Today's my wedding day. That's the first thought I have when I wake up. I rub my stomach slightly, trying to calm my fears and the baby's, even though I'm not sure if the baby is scared or not.
I decided I have to tell Spot today. I have to give him a chance to respond before he's married to me as feels he can't leave. I'm not saying he'll leave, but I honestly have no idea what he'll do.
"Jay?" Jack asks from the doorway. I look up. "We hafta go ta a docta appointment for Sarah ta check up on the baby."
I lay back down with a huff, staring at the ceiling and blindly twisting a lock of hair in my fingers.
"Ya can come if ya want," Jack tells me, probably wanting me to see what it's like, but I honestly want nothing to do with it. I'm indifferent about my whole situation, just plain scared. I shake my head.
"Nah," I decide, standing up and stretching. I feel Jack's eyes on my stomach and choose to pretend I don't notice. I don't know what he's thinking and I'd prefer to keep it that way. "Thanks though."
"When are ya gonna tell Spot?" Jack asks. I walk to my dresser and pull out some Newsie clothes. Might as well wear them while I still fit because in a few months, I won't be about to fit into anything I wear now. My waist is tiny now, I can't imagine how hard it is going to be to find new clothes.
"Taday," I answer him. I toss my night shirt over my head and put on the plaid one. Jack nods, mutters something along the lines of 'good', and leaves my room. I hear some talk and it fades away slowly. I hear the front door shut and I know I'm alone.
As soon as I'm dressed, I jog to the New York Sun's main office where I know I'll find Spot writing. I walk into the door and almost crash into Our Man Denton, but it doesn't really click it's him at first.
"Sorry, sir," I say. He walks past me, but then, grabs my arm. I turn and look at him before engulfing him in a hug. "Denton!"
"Hey, sweetheart!" he exclaims. "You're back."
"Yeah, that I am," I tell him. I pull away from him. "Heard ya got promoted and ya run the place now."
"Aw, shucks," Denton replies. I smile.
"That's great, Denton!" I tell him. The smiles and then, looks at my hand.
"Nice ring you have there," he says with a small smirk. I blush.
"Yeah, thanks," I say. "Speakin' a which, I's lookin' for Spot. Ya seen 'im?"
"Yeah, he's working in the back," Denton says. I nod and Denton adds. "I better be invited."
"It's taday at the Chapel down the road from the lodgin' house. Starts 'round six. Hope ta see ya there," I say, smiling. The sun is shining brightly today and, for New York, the air smells fresher than I remember it ever being. It's a beautiful day to have a wedding. Denton nods.
"Wouldn't miss it, sweetheart," he says. I smile and hug Denton one last time, thanking him, and heading into the back of the office.
I open the door slowly, seeing Spot who looks very out of place to me. He's hunched over some papers with his brow creased and a pen in hand.
"Hey," I say. Spot's head snaps up and then, he looks worriedly at his watch. Then, he relaxes.
"Hey, Jay," he says, standing up. I walk over to him. He hugs me tightly and I sigh. It's now or never. I have to tell him, no matter how scared I am. Regardless of my fear, I can't do this alone.
"Careful," I say, pulling back slightly. "You'll hurt the baby."
It takes the news a moment to settle into Spot's brain, but then, he lightly grips my shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes.
"You're...." he starts, tears welling in his eyes. I nod nervously. He hugs me tightly and I can feel tears dripping onto my hair. I press against his warm chest.
"Yeah, I am," I say shakily. He presses a kiss to my hair. He rests his lips there.
"We can do this," he mumbles into my hair. I nod, the tears pouring harder. Spot caresses the back of my hair.
"I d-didn't know how ya w-would respond," I sob into Spot's shirt.
"I would neva leave ya," Spot says. He releases me and wipes my tears. Then, he adds while laughing. "Do ya think I'm gonna be a good dad?"
"I hope so," I laugh. Spot punches my arm lightly and playfully.
"What's 'at s'pposed ta mean?" he chuckles. I shrug my shoulders innocently.
"Our baby's gonna need a good daddy, but somethin' tells me you'll do," I tease Spot. He shakes his head at me, smiling and jotting a few more words down.
"Do ya know the baby's gender?" Spot asks. I shake my head and give him a look.
"No, I'm only about two weeks taday," I tell him. Spot looks at me oddly.
"How long have ya known?" Spot asks. I wince. I didn't tell him as soon as I could've. But, I tell him. I feel it's a good idea to abolish the habit of lying to my soon-to-be husband and just nip it in the bud now.
"I's honestly know for 'bout a week," I answer sheepishly. Spot opens his mouth to talk, but I stop him before he can. "And, before ya say anythin', I was scared out a me mind and, ta be fair, I haven't seen ya much in the past week."
"I guess you's right," Spot agrees. "Why is 'at?"
"Why's what?"
"How come I ain't seen ya much?" Spot asks. I shrug.
"I've been scramblin' 'round wit weddin' preparations all week," I point out. Spot nods again.
"Hey, I gotta get back ta woik," he says sheepishly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smile.
"S'okay," I tell him. "I gotta get ready anyways."
"A'right," Spot says, kissing my lips gingerly. He starts to pull away, but I reach up and pull his face back for another, longer and more passionate, kiss. "I'll see ya later, me love."
"I'll see ya soon, me king," I reply, exiting the New York Sun building....
"Jack!" I call, running to my brother as fast as I can in a wedding dress and high heels. Jack scoops me up and spins me around, kissing my forehead when he sets me back down. Tears glisten in his eyes.
"Jay, ya look so beautiful!" Jack says. I wipe his tears away. "I can't believe ya gettin' married."
"I can't believe I'm marryin' Spot Conlon," I tell Jack, laughing.
"Imagine if I hadn't letcha come wit us ta Brooklyn," Jack says. I roll my eyes.
"Ya know I woulda found a way," I tell him. "I was a mischievous little prick, way back when."
"I guess you's right," Jack laughs. Then, we hear the music begin to play. I link my arm through Jack's and he opens the doors.
Spot is the first thing my eyes go to when I enter the room. Standing there, looking dashing in his tux, waiting to marry me. I love him so much. My stomach erupts in butterflies.
I get to the front and see Race, the ring bearer, standing with the rings on a fluffy black pillow. The priest calls for the rings.
Spot picks his up first.
"Gilbert William Conlon, do you take Jaylinn Ida Sullivan to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, for rich or for poor?" he asks. Spot nods.
"I do," he says sliding the ring on my finger. I stare at it's beauty and then, pick my ring up.
"Jaylinn Ida Sullivan, do you take Gilbert William Conlon to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, for rich or for poor?" the priest asks. I nod, a tear breaking past the barriers.
"I do," I reply, putting the ring on my finger. The priest nods.
"You may now kiss the bride!"
Spot lifts my veil and kisses me passionately. I can't believe.
Jaylinn Conlon. That sounds nice.
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Brooklyn *Spot Conlon Love Story*
Romance"In my defense, I've never really known a guy as more than a friend. Never really looked at a guy that way and don't see why I should." ~ Jaylinn Kelly. Yes, she says that now, but what happens when she meets the fearless, King of Brooklyn and her...
