Welcome Home *Spot*

[Doll]

Pacing the lodge, Doll kept thinking to see if she was right, if today was the day he was suppose to be back. Of course, you could never be sure, but she hoped so. It had been a month, it had. She had been counting. Of course she had. Pacing, she was pretty sure she knew where everyone in the lodging house was. Bear was sleeping, Singer was probably doodling, then going to bed, god knew what Brooklyn was up to, and Bullseye she had no clue anymore, what with Tick Tock, and Brooklyn, and Bullseye all together, god that was frustrating.

Of course, she was going to think of how to tell him, naturally. Let's see, she could bring it up nonchalantly, she could announce it, but... well, Doll was scared of how Spot would react. Of course, hopefully he wouldn't over react. that would be bad for her. After all, it'd be bad either way if Spot didn't want the kid. At first she was scared, but now, even though it had been roughly almost two months, she secretly wanted the little guy. she had already started thinking up names for the baby too.

Oh lord she was getting worse than those old ladies who fauned over babies. Stopping her pacing, she took a deep breath, before heading to the kitchen, after all she was a bit hungry. Looking through the pantry, she tried to decide what she wanted to eat. She had never been good at deciding these things, but she was hungry. Looking around, she spotted what looked like a loaf of bread. Reaching up, Doll grabbed it, tearing off a piece from the loaf. Inspecting it, she saw nothing wrong with it, nothing off color, and walked out of the pantry, moving so she was sitting on the counter. Taking a bite, she sighed, "Spot, where the hell are you?"

[Spot]

Night was falling as Spot stepped out into the streets of Brooklyn from the train stop.

His eyes stared out into the dark night. The left of his icy steel eyes was surrounded in a fading black eye. Now at the point where it just looked muddy, Spot had ignored the eye since he had recieved it at a newsies meeting in Chicago. He may have looked a little roughed up, but ya should have seen the other guy. He smirked at that thought. The summer was really here, the night just made it very humid, and muggy. Spot didn't like it, but he had no control over it. Another thing he didn't like. He had a long trip. He was a little bit cranky. And he was still on his no alcohol thing. It was for Doll though. It was all for Doll

He missed her like hell while he was gone. He was a married man now. He had a duty to his wife. And the first thing he did in their relationship was go on a month long stay. How could he. What was it with him and hurting her some much all the time?

He reached the door of the lodge and let himself in, just in time to hear her question. "I'm right the hell here." He watched her, and reached over to take half the loaf of bread she had. He didn't realize how hungry he was before. He sat beside her on the counter. "Hey."

[Doll]

Tearing a chunk of bread off and handing it to Spot, she replied, "Hi there. How was the meeting? I hope whoever gave you that black eye," she motioned to her eye, pointing to where the bruise would have been on her, "got out looking like they got ran over by a trolley. Chicago seems to not like Brooklyn much." Doll smiled a bit, kissing his cheek, "Missed ya." All the while, she was thinking of how to tell him the news. Moving so she was sitting indian style, she looked at him, studying the black eye around his eye.

She didn't worry about the black eye much, he was tough, he was Spot! Nothing she knew could hurt him too badly. What concerned her was how he had actually managed to get a black eye. Taking another bite from the bread, she wondered to herself, 'Either Chicago's trying to hard to be like Brooklyn, or they're actually becoming quite decent at fighting. "So, Who gave you that shinah anyway? Am I gonna have ta go to Chicago and soak the guy?" she asked playfully. Of course she couldn't fight, that'd be endangering to many lifes.

Her's, the fighter's, and the baby's. Spot wouldn't like it if she fought. Hell, if she fought, and he found out, there'd be a dead body somewhere. Doll bit her lip, trying to think of a way to tell him. She was going to have to tell him somehow, but how? Maybe he'd ask her something, and she could somehow tell him that way. Eh, who knew, after all, telling Spot Conlon you were going to have his kid, even if you were his wife, meant somehow, something was gonna happen that she didn't know.

[Spot]

Taking the bread, he placed it in his mouth. He chewed it quickly, finally taking another piece and chewing that before swallowing and responding. "Let just say there was an addition to the Chicago Memorial Hospital. He said something about somebody's wife and now they've have a broken jaw.... and leg... And whatever." Taking another bite, he sighed. He was so tired. So, tired. "Ya. It's bit of a rivalry. I have problems with their leader. Big Jule." He watched her study his eye. "Meh." He said, shoving her away gently. Really, the guy who gave him the eye was dead. Very much dead.

The newsie had been messing with a hoity toity. And she looked so much like Doll. So much like her. Spot had been walking down the street when he spotted him. The boy had stopped her pushed her to the ground, and started to make her take her clothes out with a knife to her throat. And Spot had lost control. Attacking him quickly, he pushed he off him and then they had gotten into a fight. And before he knew it... But he put that behind him.

"It don't matter. He's been taken care of and he won't be given no black eyes for a while." He looked at her, and saw the hoity toity girl's face again. He couldn't help it, he wrapped his arm around her. "You ok hun? You look a little pale."

[Doll]

Shrugging, she replied, "Well no one here likes Big Jule, so I'm ok with you soakin' his newsies, or even him... yea I'm perfectly fine with you soakin' Big Jule. He annoys me, like when he came to Brooklyn and thought he was king, everyone knows your king." Doll, in very few words, did not like Big Jule, at. all. He annoyed her, made her angry, he scared her, and more. Hell if Big Jule came here she might put him in the hospitial herself. Yep, the hatred of her to Big Jule was very, very, very big.

"I'm fine," she replied, trying to think of a way to say this, "I just gotta tell ya somethin'." To her, Spot didn't look ok, "Spot is somethin' botherin' you? I can't tell cause of that damn black eye. I'm glad the other guy is in the hospital... he is in the hospital, right?" Doll, knowing Spot, never really saw the need to question if the guy was in the hospital, but A) this had been Chicago and B) Big Jule was not welcome to any Brook, well then you kind of werent sure where the guy was.

Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, "Spot if you did somethin' stupid then this is gonna ruin the news I got for you." Doll knew she couldn't control Spot, the only thing she ever made him do was quit drinking, and that was it. If she could control Spot she wouldnt, at least, not knowingly. Besides Spot was a big boy, she didn't have to watch over him. But hey, not her fault this whole baby thing had her worried. No stress, just worried. You would to, if the father was infamous Spot Conlon.

[Spot]

Spot's eyes were cold, and he looked down to her with a calm face. "Calm down. He's taken care of. He looked back at his feet. "They are all taken care of and there is nothing more to worry about and I don't want to talk about it anymore." When he lied to Doll, is words started to run together quickly and squish into one big word. But he could look her in the eye when he told her the lie, which was bad enough if he could lie to her at all. He sighed and tore another piece for bread into his mouth, If he was chewing he could talk, Useful purpose of bread.

He was glad she had to tell him something. It would take his mind off of what had happened. But he didn't say it. Instead, she kept asking him. "Is he in the hospital?" He sighed. "There is a possibility that he's in the hospital morgue. But.... Ya know. Nothing to much bigger. And I gave you no indication that he was dead if you are questioned by a bull."

"It wasn't random! I just... Had too." He closed his eyes. "Just tell me what you had to tell me."

[Doll]

Nodding her head, she decided to not prod further into what Spot did in Chicago. "Well, first," she started, "It's nothing about Brooklyn. And... your gonna have to promise to not freak out when I tell you." Ok, so maybe telling him that would make him freak out, but hey, not her fault. As long as she wasn't locked up, she was a ok. Well... yea she might get locked up. Oh well, she'd sneak out. Yep, staying in one room would not be fun. Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself for telling Spot the news.

"I might possibly be pregnant," before Spot could say anything, she added, "Please don't freak out, because your not the one who's gonna have to deal with it for nine monthes." Doll watched Spot, waiting for his reply. This was nerve racking. She had no clue how Spot would react. After all, Spot to her was complicated, many pieces to be put together. Some parts jagged, some parts that were easy to put together, some not so easy. Ah the joys of being Spot Conlon's wife. Enemies as far as the American borders could go, and people wanting to kill you.

Good times, good times. She was just happy she could fight.

[Spot]

Spot was relieved she dropped it, but tensed up even more when he was told not to freak out. "Are you ok. What? Are you sick? Are you not feeling alright?" He began mumbling to himself. Why did he have to hurt her so much? "It's all my fault. I do such stupid things all the time, I-"

"I might possibly be pregnant"

Spot was silent. "You could be..." But it was impossible that that was true. It couldn't be. Cause then he'd be a father. A father.

The word made Spot tremble. A father was never a comforting word for Spot. It brought back memories of fear. Of blood. Of whiskey and alcohol. And the concept of motherhood was even more frightening. It was his own birth that weakened his mother before she died. The very thing that was the downfall of his family. "You are...." He could no even say it. It was an impossible concept.

He swallowed. "How...How sure are you about these things? Like... Certain or?" He sighed rubbing his face. And he wasn't even allowed to drink. Oh god. Why was he such a screw up?

[Doll]

"Spot, I'm two months late on... girl stuff, those are the signs of pregnancy. And... if you think your scared, your not the one dealing with this fully," Doll felt a bit sad that he was taking it this way, and the fact possibly he wouldn't love her anymore... he still loved her, right? Sighing, she looked down, saying quietly, "I'll understand if you don't... I mean, don't want anything to do..." Doll closed her eyes, "I know your not excited, and I can understand that. But if you love me... you'll at least help me."

It hurt to see the look on Spot's face when she told him that she was pregnant. Doll didn't know what to think, she didn't. It was to hard to think about at the moment. Taking care of a baby... it was tough. Spot's reaction didn't help any. Suddenly, it overwelmed her. She was having a baby. Doll didn't know anything about babies. "Spot I have no clue on how to raise a kid," now she was starting to stress, "I dont know what to do, I have no clue, Spot I dont know what to do."

[Spot]

Spot slapped himself mentally. He was awful. How could he act this way. She was pregnant and he was being.... So... Spot like. He walked over to her, placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry Doll. I'm happy. I really am just..." He searched his mind. "A bit shocked." He murmured. "It's a been a long day and this wasn't exactly what i was expecting, you know?"

He was ashamed of himself. he had made her feel so bad, but she needed him and it was a bit shocking to him. "Of course I love you Doll." He walked closer to her, pulling her to him. "You don't ever have to worry about whether or not I love you." But her stress terrified him. He didn't know what to do either, he was just 17. He had no idea how to be raised properly. He hadn't been in a stable home ever that he remembered. He was never raised.

He knew nothing, and she new not a bit more than him. "We'll figure it out. We'll do it together." But all the same he closed his eyes. He didn't know what to do.

[Doll]

Sighing, she got down from her seat on the counter, moving so she was huggin Spot, and buried her face in his shirt, her voice muffled, she told Spot, "I dont know how to raise a child." If Spot thought he was scared, then he didn't know what this was for her, although the little guy was starting to grow on her, literally and physically. If anything, all she wanted was to know what to do, she needed a leader to tell her what to do, because taking care of a baby... she didn't know how to do that.

Spot said he still loved her, that was good, at least he would stay. He would stay... right? If Doll remembered correctly, when you were pregnant, you got fat. Oh God what if Spot didn't love her when she got fat? Hugging him tighter, she tried to take away that mental image. If she couldn't get rid of that image she was screwed. After all, it wasn't the most pleasant thing to think about when you were sixteen and going to have a baby and be fat and have people stare at you while you walked.

Oh god this was getting her more stressed by the minute.

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[Spot]

He moved closer to her when she leaned on him, placing his hand against the back of her hair. "We'll find help Doll. Don't worry about it. Please don't worry about it." He was thinking hard. Who kknew how to raise a child? Queenie knew everything, right? Maybe Rawlins would know something about it, or one of the Queens medic. A former toity somewhere. A doctor's child. Who?

She squeezed him tighter, and she was going to suffucate him soon, but he didn't say anything. He loved her, but he need her to calm down. He looked at her. "Doll. Please let go of me." He patted the counter again, indicating again that she should sit. "I want you to stay calm and it will be alright. No matter what, it will be ok. I just want to breath and I want you to not get nervous." He touched her on the arm.

"We are going to find someone who will help you... us. And we are going to be perfectly fine. Perfectly fine." And somehow he understoof that he could be lying to her. And himself.

[Doll]

Nodding her head, she let go, moving and sitting back on the counter. Pulling her knees to her chest, staring at Spot with her chin resting on her knees. She had no clue what to do about any of this. He kept telling her that they would find someone to help them, which she wasn't quite so sure of. Her, and people trying to help her... that would not end well at all, much. Not unless Spot said that they would be fine with help. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down as much as she could.

"Spot," Doll whispered, "I don't want a lot of people knowin', cause words travel fast, and... we got enemies, and I don't want them knowin' about the baby, not until I can't hide that I'm pregnant. Ya know... cause I don't wanna put Brooklyn in a lot of danger." It was frightening, being pregnant. Especially when you lived on the streets. There was a lot of danger out there, and she was gonna have to deal with it for two people. Besides, what did she know about pregnancy? She sure as hell wasnt a baby doctor.