Irish's Room

[Street]

Where the co-leader sleeps part-time. He works alot so the disturbance had better be good.

[Poet]

((Takes place the day after Masquerade was so they can easily talk about the baby thing))

She awoke and turned on her side unaware of where Irish had taken her, halfway to his destination, she had passed out in his arms from the trauma of the attack on herself and the drastic event of Elli's death. She opened her eyes and realized he had taken her back to the Harlem Lodging house and she was in his room. She sat up slowly, her head spinning slightly because of how fast she had gotten up. She looked around the room but she didn't see him, she figured he probably woke up before her and went to grab breakfast or had a problem to help Hawk with. She looked down and was thankful to be out of her dress and see that he had managed to put her into one of his shirts that fell down to her knees on her but fit him just right. She let her hair fall into her pale face as she thought, she tried to remember everything from the masquerade but the most important thing that stuck out to her was the fact she had told him she was pregnant, she had told him what she had wanted to wait on telling him for the right time and she told him at the worst possible time. She shook her head and ran a hand through her waves of hair as she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"what're we gonna do...?"she muttered to herself in fear, fear that as a leader she would have to pass her position over to Spade or Hunter because of this, fear that Irish would have to work day in and day out just to get by, fear that they would no longer be a part of the newsie society, her home for years now, was it going to be gone? She closed her eyes and shook her head, ontop of that worry came the worry of whether she was ready or even capable of being a mother right at this time in her life.

[Irish]

Irish was in fact, no where near the his room in the lodging house. He was downstairs in the dining hall, going over figures. He had several papers in front of him and groaned in frustration. He hated math. He hated anything to do with school. Why, he'd dropped out when his dad died. That was years ago. He looked around. Like this lot would know how to do sums... He thought angrily. But what he had been able to do, it wasn't enough. Even with the factory job five days a week for ten hours, then the dock work for five hours after that five days a week, then the odd jobs he picked up, selling papes, hawking watches, shining shoes, holding horses, cleaning windows, painting houses, running errands, it still wasn't enough!

What was he to do? He spotted a boy sitting down the table from him. A brillant plan formed. Sean made money... Levi had an apartment that he would fight for, but Irish could fight. Maybe... Maybe if he kicked Levi out, had Sean move in with him and Poet, then continued working... But what about rent... Didn't Levi say it was free, 'cause the landlady's daughter was actually the blonde prostitute's and Levi knew this and blackmailed them both? If he could continue that blackmail, this might just work. First to get rid of Levi, but Street was good for that, or was she? She'd been hanging around Mush too much. What about Asher? Nah, he was hung up over Ace and someone or something... Well.

He grinned. Levi was easy, Moira could get to him. She gotten him to before, hell, she got to everybody. Irish stood gathered his papers, snatched some bread and milk and climbed the stairs. "Poet! Eh, Poet! Oi've got it. Here, listen to me plan." He said loudly, barging into his room, glad to see her awake, if pale. So, he told her his plan. "Oi know ye'll like Sean, he's quiet and never brings home gals. The only thing's his bird. Ye like birds, right doll? And if ye want, Oi can make sure ye have a pet to, so ye ain't so lonely when Oi'm working. How's that sound?" He asked eagerly, his hands flying. "Oh... What are ye gonna name it?" He gestured to her stomach. "Oi know it's early, but Oi wanna be prepared. See, Oi like more traditional Irish names, but Oi know how ye are about yer Italian stuff."

[Poet]

At the sound of his bellowing she looked up at the door when he barged in and spilled out his plan and began asking her questions. She tilted her head and pushed the blanket off of her and stood up looking at him. "Slow down Irish...slow down..."she muttered as she looked him in the eye. She was thankful he was trying to figure things out so fast, but he needed to step back for a second and look at the whole picture. Wait did he just say "it"? She looked down when he gestured to her stomach and then she looked up to meet his eyes again. "It? Irish it's not an it, it's a child do ya not see that.."she said her voice held a small bit of agrivation at his antics at the moment. She grabbed the chair beside the bed and leaned against it to help herself stay up as she ran her free hand through her hair.

"Irish I'm glad yer tryin' ta figure it all out realleh but you need to sit down for two seconds and listen ta meh ok?"she told him as she pushed the chair toward him,"Sit.."she told him in her voice she used with her kids back at the lodging house when she needed them to calm down. She began pacing slowly and she looked down at her feet,"An Irish name is fine we'll decide on something together, Sean, that's fine too yer brother is fine I have no problem with him or the bird, as fer another pet fer meh it's not neccessary hun, now for first steps ok, we need to look at the big picture, we're not even married yet, of course we're engaged but we haven't even stepped passed that line into the wedding proccess, ok well I have and Hunter and Spade have been helping me, I was gonna surprise ya but it's abit too late fer surprises now don't ya think? So I need yer help ta focus on this first please,"she explained to him as she turned back to him looking at him desperately.

[Irish]

Irish looked at her. "Oi know it's a child. Ye think Oi'm dumb? Oi was just usin' 'it' because there's no way ta know whether it's a boy or girl. And... Oi'm a little uncomfortable with the whole thing anyway... It sorta just happened... And remember, ye told me it was yer safe time, so of course Oi just sorta jumped in to it, without thinkin' about anythin'. But if Oi'd known what would have happened, Oi would've waited until we got married. Probably should've anyway..." He muttered, thinking hard.

"Oi don't like plannin' things, ye know that. Plus Oi figured ye'd want to handle it all... 'Cause ye get kinda scary when ye want somethin'... But uh... We gotta keep it cheap, ye know... But! Oi talked to Asher Cromwell and he talked to Medda and we're gettin' Irving Hall for free. But Oi had to agree to let Asher and this new showgirl perform in order to get it for free, but ye won't mind will ye? Asher's a good singer and the girl's nice, ye'll be the center of attention anyway. Oi'll make sure no one that ye don't want there won't be there. Oi only need Sean, my sisters, my mom, my aunt and uncle, and Grandda of course." Irish took a deep breath. "So, the rest is up to ye."

[Poet]

She listened to him and slowly walked over to him, gently sitting down in his lap. "Irish...I'll have Spade, maybe Ace and Hunter help meh out with this, and Asher and the girl can perform that's fine...I'll take care of the wedding...you take care of what you see fit..."she said gently as she ran a hand through his hair and looked into his eyes. "Do you really think we made a mistake?"she asked him softly as she tilted her head, at first she had thought it to be a mistake but before she told him, she had come to realize it was what he had wanted, and she actually wanted it as well. She wanted a child, someone that was her's and his, to bring a child into the world with part of her and part of him in the being, she wanted it. "Irish....I think it's a gift...I think we're lucky and we'll do jus' fine,"she whispered to him as she leaned her forehead against his.

She wanted him to relax for a moment, tell her it wasn't a mistake, tell her he loved her and wanted this, she wanted it and he had wanted it, so just because it didn't happen in the proper order, did that really make it a mistake?

[Irish]

Irish shook his head. "Oi think it was a mistake not to wait until we were sturdier and more financially secure, but it's is a gift. Oi never thought Oi'd be a father, especially not with a girl like you, Poet." Irish kissed her forehead, touched her stomach. "Don't worry yeself. Just do what ye want and Oi'll take care of the rest. Is there anyone ye definitely don't want comin'? So Oi know who to look out for..."

[Poet]

Poet thought for a moment at Irish's question,"As long as nobody causes problem on my wedding day, I don't care who comes, just try and make sure Killer doesn't show up....the last thing ya need is meh dead or anyone else..."she muttered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder,"Irish...we'll do fine, you'll make a great father...and we'll be stable eventually, I promise, no matteh what it takes we will be fine,"she whispered to him knowing he needed the reassurance, knowing he needed her trust in him. She kissed his cheek and closed her eyes leaning against him,"I love you irish, more then anythin' and as long as we're togetheh we can beat any obstacle in our way,"she whispered.