Chapter 123

Sipping her coffee,  she sat back into the big chair, listening to the conversation, not really feeling the need to participate. She had about just enough conversation for one day anyway.

Realizing that Megan had extracted her from the conversation, John turned towards her. She looked so young sitting crawled up in the big chair. He could see where his son’s infatuation with the girl came from. Her dark curls bounced with every move she made, shining as it caught the sunlight, her smile brighten the day and he didn’t miss her curvaceous body either. She sure was a stunner!

Knowing Jon’s history with women, he knew that his son might have been blinded by her looks but he sure as hell hit the jackpot where her personality was concerned. The gentleness in her was apparent even in the polite manner of his grandson. She was a wonderful mother although she might have been a teenager herself when she fell pregnant. Poor girl! What she must have been through. Why did she take so long to tell Jon about his son?

Seeing her husband’s thoughtful eyes on Megan she felt her irritation rising. He was so smitten with the girl. What in heaven’s name was wrong with the Bongiovi men? Couldn’t they see her for what she really was?

“So tell me Megan. Where did you and Jon meet?”

Swinging her head towards Carol, she smiled, her eyes shards of ice.

“Through my mother.”

“I don’t understand?”

Jon leaned forward, his tone low and warningly.

“Mary and Patrick are her parents, mom.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“You mean…?”

“Yes, Jon’s housekeeper and landscaper. Or the lowly cook and gardener as you would probably put it.”

Megan said it lightly but no one missed the venom dripping from her words. Everyone was taken aback by Megan’s sudden hostility.

“Why would you say such a dreadful thing? I don’t have a problem with the fact that your mother and father are hard working people. “ Carol blushed furiously.

“No you are just glad that you’ve proved your point. That I am a …. what did you call me? A conniving gold digger…is that it? My parents couldn’t provide me with a bottomless pit full of money so I set my sights on a rockstar…”

She slipped out of the chair. Seeing Jon’s confused and then fuming eyes. She didn’t care, she had enough.

Walking around the table she pecked John on the cheek.

“It was nice having you for lunch. If you would excuse me, I have a blinding headache that needs to be taken care of.”

Resting her eyes fleetingly on Carol, she flashed her a sardonic grin.

“Good day Carol.”

Jon stood up. Stopping him with an upheld hand, she spoke softly, her energy drained. Hurt shot from her eyes.

“Please do stay Jon. Visit with your parents.  I need to lay down.”

Hell she was pissed! Flabbergasted he sat down again, catching the glint in his dad’s eyes.  She might not be Italian but shit she had the temper to match and John liked it, what he liked even more was his rude wife’s silence. She didn’t see that one coming!

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Megan stumbled up stairs. The headache was now a full blown migraine, spots danced in front of her eyes and she could barely see where she was going.

Hunting in the medicine cabinet she took the precious tablets from their container, washing them down quickly.

Closing the curtains she undressed, leaving only her panties and bra on,  she fell down on the bed with a huge painful groan.

Oh God! How she hated these attacks!

Fighting the hammer chiseling away at her brain and concern about the disastrous day she finally fell into a restless sleep.

Sometime later she woke up, her food forcing its way towards her throat. Running towards the bathroom in a mad dash, she embraced the toilet, emptying her stomach, the pain now a razor sharp dagger in her brain.

Oh, Lord! I hate this, why do I have to go through this ever so often?

Still hanging onto the toilet she heard Jaden’s concerned voice.

“Mom! Are you ok?”

“Yes, baby. Just one of my awful migraines. I’ll be ok.”

He eyed her suspiciously, she had a  grey pallor and her eyes seemed huge. He knew about her migraines and knew it doesn’t always go away so soon. When she almost dunked her head into the toilet bowl again, he made a run for Jon.

Jon watched as his parents’ carlights disappeared. Today didn’t go too well, and there were times that he felt he could throttle his mother. He had never seen her act like this!

“Jon! Jon!”

Jaden almost collided with him.

“Whooaaa buddy! What’s wrong?”

Waiting for the boy to catch his breath, he had this strange feeling something was wrong.

“Mom…she is really sick!”

Seeing his son in distress had him up in arms. He wasn’t too fond of his poor mother these days, so for him to be so upset there must have been something really wrong with Meg.

For a young boy he kept way ahead of Jon as they took the stairs two by two.

His heart was pounding when they rushed into the room. The room was dark, the only light came from the bathroom.

Jon felt physically sick when he reached her. She slumped tiredly over the toilet, her face a shocking grey.

“Baby! God are you ok?”

“Ooooh go away. I’m ok. I told you its only a migraine.”

Kneeling down beside her, he brushed the hair away from her face.  His voice was soft and gentle.

“Why don’t you shut up and let me take care of you, ok?”

Slipping his arms under her floppy body, he picked her up, carrying her towards the bed.

She felt like a ragdoll in his arms.

Jaden flicked on the bedside lamp and Megan flinched.

“Why don’t we keep the light off ok, sport?”

His eyes searched her painstricken face, she was in horrendous pain. Laying her down, he searched for his cellphone, finding it he called the doctor.

“Doc? Its Jon here. I’m doing great, but I have a favor to ask. Is it possible for you to come over to my place?  Thanx Doc.”

He sagged down next to her.

“Buddy why don’t you bring me a wet cloth?”

Obediently he trotted towards the bathroom, returning with a cloth.

“Is mom going to be ok? I know she gets this, but I’ve never seen her this bad!”

He watched his dad with huge blue eyes, his lips quivering.

Pulling the boy closer, he made him sit down, keeping his arm around the tiny shoulders.

“She’ll be ok. The doctor is coming and he’ll fix her as good as new.”