Author note: Well, here is another lovely chapter from your lazy author. I'd post during the day but I'm chaotically busy, and tomorrow and Monday we have no school, yay!
The worst thing about me going in labor was the fact that Spot wasn't even home, and I was with Scout in the apartment. The two of us rushed through the streets at seven p.m., and Spot was still at work.
I didn't know whether to scream or cry, seeing as how the pain in my body grew every twenty minutes.
"C'mon Sage, we'll make it," Scout said, leading me to Dr. Grey's.
We immediately rushed in, me breathing rapidly, and Scout not sure what to do.
"Sage, are you-" Dr. Grey stopped in mid-sentence when he saw my condition and called a nurse. They quickly rushed me into the backroom and Scout stayed in the waiting room.
I was in labor for seven excruciating hours, and when Spot did finally arrive, he wasn't aloud in the backroom for whatever reason.
Audience P.O.V
Spot paced in the waiting room, a nervous look plastered to his face. He took deep breaths and wiped at the sweat on his forehead.
"Youse goin in labor too, Spotty-boy?" Scout asked her brother with a slight laugh. Spot sent her a death glare as a few boys nearly fell trying to rush into the waiting room.
"Is da baby here yet?" Race nearly screamed, jumping up and down in excitement.
"No," Spot said impatiently.
"Oh man, dis is gonna be so awkward," Jack said.
"I hope Sage is okay," Skip told them as he took a seat beside Scout. Jack sent him a warning glare as to stay away from his girl. Scout grinned cluelessly and sent Skip two thumbs up.
Spot sighed in frustration and sat down in a chair, and became very fidgety.
Without warning a nurse ran out into the waiting room, a broad smile on her face.
"Mr. Conlon, you can come now," she said all giddily. Spot jumped to his feet and followed the nurse.
Normal P.O.V
I sighed in relief and tiredly threw my head back onto the pillow, wiping away the beads of endless sweat on my forehead. In no time there was a baby in my arms, not making a single sound. Her eyes were closed tightly as she lightly breathed, wrapped securely in a pink blanket.
I smiled proudly down at her, tears coming to my eyes. Spot rushed into the room, and stopped in his tracks when he saw the baby in my arms. He gulped and walked closer, sitting beside me on the bed.
"Well, you got your little girl," I said, handing our daughter over to him. Spot very cautiously held his baby lovingly in his arms. And, for the first time in a long time, tears traced down his cheeks.
"She's beautiful," he said, looking down at me. I grinned and kissed my husband's cheek.
"So, what're youse gonna name it?" Scout asked, walking into the room.
"My baby ain't an 'it'," Spot snapped at his sister. Scout shrugged and walked over to the bed, staring down at her niece.
"Name 'er afta me!" she said.
"No, name 'er afta me!" Race said, walking in behind Scout. Jack walked in afterwards, and the nurse wouldn't let anyone else in.
"Yeah, let's name it Race!" Scout exclaimed.
"No!" Spot protested. "If youse don't mind, Sage, I wanna name 'er." I smiled and nodded as Spot held her close.
"So, what's it going to be?" I asked. Spot grinned and wiped the tears away from his eyes.
"Makenna," Spot said in almost a whisper. "Makenna Marie Conlon." I licked at my lips and nodded in agreement.
"Sounds good to me," I said. Spot handed me Makenna, and she opened her eyes to show gray-blue eyes, just like her father's.
For the next week Spot and I had sleepless nights, waking up to Makenna crying her eyes out. I was back to being my normal size, thank God, and could now get around easier without having a stomach knocking things off shelves, counters, etc.
I stumbled out of bed in the middle of the night as Makenna cried for attention. Spot groggily pulled his pillow over his head and groaned. I sighed and lifted the fragile child out of her crib and held her close, bouncing slightly.
I lazily left the room and walked into the kitchen, looking around for the bottle. Once I found it filled with milk I sat down on the couch and fed Makenna. I closed my eyes briefly, and opened them to find Spot walking out of the bedroom.
He plopped down beside me and rubbed his tired eyes.
"I'm gonna die," he groaned. I glanced at him and then continued to stare down at Makenna.
"Go back to sleep," I told him. "I can handle this. Besides, you have work tomorrow." Spot shook his head,
"Not until Makenna is back to bed." I smiled to myself, and after we tended to Makenna's needs, we went back to bed.
I wasn't quite too sure if I was doing this parenting thing right, but Makenna seemed satisfied with the attention we gave her. Scout was at the apartment almost everyday to see her niece, along with Racetrack and Jack.
I even got a few visits from Poet and Hart, who seemed to be a couple now. And rumor had it that the two Manhattan leaders, Scout and Jack, were getting married.
Well, it was too bad Spot got the news before I did, because he came home angry that night, cursing Jack for his stupidity.
"Spot, relax," I had said, nodding towards the bedroom. "Makenna is finally asleep."
Well, Spot confronted the couple and asked if they were getting married, and what do you know, it was true.
Scout seemed to be a bit giddy, showing off her ring to everyone. I didn't have a clue as to how Jack afforded it, but apparently he had his ways.
After about a month of Spot and I being new parents, everything slowed down and became easier. Makenna wasn't crying as much anymore, and seemed to want more attention from her father when he arrived home from work.
I stood over the stove, trying to get dinner done before Spot came home. He was leaving from work early today, so dinner was early too.
Makenna lay in the crib that I had moved to the living room temporarily so I could keep an eye on her while I cooked. I hummed, to entertain the two of us.
About every five seconds I'd glance behind me just to see if she was alright, then I'd continue to cook. It was a habit, and Spot seemed to gain the same habit too.
The door opened and Spot walked in. He sent me a smile as he made his way to the crib and gently picked up his daughter, and walked over to me.
"Wanna head ova to da lodgin house afta dinner?" my husband asked, bouncing his daughter. I shrugged,
"Sure," I said. Spot smiled and kissed Makenna's forehead as he sat down on the couch.
Dinner was soon served, and Spot and I ate in silence, listening to Makenna make random noises in her crib. Spot laughed when he heard Makenna laugh, and it sounded so innocent.
I was actually surprised to see Spot so proud of his little girl. He paid close attention to her, and spent as much time as he could with his family. I stared at him for the longest of times as he would laugh at times at his daughter. Even when she was across the room she made Spot smile, and that made me smile.
After dinner we headed over to the Brooklyn lodging house, and Spot insisted on carrying his baby through Brooklyn. What better way to show her off? So I walked alongside of him, enjoying the joy in his eyes.
As soon as we entered the lodging house everyone crowded around us to get a good view of the new member of the Conlon family. Spot wouldn't allow anyone to hold her, and they couldn't cough, sneeze, or even touch her.
"Oh c'mon Spot, it ain't like we got a deadly virus," Tick said.
"How do youse know? I mean, youse could be sick and not even know it, and then you'll get Makenna sick, and I'll hafta kill ya!" Spot said, holding Makenna closer to him, if it were physically possible.
"Calm down father dearest," Spark said, patting Spot's back. I grinned as we walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
"Okay, nobody breathe, youse'll hoit Makenna," Spot said. And, evidently, some of the boys held their breaths to be funny.
"So Spot, I betcha can't wait till she moves out and gets married," Dice said, chuckling. Spot sent him glare.
"What are youse talkin 'bout? She ain't gettin married, ain't nobody good enough ta marry 'er! And, she's staying here in my arms forever!" Spot said. My grinned widened as I caressed my daughter's cheek.
"Jeez Spot, da way youse talk it sounds like youse gave birth to 'er," Spark said. I laughed,
"Spot couldn't handle that much pain," I told them. Spot rolled his eyes playfully and kissed my cheek.
"She's so pretty," Poet said. "Is she goin ta school when she gets older?"
"Of course," I said, glancing at Spot, who nodded in agreement. In the back of the group of Brooklyn newsies I saw a familiar face for the first time in forever. I smiled at Art, and he reluctantly returned it.
"So, Spot, youse gonna teach 'er how ta use a slingshot?" Splinter asked, taking a seat beside me.
"Yep," Spot said proudly. Some of the boys laughed and joked around.
"Yeah, I bet she's da next leadah of Brooklyn," someone said.
"Can ya imagine a goil controllin Brooklyn?" another person asked.
"Hey, if it's Spot's kid den youse know she'll be a good leadah."
And thus brought us the prediction that Makenna would be leader of Brooklyn in the near future.
Next Chapter: Spot is overprotected with Makenna. Sage has an encounter with Lance, leader of Harlem. What's this? He's getting a little too close!
Author note: Group Aw! AWWWWW! Isn't she so cute? Hehe, LONG LIVE SPOT, SAGE AND MAKENNA!