Author note: Sorry I didn't post last night, didn't want to, so yeah…

I sat crossed legged on the couch staring straight at Spot as he sat in the chair, his wound bandaged up. Right after we had left the warehouse we went straight to Dr. Grey, and hadn't said a word to each other yet.

"For a second back there I thought I was going to lose you," I said, breaking the silence. Spot switched his gaze to me, a saddened look on his face.

"For a second there I thought youse were too," he said lowly. I blinked a few times, not quite sure why there was awkwardness between us.

"You know, to be honest, I didn't think you'd come," I whispered. Spot furrowed his eyebrows and leaned up a bit.

"Why would youse ever think dat?" he asked, a little hurt.

"Because you've been ignoring me." Spot licked his lips and sighed.

"Sage…Things were jus' chaotic lately, and I didn't know how ta feel…"

"Yeah, I figured that," I said.

"Listen, Sage, I'd do anythin for ya, youse know dat. It's jus', sometimes…I gotta remember dat we're married," Spot told me, his eyes trying to tell me something. I squinted and stood to my feet.

"You did something," I said suddenly. Spot flinched and got to his feet as well.

"What?" he asked.

"You're not telling me something. Spot, what did you do?" Spot looked straight into my eyes before sighing.

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping closer to me. "I…I wasn't thinkin, and I was drunk, and she-" I snapped my head up at the word 'she,' and held my hand up for him to stop talking.

"She?" I asked. My eyes were now watery, praying that this wasn't leading to where I thought it was. "Spot Conlon, please tell me that…you didn't sleep with someone."

"I didn't," he said. I sighed in relief, but Spot's eyes still told me there was more. "I didn't sleep with 'er, I jus'…kissed 'er…" I lowered and shook my head, covering my face with my hands.

"Sage, I-" I turned away and began to walk away from him, but Spot gently grabbed my arm. "It was a mistake!" he said quickly.

"Do you love me?" I asked. Spot flinched, not expecting me to ask that. "Do you?"

"If I didn't den I wouldn't have said 'I do.'"

"Then why? Why would you do this?" I asked.

"I don't know! I wasn't thinkin, okay? I regret it! I regret everythin, except for marryin youse!" I closed my eyes to block everything out, thinking everything over.

"Did it mean anything?" I finally asked.

"No," Spot said, kissing my forehead. "It didn't, and it wouldn't." He lifted my face to look up at him and caressed my lips with his. He then pulled away, and whispered, "But that meant tha world."

Everything changed completely after that day. Spot and I became closer – closer than before – and I was soon six months pregnant. And let me tell you, I was ready for this baby to come out!

I sat at the kitchen table across from Spot, watching him read one of his many books. It was fascinating to watch him read, and so cute since you'd never think the king of Brooklyn would love to read.

I wasn't professional at cooking dinner, but, as I said before, Spot would eat just about anything. Now broccoli he was allergic to, so I'd have to be careful.

I slurped my soup, my eyes never leaving Spot as he dragged his finger along the sentences sometimes mumbling to himself.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, a knock came at the door. I rose from the table and walked slowly over to the door.

I cracked it open and peered out, grinning at who I saw.

"Hey Spark!" I said, hugging one of Spot's best friends. Spark returned the hug as I allowed him to enter the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"Hey Sage, Spot," Spark greeted us, removing his cap. "I need ta speak with youse," he said to my husband. Spot furrowed his eyebrows and reluctantly shut his book and rose from the table.

"Out in da hall," he told his friend. Spark nodded as him and Spot walked out into the hall to talk. I shrugged to myself as I sat back down and continued to eat.

Well, whatever the two were talking about, I hoped it wasn't about Harlem. I was getting sick and tired of hearing about them. They were ruining everything. Why doesn't somebody stick a knife in their eyes?

I chuckled at my thoughts and finished off my soup. I quietly began to wash the dishes as Spot came back into the apartment without Spark, and angrily sat down in his chair.

"Something wrong?" I asked, glancing back at him.

"Yeah," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Madison is back!" I nearly dropped one of the plates and twirled around.

"What do you mean she's back? Back for what?" I asked quickly. Spot gave the rest of his dinner to Cookie and placed the bowl into the sink.

"I don't know, but Spark said she came to da lodgin house lookin for me," he said.

"Oh, wait until I show her a thing or two," I said threateningly.

"I don't think so!" Spot snapped. "Yer pregnant, and youse aren't gonna fight with anyone. Da last thing I want is for us ta lose da baby, or for youse ta get hoit." I smiled at Spot's words and shrugged.

"I broke her nose with one punch; I don't think she's much of a threat." Spot chuckled slightly.

"Youse do have a past of breakin noses," he said, pecking my cheek. I grinned as Spot ushered me to bed, demanding that he finish up the dishes. I laughed at the thought of Spot washing the dishes, but it wasn't anything new since he did it often.

I washed up silently, humming to myself as I crawled into bed. About an hour later I felt Spot lay beside me.

The next morning I awoke a little late and wished Spot hadn't left for work. I lazily rose out of bed and groggily washed up.

Audience P.O.V

Spot hunched over, beating the nail into the wood with his trusty hammer. He wiped the beads of sweat on his face with his forearm and sighed heavily.

"Conlon!" Mr. Walker called him. Spot looked up questioningly as his boss approached him.

"Yes sir?" he asked, trying to get used to calling someone "sir." He was so used to his boys calling him that that he never realized he'd ever have to say it.

"There's someone at da counter ta see ya," the old man said, pointing behind him towards the door. Spot laid down his hammer and rose from the ground. He quickly walked by Mr. Walker and walked out into the front.

It was some girl, but Spot couldn't tell who it was.

"Can I help ya?" he asked confusedly. The girl spun around, her dark curls hanging in her face.

"Spot!" she said in an annoying high-pitched voice. Spot stared wide-eyed at Madison. Her nose was no longer crooked, and she looked evil.

"Uh, um, hi," Spot choked out rummaging in his pocket for his wedding ring. He had to remove it so he wouldn't get any paint on it. He quickly found it and slipped it onto his finger, but Madison didn't seem to notice.

She leaned on the counter staring longingly at Spot.

"Hi," she nearly whispered. Spot raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"What're youse doin here?" he asked rudely. Madison giggled.

"My daddy is on business, so I asked some people where I could find you, and they said to look here," she said dreamily. "Did you miss me?"

"Oh yeah, loads," Spot joked, rolling his eyes.

"Really? I missed you too!" she squealed, batting her eyelashes. Spot rolled his eyes.

"I'm kinda busy here," he said, pointing towards the backroom.

"Oh I know, I'll just be a second. So, I was wondering, if, you know, you'd like to start over?" she asked hopefully.

"Madison I-"

"I know you're madly busy and don't have time for a relationship, but without that girl around to ruin things, we can start over!"

"I can't," Spot said quickly.

"Yes you can," Madison told him. "I was the first person you ever loved, and I can still tell that you are in love with me. I mean, who isn't?" Spot sighed in annoyance as he propped his elbows up on the counter.

"Let go of da past, Madison," he told her. Madison pursed her lips and leaned closer to Spot.

"You and I belong together. We were so happy, and you did everything for me. I bet you'd even take a bullet for me," the whore said. Spot chuckled slightly, recalling the time when he took a bullet for Sage.

"Not in a million years," Spot said. Madison laughed slightly.

"Stop joking with me, it hurts," she said, placing her palm over her black heart.

"Listen, Madison," Spot started. "I don't want nothin ta do with youse, so jus' leave like ya always do."

"I'm not leaving without you!" she exclaimed. Spot smiled and held up his left hand, showing her his wedding ring.

"Well, tell dat to my wife," he said. Madison stared in disbelief, and stepped back slightly.

"You're married?" she nearly screamed. Spot nodded and lowered his hand, grinning.

"Sure am."

"Oh I see, you got married so you could forget about how much you loved me," Madison said angrily.

"Jesus Christ youse don't get anythin," Spot said. "I don't love youse!"

"Oh yeah? Well, let me change your mind!" Madison leaned over the counter and roughly pulled Spot to her lips. Spot immediately pushed her away with a disgusted look.

"Damnit! What part of I'm married do ya not understand?" Spot yelled.

"You didn't feel anything?" Madison asked sadly.

"Hell no!" Spot yelled. "For da love of God, I'm married and my wife is pregnant, what makes ya think I want you when I have Sage?"

Madison narrowed her eyes and quickly turned away, and stormed out of the shop.

Next Chapter: Dun, dun, dun! Here we go again with the time skipping: It's time for the baby, it's time for the baby! Whoohoo!

Author note: LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!