A/N: Hello everyone! Please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: March 1900
Jaime's POV
Spot came in through the doorway with Jack trailing behind him.
He came over and kissed my cheek.
"I's got her from here Cowboy."
I raised an eyebrow as Jack nodded and walked out with Davey.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Nothin'."
"Yeah right. You's two are plottin' somethin'."
"It's nothin' I swear," he laughed.
"Sure."
I didn't believe him. They were definitely up to something.
I glanced over at the window and saw the sun begin to go down. I slowly began to get up.
"Whoa whoa whoa. What do you's think you're doin'?"
"Gettin' air?"
"Not in your condition."
"I'm sick not pregnant."
"What's that about being pregnant?" Jack yelled from down the hall.
"I's said I'm not nimwad!"
Spot snickered and I shot him a look.
"This is your fault," I stated.
"How is it my fault? You's were the one who brought up being pregnant!"
"I's said I's wasn't!"
"Either way you's still brought it up!"
I rolled my eyes and kept getting up.
"You's can join if you'd want but I's am not stayin' in that bed for a second longer."
I kept a hand on the bed in case I blacked out again. Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I looked up and saw Spot gazing down at me.
"I's got you's," he mumbled.
"I's know."
We headed out to the balcony to watch the sunset.
"I'm sorry about Coney."
"Don't be. Like I's said, we'll go another time. Who knows maybe we'll sneak out tomorrow and go."
I laughed, "because that worked out so well last time."
"It would've if that rock hadn't been there!"
Flashback: Valentine's Day
I got up to get some water when I heard foot steps outside the door.
Weird. It's probably just Kloppman.
I heard them again but it sounded like a cane tapping the ground.
What on earth? I grabbed a broom Kloppman had left and walked out. I looked around for the intruder when I felt my arm get pulled and my mouth get covered.
"Shhh," a familiar voice hissed.
I licked his hand.
"Seriously," he whisper shouted.
"Don't be creepy and that won't happen."
"I's wasn't being creepy."
"Oh yes because breaking into my home-"
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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...
