Chapter 158

The dinner was a quiet and somewhat surreal affair. Megan couldn’t wait for it to end so that she could go back to her room and lick her wounds.

Jon had a hard time not to jump up, taking Megan into his arms and tell her how much he loved her and no matter what, that they would work things out. But the woman next to him prevented him from doing that. She was carrying his baby and he was just as much to blame for it! Why couldn’t it be different? Oh Lord why?

Richie was in shock, he didn’t even taste the food or the wine he chucked down his throat. Fuck me! This is a screw up! Megan and Dorothea!?

He watched Jon closely, he could see Jon was having the battle of his life within him. He was obviously torn between his love for Megan and his responsibility towards Dorothea.

Jaden came back and found the adults all quiet and distracted. He shook his head.

Adults! He’ll never understand them!  They bored him to death. Knowing that it was almost passed his bed time he said his goodnights and disappeared to his room, hoping he could sneak a quick comic episode  before his mom comes up for the night to check on him.

Megan almost ran from the table as soon as dinner was done. Richie offered to help but she didn’t even hear him. It was when he touched her arm that she acknowledged his presence and smiled weakly at him.

He came back with arms full of dishes and found her staring at through the window into the darkness, tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh, Meg! I’m so sorry about this!”

He stood behind her, encircling her with his long arms, resting his chin on her head.

“I have to tell him about my pregnancy too. Lord! This sounds like someone is playing a cruel joke! Two women pregnant from the same man at the same time? Am I dreaming Richie?”

“No honey..no you’re not, unfortunately.”

She shook in his arms and he held on tighter. All this stress and shock wasn’t good for her, dammit!

“I guess we have to join them and act all happy huh?”

“I guess so, but just for a little while.” Richie growled.

“Don’t you dare leave me with them! Don’t you dare.” She poked his chest playfully.

“Never.” Kissing his fingers, he held them up in the air in a solemn promise.

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Jon looked up as they entered the sitting room. Concern for Megan was written clearly on his face although Dorothea didn’t pick up on it.

The two men’s gazes locked for a moment.

Megan stayed for an hour or so and excused herself, pleading a headache. Richie followed not too long after, poking his head into her room he made sure she was ok and said his goodnight as he retired for the night.

Jon sighed as he closed the door behind him. Holy fuck! Dorothea was pregnant with his baby! What if the baby Megan was carrying was his too? How could he be so stupid! He hit his fist against the door, cringing as pain shot through it. Ouch damn!

Taking the steps two by two he had just one thing in mind, talking to Megan. Her expression when she found out Dorothea was pregnant will haunt him forever! Swallowing a shaky breath, he knocked lightly at her door.

Megan was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the knock. Standing on the patio, she knew Dorothea had left. She needed the cool breeze to blow all the cow webs from her mind.

“Meg?”  his voice was right behind her, a low, rumble.

She didn’t turn around. She didn’t want him to see her tears.

“Meg, baby please look at me.” It was a heartbroken plea.

“Please Jon….I cant …”

She felt his fingers close around her arms, felt him swinging her around to face him.

The moon turned her tear streaked face into silvery trails. Her shoulders were slumped and the look in her eyes so lifeless it scared him shitless.

“I’m sorry.I ‘m so fucking sorry baby.”

He enveloped her in his arms, guiding her head onto his chest. Megan thought she might me imagining it but the next warm drop fell into her hair and confirmed it irrevocably.

Knowing that he needed some solace as well, she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back lovingly.

The excruciating pain turned into a dull thud, making breathing easier and minds clearer.

How could he ever let this happen between him and Dorothea? All he ever wanted was in his arms at the moment. She was his life, his love, his reason to breathe and face this shitty world everyday. He will not let anything keep them apart, not ever again!

Her breathing had slowed down, her body had melted in his as it always does. They were so right together! So damn right.

“Jon?” it was a soft feminine whisper.

“Yes, baby.”

“There is something I need to tell you too.”

Jon closed his eyes. Oh God this is it Bongiovi. Are you ready for this?

“You don’t need to tell me.”

She didn’t move, she was too comfortable in male fur and male scent and argued from her comfortable cocoon.

“I have to…”

“No you don’t baby. I know what you’re going to say…you’re pregnant.” His arms tightened around her.