It's Brooklyn Baby- Spot Conlon X Reader

Part 5

Elenore was tying the extra small corset on me and my lungs screamed for air. It would be my 4th date with William being 3 weeks since I have spent any time with Spot. I would try to sneak out at night and knock on his door but no one would answer. I would wave to him only for him to glance my way and quickly turn back to what he had been doing as if he never saw me. He would frown when he would see William holding my arm escorting me through the city. All I wished was for him to talk to me.

It was late when William had requested to walk with me which was odd because all of the times we would spend together was in the daylight. I hated that he wanted to spend time at such a late hour because I felt that the late nights were reserved for Spot and I even though he wasn't speaking to me for an unknown reason.

"You seem melancholy this fine night. What is the matter my dear?"

"Nothing. I couldn't be happier." I replied.

We walked to the doc where Spot lived close by and I looked at the door that I knew he resigned in longing to run in there. "Something must be on your mind. You must be honest with me if you are to be my wife." I must tell him everything that may rise suspicion of me being improper of disobedient. I translated his words in my head. Again I smiled looking up at him. "Of course. An old friend of mine does not wish to speak to me and I do miss his so."

"Him?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "You do not need male friends. You have me now and I won't tolerate my wife to be a common whore." I scoffed at his words. "Excuse me?" He smiled again. "Only a warning my love." We walked farther down and my lungs started aching in the humidity. "What if we made love right here by the water?" He said with an unnerving grin. "No I do not wish to. We are not married yet."

"Alright then. When we are married."

"Of course."

I felt his arms move around my waste as we walked down by the crates. "I can't wait for you to bare my children. You are to be the most perfect wife for me."

"Of course." I fake smiled again. "Allow me to walk you home." He said after a while of looking at the water. "That's alright Will I wish to stay and think of you." I lied adding his name he wished me to call him for effect and to convince him to allow me to be here by myself. "Of course my sweet. I will see you tomorrow for dinner at your home." I smiled and nodded as he walked away.

It was after he left when I heard footsteps walk towards me and a familiar voice speak up. "So that's what yous would call yous husband."

"Hello Spot."

He stood by me looking out at he deep water that stretched into the distance and somehow it felt all the more beautiful with him. "Hello Y/n."

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Why are you avoiding my questions?"

I looked at him with a furious glance. "Avoiding your questions? There would be no questions if you haven't been ignoring me for weeks and don't you dare say that you haven't when I know for a fact you were home when I would knock or when I would wave to you and you would pretend you did not know me."

"Okay. Im sorry. I didn't mean to ignore ya. Is just want the best for ya. Yous really belong with them rich people."

"Do I Spot because I have been miserable. I am with a man who does not allow me to speak without him allowing me to, who does not truly care about my opinions, and wishes for me to be perfect all of the time. I can't even breathe is this corset which they have tightened to suit his needs!" I yelled at him infuriated. He looked at me intently. "Sorry." He said simply and I laughed wiping some tears from my face before they could fall. "You know. Yous don't gotta hold it in."

"Proper young lady's do not sob and ruin their makeup. They much always be happy." He pulled me into his arms as I cried. "For what it's worth. Yous look beautiful without all the paint on ya face doll." My arms held my waist as I struggled to breathe. "What's wrong?" He panicked looking at me. "The corset it's too tight." He quickly took off my camisole then tripped my corset off of me and I gasped for air thankful for it to fill my lungs. I coughed a bit as he supported me up with his arm. Our chests were close to each others and I looked up at him. Our lips hovered centimeters apart. "We can't." He whispered. "Why?"

"Yous getting married."

"I don't wish to get married with him." He backed away quickly. "Still. It's not right." I put my camisole back on and frowned at the now torn corset. "My mother will not like that this has been torn."

"I think she'd hate it if she found her daughter suffocated laying on the ground lifeless."

"I must agree."

We sat down on his crates talking through the night and it felt like this whole marriage thing didn't even exist. It felt like none of it existed. When I am with him it's just me and him. Not a single person in this world matters. "I must go. It is almost midnight."

"I'll come by. Not tomorrow but the next night. 1am sharp."

"Why not tomorrow?"

"I've got work to do. Thanks for the chicken by the way. I haven't had something home cooked like that sense my mom died when I was 6." I smiled. "You're welcome."