Rocka Bye Baby((Irish))

[Poet]

By the time they reached the apartment, Duana had finally made up her mind and was fast asleep in her basket. Poet opened the door of the apartment with the key Irish had handed her and she walked inside. She was too exhausted to really look at the moment so she turned to Irish and spoke softly.

"Which room is ours?"she asked him as she held his hand in hers, she wasn't sure which room to go to or what was even in the apartment yet, she doubted that they had any of Duana's stuff yet other than what Mercury had handed them at the wedding. She offerred her hand out to Sean to take the basket, she figured until they had Duana's crib that she would sleep in the room with her and Irish, in her little basket.

[Irish]

Irish had kept his eyes on Poet for most of the trip home. He was concerned about what it would all do to him. Sean was enjoying carrying Duana and seemed a little crestfallen when they finally arrived. Irish helped Poet up the stairs and helped her through the door. "We're in the back room." he said, gesturing. Sean immediately set Duana down on the twin sized bed that was his, it was against the wall, next to the window and behing the door. He immediately began fixing a little bed for Duana in an old laundry basket at the foot of his bed. Irish led Poet into their room.

Here, Irish's money was well spent. A large and comfortable looking bed with thick blankets and soft pillows, a small dresser with mirror, a window with nice curtains (thanks to Moira, who could sew) and a solid white door that led to the fire escape. A few pictures hung on the walls. They were mostly from Sean's friends in the mines, a few of which could paint extraordinarily well. There was a door to their room.

In the next room (the one that also held Sean's bed on the furthest left) was also the main room of the apartment. A small stove and sink stood on the right, with two counters with cabinets, an icebox, a small round table with four chairs, a small sofa, and to finish the room, a tub full of Sean and Irish's books (they were found of reading, plus Grandda had threatened to burn the books unless they took them with them). Then inbetween the tub and Sean's bed, was the front door. Which Irish had been sure to pay the extra money and outfit it with locks and chains.

Irish helped Poet to the bed. "Oi think Sean can handle Duana for one night. He'll run and get us if she's hungry. He's good with kids, Oi assure ye. The lavatory's down the hall, we share it with a few other families, but it's not bad. Oh, and we might need to run and get water sometimes. The sink and tub don't always work, ye see." He yawned. "Oi need to talk to ye real quick. Oi know we need godparents for Duana and Oi thought about it. Oi was thinkin' of Sean, but he's still young, unprepared. So, Oi want Hawkeye to be the Godfather. He was me best man, after all." Irish and the Harlem leader's friendship was legendary. It went back for forever.

[Poet]

She followed him into the room and listened as he spoke, she did agree with Hawkeye as Godfather but she figured as well that they couldn't just depend on Hawk, after all they would need a female, a godmother because she knew Hawk would be busy with tryin' to make a living. She sat down on the bed and ran a hand through her slightly matted hair as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm sure Sean'll do jus' fine with Duana...I trus' him greatly..."she told him at the mention of Sean taking care of the baby for the night. She kept thinking as she looked into her husband's eyes, he looked slightly concerned and she reached out and took his hand in hers.

"Ya alright? Ya look worried sick Irish..."she whispered softly as she gently pulled him to sit beside her on the bed. She thought over all the girls she knew well, all the girls she trusted, she knew Hope very little which was why she wasn't so sure quite yet. She knew Hawk fancied the girl, but she wasn't sure that would be the best plan. She looked down and let her hair fall back into her face as she sighed.

"I agree about having Hawkeye be the Godfather but....."she wondered if she would be stepping over the line with her suggestion that was about to come next. She knew that Hawk and Ace got along very well, the two were so close as it was and well truthfully, Poet had known Ace much longer. "I think Ace should be Godmother......I trust her and well, her and Hawk could easily take care of Duana and cooperate with each other even if they aren't together, Ace and Hawk have always been so close to each other I think it'd be best,"she said as she looked back up into his emerald eyes.

[Irish]

Irish thought about this. "Ace? Isn't she a little... All over the place? Oi mean, if something happens to us, Oi don't want our daughter having the wrong kind of influences. Ace is fine, but sometimes, the people she hangs around with... Like that Henri fellow. Oi've met him, and..." He shook his head. "Oi don't trust him."

He looked at her. "Yeah, Ace is fine. But you'd better tell her, if she needs to raise or take care of Duana, well, just tell her to stay away from and disreputable people. My Duana's gonna go to school, and become rich and be happy her entire life. Even if Oi have to live to one hundred and have to work everyday." He nodded.

[Poet]

Poet listened to Irish and tilted her head, she recalled Ace telling her how repulsed she had been with the Henri fellow and how smitten Kitten had been. She shook her head slightly at her husband,"Irish I think yer gettin' Ace and Kitten mixed up wit each otheh again...Ace was absolutely appauled by Henri, she said she left as soon as she could, Kitten was the one flirtin' with the De'lion boy,"she corrected him as she lie down on her side and looked over at him. She was exhausted but she wanted to spend some time with him, talking, holding him, being with him before he would have to get up early and go to work in the morning.

She took his hand in hers and with her free hand she patted the empty spot beside her,"Lay wit meh Irish, hold meh,"she spoke softly to him. She trusted Ace and she wanted him to trust her too, but he had agreed and for now that was good enough for her, she did not feel the need to argue with him, she did not want to ever argue with him.