Jon lifted his face to the ceiling, eyes closed, and
counted to ten. This had been the longest six hours of his life. This was why he religiously ran on the treadmill and stayed healthy. He needed the energy to keep up with his hyperactive sons.
Lord, God
almighty. Dottie must've given them a gallon of
coffee before I came by.
Jake and Romeo had been on a wild tear ever since he got
them from Dorothea’s, chattering non-stop on the car ride and then racing through the apartment like animals escaped from the zoo. He wasn't to the end of the driveway before he figured out why Dottie didn’t tell him goodbye, but good luck. If she hadn't had a genuine look of sympathy on her face, he would think she
did it on purpose.
“Romeo! Get your Optimus
Prime out of the kitchen floor! If I
step on it one more time, it’s going in the recycle bin!”
Somewhere beneath the giggles and screams of 'brotherly love', he thought he
heard the doorbell.
No way. Not yet.
Twisting his watch around so that he could see its face, Jon found that it was almost five. As eager as he was to see Petey, he hadn’t even had the chance to change his shirt since refereeing the food fight between Jake and Romeo at lunch. Her sweet cotton candy probably wasn't going to mix well with the stench of crusty hot dog sauce.
No way. Not yet.
Twisting his watch around so that he could see its face, Jon found that it was almost five. As eager as he was to see Petey, he hadn’t even had the chance to change his shirt since refereeing the food fight between Jake and Romeo at lunch. Her sweet cotton candy probably wasn't going to mix well with the stench of crusty hot dog sauce.
The only positive note to the whole that was that they only did this shit at home. They'd been raised well enough - by their mother - that they acted like little angels in public.
Dorothea needs more alimony.
Dorothea needs more alimony.
“Steph? Could you
get the door please?” His eldest was in the
living room tinkering with the jukebox that had finally arrived yesterday, and admiring her taste in electronics. If Petey didn’t run for the hills
after an evening with his darling heathens, he hoped she would help him get it up and running. Anything to get his tenacious daughter off his back.
She’d done nothing but prod him about it since she got here.
I love my
kids. I love my kids.
“Yeah, Dad!” came the voice of his girl-angel.
“I’m gonna run upstairs and change. Tell Petey I’ll be right down,” he called
over his shoulder, shaking his head at the screams of pain that morphed into giggles and banging from the boys’ room.
“Okay!”
Taking the steps two at a time, he paused mid-way and took the chance to
yell at Jesse on his way through.
“Jess! Are you about ready?”
“Yeah!”
What had ever made him think this was a good idea? The first time she was subjected to the full
impact of his brood should not be on
the streets of New York, or among a huge crowd of basketball fanatics.
The boys have never
made a spectacle of you or themselves in public. They’re just getting it out of their systems now. Besides, with those whack jobs who paint their faces and wear colored afros, they'll blend right in.
Dropping his t-shirt in the hamper, he flipped through
the hangers until he found a favorite blue Henley shirt that was only slightly
worn. Dorothea probably would’ve hidden
it from him if they were still married, because women just didn’t understand the redeeming qualities of a shirt or pair
of jeans that had been thoroughly broken in.
He could wear the same two pairs of jeans and three t-shirts for a
month. They got more comfortable the
longer he wore them.
He ran a quick brush through his hair and swiped on some
deodorant. Grabbing his jacket, he strode through the study and into the hall before coming up short. Stephanie was standing as sentry to the stairs, with her arms crossed and a ferocious look contorting her normally pretty features into those of that little kid in The Omen movies. If he’d been a teenage
boy - hell, less of a man, even - his testicles would’ve shriveled.
I’ve got to talk to
Dorothea about what she’s teaching this girl.
He crossed his arms similarly, tucking his jacket in the bend, and
returned her look with only half the ferocity. “What?”
“Daddy!” she hissed, just like that demon-possessed kid. “You’ve turned her into a…” Her head quivered as she fought for the right
word. “…Democrat!”
“I've done no such-“ Wait.
What the… WHAT? His brows slammed down in complete bewilderment. “What the hell is
that supposed to mean?”
One long, delicate finger pointed down the stairs with
all the disapproval and scorn of an old school marm. “You are such a hypocrite! Go see for yourself. Go look at what you’ve done, Mr. White Bread Rock Star.”
“Hey!” His own finger snapped up with a threatening wag in Stephanie’s face, and he asserted his
authoritarianism and paternal rights. “You listen to me, young lady. I’m still the father
here, and you will show a little respect.”
Fuming blue eyes narrowed into angry slits. While she refrained from saying anything
further, he could swear she was mumbling about his not knowing what respect
was.
At this point, he was more than a little curious as to what turned his daughter into a snarky hellcat. Jon strolled calmly past his simmering offspring with a smugly muttered, “And she was born a Democrat,” before taking the steps down two at a time.
Once his boots hit the floor of the lower level, he quietly made his way to the living room where he could see the backs of three heads lined up on the couch. Petey’s sleek dark head was in the middle, and the smaller ones of Romeo and Jake were on her left and right, respectively. The boys were enamored with whatever she held in her lap.
Once his boots hit the floor of the lower level, he quietly made his way to the living room where he could see the backs of three heads lined up on the couch. Petey’s sleek dark head was in the middle, and the smaller ones of Romeo and Jake were on her left and right, respectively. The boys were enamored with whatever she held in her lap.
Jon slipped up behind the couch and, leaning silently forward over her shoulder, saw that
she was manipulating the parts of Optimus Prime so that he looked like a rocket. Optimus Prime was only supposed to transform
into a car. No wonder the boys’ eyes
were as wide as saucers.
“Hey,” he greeted her quietly, putting a hand on the
shoulder of her baby pink sweater. She
tried to swivel her head to look at him, but Romeo’s palm on the side of her
face prevented it.
“Da-aad!” he complained with a fierce look that he must
have learned from his sister. “She’s
almost finished. Don’t talk to her!”
The slight shoulder under his hand shook with restrained
laughter. “Sorry. I’m almost done,” his imp said in a low
voice.
Jake took his turn to scowl at Jon before pinning his
eyes right back to what Petey was doing.
Jesus. What happened to kids that loved me to the exclusion of everything else??
It looked like it would be a few minutes, so he gave an exaggerated huff and sidled away from the couch to toss his jacket on the chair. When he turned back around, Stephanie’s eyebrows were raised and she was jerking her head toward
Petey. Apparently whatever indiscretion he'd committed would be revealed by an inspection of Petey.
Sighing, Jon took his first good look at his… girlfriend. It was
as good a label as any.
The inky hair was smooth and shiny, having obviously been flat ironed again. He couldn’t see her face, but her clothing was disappointingly tame – a soft, pink sweater with a big cowl neck, skinny black jeans and a pair of dress boots that were also black.
The inky hair was smooth and shiny, having obviously been flat ironed again. He couldn’t see her face, but her clothing was disappointingly tame – a soft, pink sweater with a big cowl neck, skinny black jeans and a pair of dress boots that were also black.
“There you go guys.”
She handed the finished rocket to Romeo, and Jake ran over to get a
closer look at the newly converted toy.
Petey unveiled her dimples, smiling up at Jon. “Who knew an engineering degree would be so
useful?”
He smiled back at her, now understanding what Stephanie
meant. If Petey had any makeup on at
all, it wasn’t much. Her eyelashes may
have been darkened, and there was a shiny pale tint to her lips, but that was
it. No funky jewelry, no funky
boots. Nothing of her usual
eccentricity. If it hadn’t been for the
pink tipped hair, she would have been… plain. She was still a gorgeous woman, but this wasn’t his imp, it was Patience.
“Glad your fancy degree didn’t go to waste,” he agreed,
unsure as to how he felt about her appearance.
Was it good that she wasn’t going to draw any undue attention, other
than her slightly offbeat hair? Or had she sold herself
out for his ego and reputation? He
intended to find out, and find out right now.
“Jess,” he acknowledged his son, who had just entered the
room. “Gimme five minutes and we’ll go
get Ashley. Petey…” Jon held out his hand to help her from the
sofa. “…can I talk to you in the
kitchen?”
Pale blue eyes became wary. Pale blue.
She wasn’t even wearing her crazy contact lenses. He absolutely loved her blue eyes, but he’d
gotten so used to expecting the unexpected with her…
Jon shook his head as they walked hand-in-hand to the
kitchen, with Stephanie mumbling ‘I told you so’ as they passed. Once they rounded the doorway, he casually twirled Petey
around to face him. Bickering was the
last thing he wanted to do, so he started with an easy kiss on her cheek. “Hi, Sugar.
How are ya?”
“I’m okay.” Both her
voice and her body language were wary. “How
are you?”
“I’m good.” The
ebony curtain was satiny soft as he pushed it back to reveal an unadorned
eyebrow. “You look beautiful, but can I
ask you a question?”
“Yeah…?”
“What’s Patience doing here?” was his gentle
inquiry. “She doesn’t seem like the type
to enjoy a basketball game with a bunch of rowdy kids.”
Guileless eyes blinked up at him in surprise. “I just thought…” Her gaze slid beyond his right shoulder and
out the kitchen window. “With your kids
and all…” She blew out a breath and
pushed a hand through her hair, causing it to slither into disarray. “I don’t know. I was trying not to embarrass you or them.”
“Baby, come here.”
A leisurely tug had her standing within the loose circle of his
embrace. “Three weeks ago – hell, maybe even
a week ago – I would have gratefully
accepted your thoughtfulness. But that
was before I met Patience. Don’t get me
wrong. She was a stunning, well-spoken socialite who gave the appearance
of perfection.” He feathered a kiss
across her brow. “With no imp qualities
whatsoever. I fell in love with an imp. Petey, not Patience.”
Relief flooded her face, and her little body went from being rigid to melting into his.
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” he chuckled, squeezing her close. “I've grown up a little lately, and I think you should strive to live up to the message you tattooed on your back.. ‘To thine own self be true’. Do that, and I promise I’ll never be embarrassed by
you.”
She dipped her head with a bashful smile, and her cheeks
were rosy as she burrowed into his shoulder.
The bulk of his flesh muffled her voice when asking, “But what about the
kids?”
He threw his head back and barked with laughter. “Do you have any idea what
Steph said to me upstairs? She accused
me of being a hypocrite and turning you into a Democrat. A Democrat, for God’s sake! Trust me, Sugar, my kids like you as is. A woman who knows her way around Optimus
Prime is as good as a rock star.
Probably better.”
She giggled into his chest, and then eased away from him,
flattening her palms lightly against the hard pectoral muscles hiding under his faded shirt. Standing on tiptoe she went in for
a sweet, clinging kiss. “I already loved
you, but that cemented the deal. I don’t
know when or why it happened, but thank you for loving the real me.”
Framing her face, he stole one more smacking kiss before
letting his hands slide down to capture hers.
“That goes both ways, Sugar.
Now. Are you ready to hit the
road with the traveling Bongiovi circus?”
“I can’t wait.”
"I fell in love with an imp. Petey, not Patience.”
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwwwwww, I *love* this Jon.
Ok, gotta go find kleenex...this had me seriously tearing up.
I LOVE this. I love that Jon is encouraging her to live by her own rules. He has grown up. :). Great chapter, Blush! The tattoo reference was beautiful - choked me up a bit. I think everyone should just be who they are, despite anyone else's opinion. Mark these last two chapters down on my list of favorites please. ;)
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Great chapter and love Stephanie. Super chapter kiddo keep them coming.
ReplyDelete*blub* *blub* I am SO pleased for Petey - SO Pleased!! Way to go Jon - and way to go Steph!! Brilliant! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm loving that they are so good now and relaxed. Hope it last!! The kids are all right!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful job~no surprise there!
ReplyDeleteAwwww Way to go Jon you dealt with that perfectly. And Steph she is so much what I always thought Dottie was like. Petey can come out and play again.... Good chapter
ReplyDeleteIs this the calm before the STORM........I see Thunder and rain clouds coming ahead.
ReplyDeleteI hope this game dosen't backfire on them. I have a bad feeling...
ReplyDelete~Tina
I hope they know what they are doing by going to a public place. Unless, it's all part of the plan?? Jon telling Daniel in his Jersey Way - Have A Nice Day!?!?!?
ReplyDeleteThis was a very touching chapter. I love how the kids just took to Petey. She might be cooler that a Rockstar Dad...lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for the double dose....again
Well technically speaking, they don't know that Petey is their Dad's new girlfriend. To the young boys, she is just the fun lady who knows how to fix games!! Lets see how it goes when they know that she is Dad's new girlfriend.
DeleteI might get a backlash for this but I'm hoping that it doesn't go down the same route of the kids loving their Dad's new girlfriend. In all these stories, the kids always love the new girlfriends and always are just so happy. Lets bring some reality to the situation, not all kids love their parents new love. I would love to see that happen here maybe with Jacob or even Jesse. Just saying.
Then don't read it! It's just for fun! And I'm enjoying this story very much and it seems so is a lot of other people, so if your going to critize write your OWN story!
DeleteI agree rudsit. This is FICTION after all. If you don't like where this story is going or where it has been don't read it. I for one have enjoyed it from day one. It is an amazing story.
DeleteLove the add blush...amazing as usual...now am watching the first of the concerts at the new meadowlands stadium...I was there! Can't wait to see them at Bamboozle next weekend...:) (Sorry my comment went away from the story a little) :)
ReplyDeleteThat's okay! :). I should mention that there will be a pause in the production schedule next weekend while I'm at Bamboozle anyway. Thanks for bringing it up.
DeleteThere's your warning. Lol.
What the...WHAT? No posts next weekend while YOU'RE at Bamboozle?? Not fair! I think you may have to reward us with video footage. What do ya think? *wink* <3
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I should have been more specific. I'll be trading in my keyboard for a camera. Let's hope I can somewhere within sight of the stage. Lol.
DeleteI think you ought to keep on writing while you are Bamboozle. You own us that much, how dare you have a life! LOL! Enjoy your time at Bamboozle, have a ball!! Maybe it might give you some inspiration for this stor.
DeleteOoo-kayyy. Fine. We'll take video over chapters for next weekend only. Just remember WHO we would like to see video of! :-D. Also, should you find yourself inspired, feel free to share with us. Cause you, my lady are going to be missed!
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*cough*
DeleteI intend to keep her too busy with drink and talk to write!
That's quite alright...hopefully you'll get plenty of inspiration...I hope the lounge area is very close to the main stage...otherwise I'm finding my spot right in front and staying there...all day long :)
ReplyDeleteAmen!
Delete- If he’d been a teenage boy - hell, less of a man, even - his testicles would’ve shriveled.
ReplyDeleteI’ve got to talk to Dorothea about what she’s teaching this girl -
Love those lines. You come up with some classic lines. If you ask me, Dorothea is teaching her just right.
Could this be how Mrs Bongiovi finds out about Petey, seeing them on the TV? then she calls Tony and says "have you seen that woman with your brother? At least I can count on you to always make me happy" and then Tony leads with "it's funny you should say that Mom because I am seeing........." - BELINDA
Ok woman your allowed to enjoy bamboozle only if you leave us with some good juicy chapters!!!! God what will I do....... BTW love the fact that Jon admitted to missing his Petey.
ReplyDeleteHave a great Bamboozle time next week. You might bump into some of your Finnish readers there, too (I won't be there, unfortunately) ;-)
ReplyDeleteStephanie is great! I bet Jon is secretly very happy to have only one daughter...
“I fell in love with an imp”. *swoon*
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