"I love 'im and all…but…Sarah…she loves 'im too, and Jack was crazy 'bout 'er back den. Always sleepin on 'er fire escape and eatin breakfast with 'er…" Scout hung her head, fiddling with her fingers.
"Sarah is just a problem in the past. She is just a memory now," I said, patting my best friend on the shoulder.
"Yeah, I suppose yer right," Scout shrugged. I smiled and nodded.
It soon got dark, and the small game of poker the boys started long ago was still going on, and the money in the middle just kept piling up.
I walked up behind Spot and bent over, kissing his cheek.
"I'm going to bed now," I told him. He turned his head and met my lips with a loving kiss.
"I'll be in there when da game is ova," he promised as I left for the bedroom. Scout lay asleep on the couch, still waiting for the boys to finish.
I quietly washed up and crawled into bed. I laid on my side, staring at the wall, sighing to myself.
None of this was supposed to happen. To be honest, I never intended on falling in love with the boy – man – who saved me from the very cell I had nightmares about.
I had only planned to stay until my uncle showed up, and he did, but I still couldn't leave. Where was my uncle now? I couldn't tell you. Now look at me, I'm married and pregnant, not sure what to do.
You could probably look at me and then at Spot, and say: "why did she marry him?" or, "why did he marry her?"
Spot is a street kid, has been for since he could remember, and I was a rich girl, a girl who wished the world didn't revolve around chaos such as losing her parents. I was different from many, yet so similar.
I was different because, unlike all of those "I'm better than you" rich girls judged people before meeting them. I was so similar, because I thought I was the only miserable person on earth, but I was wrong.
I listened as raindrops beat on the window. I must've laid there for hours until the empty space beside me became occupied. Even long after my husband, one of the only people I ever trusted, fell asleep, I stayed awake.
Everything was perfect, yet it wasn't. It wouldn't be until my uncle was silenced for good.
Next Chapter: This is where you see me use my time skipping powers! We skip four months into the future – which will make Sage five months pregnant – and we'll start from there! Whoohoo!
Author note: Well, I'm gonna go watch TV now and wait for the few reviewers who do review, review. LONG LIVE EVERY SINGLE NEWSIE!