It's Brooklyn Baby- Spot Conlon X Reader

Part 15

The ride home was silent. "William?" I spoke up quietly as I sat down in the rocking chair in the living room. "I'm off to bed. We will talk about your behavior in the morning." His tone was dark and stern. I bit my bottom lip rocking in the chair softly trying to soothe myself. I cannot cry over another man in front of my husband. Then I would surely get it. "Well, are you coming?" I gave a fake smile and followed him up the stairs into our room. As he wrapped his arms around me I noticed the difference in his grip compared to Spot's. Cold. Firm. Harsh. Almost like he was saying I belonged to him. As for Spot; when he would hold me his hands were warm, Soft, and kind. It would feel like I was being cradled by silk sheets on a winter's night even if he didn't have any. Yet as I am laying on silk sheets now it feels like I am laying in scratchy wool.

I turned to face away from him as he began to snore loudly. Now I let my tears fall.

In the morning after breakfast, I sat in the library by the burning fire crocheting a blanket. William had yet to talk to me and I was becoming nervous. I just hope he wasn't absolutely infuriated with me. He could be quite malicious when provoked or upset. "Y/n." I heard from behind me. "Yes. My dear?" I again pretended to smile. "You are having my child?" He asked with a smile.

"Of course."

"Then why have you lied to me? Instead of going to that poor girl's home you went off with that garbage and told him before telling me." His smile slowly turned to a frown with every word he spoke. "No. That is not..."

"Don't lie to me! I had to be told by another imbecile that you were with him after getting injured while working. Now how in the hell did you get the news so fast when it happened merely 30 minutes before I had gotten the message? Especially when you were supposed to be in Manhattan."

"Spot is just my frien"

"Shut up." He spoke again this time softer than before. "You are lucky you are pregnant with my son or that pretty face of yours that I love so much would be bruised up." He walked up to me slowly then kneeled in front of me gripping my face with his hand. He smiled an eerie smile that sent shivers down my spine. "Tell me you love me, my wife." He said as he began roughly kissing my neck. "I love you." I choked out trying not to cry. "Again." He whispered nipping and sucking then tearing the top of my dress. "I love you," I said again. Again he was rough. My back against the harsh carpet scratched at my back almost painfully. I said nothing at that point except for small moans to try to help get him there faster so this would all be over. When it was over he kissed my lips and walked out. I curled up into a ball scooting closer to the fire and staring at it. I let tears fall from my eyes. This would be my life now. Not the sweet innocent life that I would have with Spot.

I thought about him and pictured what would have happened if he didn't tell William and if we went about our plans.

I smiled sitting in the small wooden rocking chair that he had built for me, watching him build a little crib for our baby as I was sewing a small quilt to add to the little crochet blankets, baby clothes, and glass bottles to our collection of things that we would need.

"Spot you should rest. Your back has just healed and you go back to work tomorrow. You shouldn't tire yourself so quickly. We have at least seven more months to worry about a crib."

"Is knows. Is just so excited to see her or him. Gosh I hope it's a girl." I smiled at that comment. I want a girl too. "Besides yous sewing that quilt. Yous gotta rest too."

"I am not the one who is injured."

"No but yous expecting and I want yous to relax too."

"Well most of what I am making is for extra money. Ritch women love quilts and dresses hand made by someone who knows exactly what high quality is." He nodded kissing my cheek. "So when's supper?"

"Give it about 30 more minutes to bake. I'm surprised you're not asking what it is this time." I smiled. "Is don't gotta know. All I knows is that if its yous who is cooking it then its gotta be the best thing Is will ever have."

"Well we are having roast beef and Franconia potatoes."

"Like Is said. Delicious." He set my things to the side as I furrowed my eyebrows a bit confused on what he was doing. "What? Can't I dance with the motha of my child?" He asked almost reading my mind. "Spot there is no music." I laughed. "Ah wes don't need it." He twirled me around and kissed my cheek making me giggle.

I smiled at the thought of it. Then frowned again. That would never happen now. I don't know if he will even be alright after all of that. He will be at bed rest and of course he has friends to help look out for him, but not all day like I could of. After a while I stood up and collected the shreds of my clothes that resigned on the floor and tossed it into the fire. I then grabbed the robe that laid on the chair opposite to where I was sitting and put it on walking out of the library.

One Month Later

Dinner was mostly quiet except for the small conversations that held no meaning. "The bank says I have 10 dollars out of my account. Buy yourself something nice today with the governess?"

"No. The baby."

"And what did you buy for the baby."

"A cradle and a few bottles." He smiled. "We will have such a strapping young man. God pray that it won't be a useless girl. At least not till the third child. First, two must be boys in case the first one doesn't make it." He said it so casually which admittedly upset me so I took a bite of the roasted vegetables that were on my plate so as not to say anything that I would later regret. "This squash is overcooked darling. Absolutely putrid. I like it better when the maids cook. Though I can't blame you. You're not used to such labor." I faked a smile. "Yes. I am sorry." He smiled continuing to eat and sip his wine. "Darling." I spoke up. "Yes."

"May I go out with one of the maids? My dresses are getting tight and I should like to pick out new fabrics and have some new dresses that will fit me."

"Please. I don't see any difference yet. Not sure if you even really are pregnant." I nodded my head and silently continued to finish my meal.