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tallulahgs[Title] Happy Home
[Fandom] Chicago
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] After it all ended, Amos didn't think he'd marry again. (Amos/OC)
After it all happened Amos figured he wouldn't ever get married again.
He told himself he liked it better that way. Keep the apartment for himself, put stuff down and get to pick it up again, no more losing collars and ties in a gale of pink silk and flower cotton.
Only whenever he was actually home – and he wasn't so much, working all the hours he could and going to the bar when he had even a little bit of dough to spare – whenever he was actually home it didn't feel so good, it didn't feel like home at all. He missed how he'd find chocolate or cake in the fridge – not that he liked that sorta stuff, Roxy only ever bought it as a treat for her, but it was cute soft-shaped sweet stuff like clouds. Or how she'd have her record player going most all the time, jazz singers mostly, and her singing along quiet. How she mumbled in her sleep and her feet were cold. He'd spent lot longer not living with a woman than he had, so why'd it suddenly feel like something was missing?
But he still figured he wouldn't get married again. Not that anyone'd be wanting him to ask her. He'd thought it was too good to be true shacking up with a girl like Roxy, and it had been. Girls didn't want someone like him. He ought to know that now. Better to know it.
(He thought sometimes of him and her and a baby all in this apartment, getting under each other's feet, all awake in the small hours.)
Sadie was the sister of one of the guys at the garage. He didn't notice her for a long time, but he didn't notice most people for a long time. He went to work and he went to the bar and he went – back to the apartment and he mostly couldn't have told you who he spoke to.
Sadie spoke to him, shyly, asked him how he was doing. She always came by to drop off her brother's lunch. She wasn't chatty, not like Roxy had been. She only said what she needed to.
Like when she said, Amos Hart, are you gonna keep on pretending I don't exist, or are you gonna come for a walk in the park with me before it starts raining again?
Like when she said, I noticed you first time I came in, a guy with kind eyes like you've got.
Like when they were sitting together in the dark and the apartment still didn't feel like home and he sort of tried to explain why and things got even darker, and she held his hand and then she said, She really did a number on you, huh?
Of course he proposed to her in the end, because that's what you did, and if he hadn't people would've looked at her funny and he didn't want that, he didn't want to be stringing her along. He proposed to her, and she said yes, but he never told her he was waiting for it all to fall down because that's what it did. He thought maybe she knew, though. Her eyes were always sad when she looked at him.
[Fandom] Chicago
[Rating] G
[Notes/Summary] After it all ended, Amos didn't think he'd marry again. (Amos/OC)
After it all happened Amos figured he wouldn't ever get married again.
He told himself he liked it better that way. Keep the apartment for himself, put stuff down and get to pick it up again, no more losing collars and ties in a gale of pink silk and flower cotton.
Only whenever he was actually home – and he wasn't so much, working all the hours he could and going to the bar when he had even a little bit of dough to spare – whenever he was actually home it didn't feel so good, it didn't feel like home at all. He missed how he'd find chocolate or cake in the fridge – not that he liked that sorta stuff, Roxy only ever bought it as a treat for her, but it was cute soft-shaped sweet stuff like clouds. Or how she'd have her record player going most all the time, jazz singers mostly, and her singing along quiet. How she mumbled in her sleep and her feet were cold. He'd spent lot longer not living with a woman than he had, so why'd it suddenly feel like something was missing?
But he still figured he wouldn't get married again. Not that anyone'd be wanting him to ask her. He'd thought it was too good to be true shacking up with a girl like Roxy, and it had been. Girls didn't want someone like him. He ought to know that now. Better to know it.
(He thought sometimes of him and her and a baby all in this apartment, getting under each other's feet, all awake in the small hours.)
Sadie was the sister of one of the guys at the garage. He didn't notice her for a long time, but he didn't notice most people for a long time. He went to work and he went to the bar and he went – back to the apartment and he mostly couldn't have told you who he spoke to.
Sadie spoke to him, shyly, asked him how he was doing. She always came by to drop off her brother's lunch. She wasn't chatty, not like Roxy had been. She only said what she needed to.
Like when she said, Amos Hart, are you gonna keep on pretending I don't exist, or are you gonna come for a walk in the park with me before it starts raining again?
Like when she said, I noticed you first time I came in, a guy with kind eyes like you've got.
Like when they were sitting together in the dark and the apartment still didn't feel like home and he sort of tried to explain why and things got even darker, and she held his hand and then she said, She really did a number on you, huh?
Of course he proposed to her in the end, because that's what you did, and if he hadn't people would've looked at her funny and he didn't want that, he didn't want to be stringing her along. He proposed to her, and she said yes, but he never told her he was waiting for it all to fall down because that's what it did. He thought maybe she knew, though. Her eyes were always sad when she looked at him.
