Here you have it, ladies and gents. The 3rd addition of The Right Cards. I think you get the idea of whose turn it is to fess up this time….
FOR THE LOVE OF SKY MASTERSON, PLEASE REVIEW!
And thanks to all those that have reviewed so far! Also, I added in several slightly adjusted quotes from the film, if any of you have seen it. I know this is on the Broadway play, but I'm a visual sort of person and therefore the movie is what I've based some of this off of. Don't sue, please!
The Apartment of Nathan Detroit
Nathan whistled happily as he fiddled with his keys. He hadn't felt this confident since his wedding. It would have been since the Havana bet but since that had worked out so well….
"There we are," He slid the key into the lock –
"Oh, Nathan! How are you?" the door swung open and Adelaide stood before him, beaming delightedly. "Oh you must be so tired from work! Why don't you go relax and read the paper, darling? Dinner is almost ready!"
Perhaps a little too delightedly.
But, he'd been with her so long that he'd grown quite used to Adelaide's unrelenting optimism.
He had only a few moments to take off his coat and hat before she threw her arms around his neck, looking up at him with those adorable hazel eyes. He smiled and kissed her forehead. She rested her head against his chest, grinning rather dreamily as she fantasized over the future. Oh, she was sure they'd be such wonderful parents with such adorable children – wait… child.
Don't get ahead of yourself, she thought. Only one for now.
Only the slight burning smell coming from the kitchen jarred her from her daze.
"Oh, the stew!" She untangled herself from his arms and rushed off to the kitchen. Nathan chuckled quietly as he sat down on the sofa, unfolding the newspaper, allowing his eyes to glaze over as he concocted an explanation….
Which was decidedly difficult when dealing with Adelaide.
"How was your day, darling? Were you busy? Oh, I can imagine you were, working at a big bank with a big new job! Oh, I can't wait to write to mother about it! She'll be delighted to know that you've transferred from the A & P. I always suspected that you weren't fit for the supermarket business anyhow."
Nathan glanced up from the paper absently, nursing his beef stew as if it were a second life force.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah, it was busy." He mumbled.
"What did you do?"
"What do you think I did, doll? What most bankers do, open checking accounts for a couple of bird-brained newlyweds who wanna spend a couple million on some mansion in the Hamptons when they've only got a few hundred bucks in their savings."
Adelaide frowned. "Surely it's more exciting than that." She stated dryly.
"Oh relax, baby. I ain't gonna go quit my job and go back to the cards. It's boring sometimes, but every job is at one point or another. I like what I do."
She smiled, slightly relieved. "Well, I'm glad you're happy. I'd feel simply awful if you were working a job you didn't like, and all to keep us together."
Nathan chuckled. "What can I say, I'm a model husband."
Adelaide nodded appreciatively, but her heart was racing within her chest.
Oh, quit stalling, she thought. What's the harm?
"Nathan, I… I have something to tell you."
"It's very good news." She beamed, as if he'd suddenly get the hint.
"Yeah, keep going."
"And… it's very exciting."
He sat back in his chair. "Yeah, Adelaide, I got the happy-exciting part. Now cut to the chase."
"Well… I uh… I…"
"What is it, Adelaide?"
"Come on, spit it out."
"Well… Nathan, you're… you're going to be a… a father."
Apartment of Sky and Sarah Masterson
For a moment, he merely stared at her, his face completely expressionless, as if he hadn't heard her. Then, slowly but surely, realization set in.
"You're… you're… Sarah, you are kidding, aren't you? Aren't you?" he asked earnestly, his eyes filled with a terrified uncertainty.
"No, Sky. I'm not kidding."
"So… ya mean that… that we're… I'm… gonna be a… a father?" he said the words slowly, as if he was having difficulty with the sounds. Sarah nodded.
"Yes, Sky. You are going to be a father and I, a mother." She smiled at him softly and rested her head against his chest. "Oh darling, isn't it wonderful? I've always dreamt of having children, teaching them bible verses and dressing them up for church and getting to see their first communions and confirmations and – "
Her words were lost as a torrent of stricken silence seemed to overtake him. At the moment, he couldn't decide what was more terrifying: Actually having a child of his own, whom he would father and care for, or his child being turned into a religious zealot. Though the first one sounded decidedly better, neither of the options in particular made him feel any more confident in his situation.
The very thought seemed so preposterous. He, Sky Masterson, one of the most elite gamblers in the whole of New York. He, Sky Masterson, almost always allied by Lady Luck, enabling him to make and win the most radical bets in the history of cards.
But, he, Sky Masterson, a father? The word sounded so alien on his tongue.
"Sky? Sky, do you hear me? Sky, answer me please."
He glanced up at her. "Huh what? Oh I'm sorry baby, what did you say?"
"Oh, never mind. You were thinking about it, I'm sure." She said quietly.
He nodded slowly. "Oh yeah, yeah. I was… I was thinkin' about it." He murmured.
Sarah looked up at him, her heart slowly beginning to break within her chest. A husband and wife weren't supposed to be so sullen in this type of situation. They were supposed to be happy and excited; a child was a blessing from the Lord, not a punishment.
"Oh Sky, don't worry about it. I told you," she smoothed his ruffled hair back and turned his face toward her so that she could look into his eyes. "You'll be a wonderful father. And besides, we'll know what to do when the time comes. It's just instincts."
He looked at her morosely. "Will you, kid? I won't."
She sighed. "Yes you will. I know you will." Her voice sounded almost pained. "Please Sky, tell me you're happy. Tell me you feel as blessed as I."
Sky took her in his arms. "Alright. I'm happy, I feel blessed." He smiled at her. "Just a little surprised is all."
"Good." She hugged him, feeling his strong arms wrap around her, but gently. She'd known in her heart from the very beginning, things would work out.
Apartment of Nathan and Adelaide Detroit
"Nathan, Nathan did you hear me? Nathan!"
"Huh, what, what did you say? What was that?" His blue eyes stared aimlessly out into the kitchen, a dazed look on his face.
"Nathan, haven't you been listening for the last five minutes? I told you," she put on her broadest smile. "You're going to be a father. We're going to be parents, darling."
His at first shocked expression broke into something of a nervous grin. "Adelaide, baby," he chuckled uneasily. "That's… that's very cruel you know, goin' about tellin' a lie like that. I mean really, doll, if you wanted to get my attention you shoulda' just asked. No need to… spin a web about havin' a kid. You lookin' to give me a heart attack? I should remind you, my family has a history of heart disease, you know."
Adelaide glared at him darkly. "Nathan, I am not telling a lie."
He laughed more heartily now. "Of course you aren't, doll." He bent in and kissed her nose. "You're just goin' off fantasizing again about those five kids. Spending all your time dreamin' up stories for your mother, why, that would even make me start believing 'em."
"Hush, baby. Let's talk about kids when we're ready, alright." He smiled amiably, as if that had closed the discussion, and lit up a cigarette.
"Nathan, listen to me!" she snapped, and immediately he looked up at her.
Her face was a mixture of sadness and annoyance. "Nathan, I'm telling you the truth. I'm not fantasizing about anything." She tried for a smile. "I really am pregnant, Nathan. I have been for a few weeks now. When the doctor told me, I was just so… so afraid of what you'd think, I mean, what with us not discussing it before, and… and…." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and almost as if instinctively, Nathan pulled his chair beside hers and put his arm around her.
He looked at her with a sort of… calm collectedness.
"You really are tellin' the truth, aren't you?" he said slowly, quietly.
She nodded vigorously. "Yes, Nathan." She smiled softly. "Please tell me you aren't upset."
"As long as you name the kid after me."
"Only if it's a boy."
"Well… it better be." He answered gruffly.
She smiled and leant her head against his chest. "Of course, Nathan."