A/N: So, it's been years. I signed into and saw this unfinished and it's been irking me. I can't even remember my original idea for it anymore, but instead of sleeping, I decided to write a conclusion. I hope there's still interest in it, my writing has matured with time and I've become more of a sap. This is the fluffiest thing I've ever written. Maybe one day I'll fix all the mistakes, but for now, just enjoy.

Well, I wasn't expecting that. Sure I knew where babies came from, but I had yet to realize the possible consequences to my moments of passion with Spot. "What do I do?" I asked, staring blankly at the yards of fabric in my hands.

"You get rid of it," Sophia replied simply, unmoved when I looked up at her in shock. "You can't have a baby, you're practically a baby yourself," I stared at her in disbelief. You could just get rid of them? There had to be more to this, if you could just get rid of unwanted babies there wouldn't be nearly as many orphans as there were. "Don't you look at me like that. You can't afford it, you don't have a proper home and as soon as that boy finds out he'll run…"

"No," I shook my head, "I know I can't have a child. I didn't know I could, you know, get rid of it though."

"Oh bella," she sighed, looking at me with a sincerity that seemed almost condescending. "It's not easy," she continued quietly, "you're not too far along, the herbs should do the deed. Come with me after work and I will help you."

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"If it works," she nodded curtly. "It reminds you to never get yourself in that situation again."

Nodding, I silently went back to my work and stayed that way for the remainder of the day. I thought about Sophia's words, that I was too young and too poor to have a baby. I agreed with her, but could she be right about Spot? Would he leave as soon as he found out? I quickly decided I couldn't take that chance. I would go with Sophia, I would do what I had to in order to remedy this situation and Spot would be none the wiser. He took care of me; he loved me and was the first person to do so in many years, I couldn't bear to be without him.

By the time Sophia locked up the store and we headed out I felt as though I had been awake for days. My head was pounding and my heart was racing as she led me to a basement shop, well out of the way. She conversed quietly with an Asian woman behind the counter before being presented with a small tin in exchange for fabric Sophia had brought along.

"Take with tea," the woman instructed simply. "Half in night, rest in morning, done by afternoon."

With one final look, we left and rejoined the bustle of the evening streets. Neither of us spoke until we stood in front of the tenement Sophia shared with her husband and 3 children.

"Here," she placed the tin in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it. "You have four days; I don't want to see you until Tuesday."

"I can't afford that," I replied quickly.

"You'll do as I say," she replied sternly, placing a few dollars in the pocket of my skirt. "I will only do this once, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," I told her gratefully before we parted and I returned to the pier.

Spot was already there, standing firm at the end of the dock listening intently to what a younger boy was telling him. He eyed me as I walked past and I knew I'd catch hell for being late when he came to bed. It didn't bother me, I liked that he cared enough to worry.

Entering our room, all I could think about was sleep. I would deal with my emotions in the morning. I quickly disrobed, draping my skirt and blouse over the small wooden chair as I usually did before brushing out my hair and climbing into bed. The money and tin were secure in my skirt pocket and I had every intention of keeping them there until I could deal with things rationally.

I awoke a few hours later to Spot entering and slamming the door behind him. "You were late," he raged. "You weren't here when I woke up, then you were late," he crossed the room and stood inches from my face, his jaw clenched and look unreadable. I'd seen that look before, he used it with his boys quite often and it usually was followed by either a swift punch or a shove to the side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you," I replied, unsure and barely above a whisper.

"I had half 'a Brooklyn lookin' for you," he grabbed my shoulders and his look softened. "You can't do that to me, Win'. You can't leave me like that."

My heart raced at his words. He needed me as much as I needed him. Before I could even think, I had grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him as though my life depended on it. Pulling him down onto the bed, I undid the buttons and pushed down his pants as his hand slid up my thigh and under my night slip. We made love for the first time; it was no longer just passionate lust. I fell asleep shortly after, all thoughts of prior events erased from my mind.

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and the sun shining brightly into the room. I guessed it to be near noon, seeing as the sun was positioned directly in my eyes. I got out from under the covers and walked to the window, staring out at the pier below. It was empty and I was grateful for the solitude. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before reaching for my skirt and into the pocket. The tin was gone.

Frantically, I flipped the pocket inside out, but the tin still didn't appear. I dropped to my knees, hoping it had fallen out when I changed and was hiding under something. I didn't hear Spot come in until he spoke, causing me to jump.

"Were you going to tell me?" he asked calmly.

"What?" I stood quickly, wiping the dirt from my knees.

He said nothing in reply, simply handed me back the tin and stared.

"How'd you find out?" my heart dropped into my stomach.

"Smalls followed you to Chinatown last night. There's only a couple reasons for going to Chinatown, Winnie," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You went through my things," I said weakly, regretting it when I saw the look he sent me.

"Imagine my surprise when I bring it back to that China woman today and she tells me it's for fixing unwanted situations."

"I'm sorry, Spot," looking to the floor I couldn't think of anything else to say. Neither of us said a word for what seemed like an eternity.

"Was it mine?" he finally asked, with a sincerity I had never thought possible from him.

"I've been nothing but faithful to you," I reassured, "It's yours."

"You mean…?"

"How could I? You've had the tin all day," I said simply, sitting on the edge of the bed as I started to feel lightheaded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he sat next to me.

"She said you'd leave me," I turned my head to look at him. "I need you like I need to breath. I was afraid." Never had I been so forthcoming with him, but in this moment I had nothing to lose.

"Who said that?" he asked angrily and turned quickly to grab my hands.

"That's not important," I looked at him, raised his hands to my lips and kissed them. "I love you," I whispered, hanging my head.

"I've been waiting for you to say it back," Spot pulled his hands from mine and lifted my chin with a bent index finger. "You never said it back the other night," he further explained when he saw my look of confusion. "Winnie, I'm gonna make an honest woman outta you. We'll have this kid and maybe a couple more…"

"I can't ask that of you," I interrupted him, all too certain that he was saying it for my own benefit.

"You ain't askin' nothing of me," he reminded her. "We're gonna be a family, end of story," he waved his hand as if it were final.

"You're sure you want this?" I asked quietly, as if saying it any louder would make him change his mind.

"Never been surer," he leaned his forehead against mine.

"You know I'm going to get fat, right?" I smirked slightly.

"I always wanted to try a fat broad," he teased, rubbing his hand over my stomach. "I'm happy," he informed me.

"Me too."