Brooklyn Baby | Spot Conlon ¹

Chp. 32: Love

"Spot?"

I close the door, and look at the boy laying on the bed. His eyes are closed, and some strands of hair are falling in his face. His hand lays on his side, and his stomach is bandaged, and exposed.

I walk over, and gently push the strands of hair away. I decide not to wake him up, but he stirs in his sleep anyways. His eyes flutter open, blue orbs shooting over to my face, and widening.

"Kendall?"

"Thomas," I laugh softly.

"Y-You came back,"

"When I heard what Skiddy did to ya, I needed ta see ya," I say, tears welling up in my eyes. "Spot, I missed ya so much,"

"I missed you too,"

"I'm so sorry," I cup his face in my hand, and he leans into it. "I-I--"

"Don't be, it's okay, Kenny,"

I lean down and kiss him, my insides bursting into frenzy of flames. My heart dances in joy as he kissed back. A year later, here we are, back together. Fate must really want us together.

He pulls me so I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently sits up, and I help him.

"Things have been so dull here," He says. "Everyone missed ya,"

"I missed everyone," I say softly. "I thought about you everyday,"

"I thought about you too, and all I wanted was ta talk to ya,"

"I won't eva leave again, Spot, I promise."

He kisses me again, and holds my hand.

"How's ya stomach?"

"Bleedin'," He says.

"I'm gonna kill Skiddy," I say seriously. He laughs. "What?"

"I said tha same thing,"

"I's serious, Spot, he coulda' killed ya,"

"Can't have that,"

"No, I just got ya back." I pout. He smiles.

"Did ya see Jackie boy?"

"Yeah, he n' Race are outside."

"He missed ya too, turned miserable,"

"I lost him once, then I lost him again," I say. "I really need ta stay in one place." I laugh.

Spot laughs gently. "Yeah, ya do."

"I think you ain't carryin' tha banna anytime soon, Tommy,"

"A lil' scar never killed nobody," As soon as he says it, he chuckles.

"What's so funny?"

"Chucky said that,"

"When?"

"A couple days ago, when he brought us ta you," Spot says.

"That was Wood,"

"Wood is Chucky,"

"Wait, Chucky, the one who was shot?"

"Yeah," He says.

"Wow, I had no idea. I've talked to him like three times," I laugh.

"Turns out he's alive, but couldn't come ta New York because times are tough, ya know?"

"We know," I say. "Wait, how are ya paying for tha hospital?"

"Jack got ya aunt,"

"Oh, good."

"Kenny,"

"Yeah,"

"I want ya to spend more time in Brooklyn," He says. "With me,"

"I'd be glad to, Spot," I smile.

Eventually I was laying next to Spot in the hospital bed, cuddled under his arm. We talked about random things, just catching up. Every now and then he'd kiss me, and we laid there for hours.

"Kenny, every time we break up, we always end up back togetha,"

"I know," I smile. "We's just meant fa each other,"

"I can't live without ya, you know that?"

"I would neva want to, Spot,"

"Kenny, I love you," He whispers. I look at him, and lean down to kiss him.

"I love you too, Spot."

We kiss again before Jack and Race come in. I get up to give Spot his bed back for him to rest. Jack and Race talk with him for a few minutes, but Spot steals glances at me. I smile at my shoes, and Race gives me a knowing look.

"We's gonna head back," Jack says. "You comin'?"

"I'll stay here,"

They leave us alone again, and I kiss Spot before taking a blanket on the couch next to his bed. Despite his constant asking for me to sleep with him and not on the couch, I deny his request. He's the one who should be comfortable.

I fall asleep, for the first time in a year, knowing Spot loved me back.

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