Brooklyn, Baby | Spot Conlon ²

Chp. 34: Staten Island

"Do you realize what is happening here?!" The father yelled at his son.

"We've been outsmarted by that little bastard once again," He replies.

"Well, good, you aren't a complete idiot."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Heard some little Brooklynites talking,"

"And?"

"Spot and Kenny went back to Brooklyn last night, alone."

The father rolled his eyes. "Great, last thing we need is another bastard junior running around."

"But what if it wasn't the last thing?"

"I'm listening,"

"There is, if we presume correct, now an unbreakable bond has been formed."

They both look at each other.

"A child."

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Meanwhile in Brooklyn, the two lovers hadn't left bed all morning.

"What time is it?" Kenny asks groggily.

"Does it matta'?"

"No," She smiles.

"You're so beautiful." He moves her hair out of her face.

"Oh, stop it,"

"I mean it,"

"So do I," She replies, but all he does is smile.

It had taken them so long to finally be together in peace, and they were basking in every second of it.

"But, nonetheless, at some point we should see daylight," She goes to sit up, but motions him to turn around before doing so.

He raises an eyebrow. "Still?"

"I still have my dignity." She says, the Vanderbilt shining through.

"After your little show last night, I's questioning that statement." He scoffs, but turns around, laying toward the wall.

She grins despite her blush, and pulls on undergarments and one of his button downs. As she finishes buttoning, she lets him know he can turn back.

He looks her up and down, her cheeks threatening to redden.

"Come on, doll, my shirt? You's doin' it on purpose."

"You have no proof." She pulls on her pants, tossing him a pair.

She fixes her hair in the mirror as she waits for him to fully dress himself. She was just about done tucking a loose strand away when she felt a pair of large hands on her hips.

Lips tickled under her ear and her stomach grew butterflies. She smiled in the mirror, the pair looking back at her was almost foreign.

He stopped and looked too.

"Crazy how time goes by," He says.

"Yeah," Her voice is small.

He kisses her forehead before pulling his cap on. The two exit the room in a comfortable silence to find Bucky.

"Long night?"

"Shut up." Spot slung his arm around Kenny and they walked out.

"So, doll, what do ya want ta do today?"

"Wait, you don't have anything you must do?"

"Nope," He pulled her closer. "My schedule's clear for you's,"