Chapter 165

Jon couldn’t keep his hands off her and they sauntered towards his parents with him glued to her back, his arms coiled tightly around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. Megan tried to escape , knowing the look she’ll receive from Carol, but he didn’t let up. This was his lady and as soon as the world knew it, the better.

Richie snickered when  he saw the two walking in, glued to the hip. Tilting his head towards Carol, he waited to see and enjoy her reaction. His wait was rewarded when he heard her outraged gasp and saw the daggers flying from her eyes.

“Hey mom, dad.”

Carol nodded her lips pressed tightly into a thin white line. John smiled as he saw the little scene before him. At last! His son had woken up! Standing up he kissed Megan, a satisfied light shining in his eyes.

“Hello son, about time!” He slapped him gently on the side of his arms, seeing that his son wasn’t going to let Megan go soon, it was the only way to greet him.

“Jon, I don’t understand.” Carol almost bared her teeth at Megan.

Megan felt Jon’s arms tighten.

“What mother?”

Oh Lord these two was going to be at it again.

Turning her head, she pleaded at Jon.

“Jon, maybe we should sit down.”  His holding  her was upsetting his mom and she didn’t need to be the cause of it.

Reserving his satiny voice just for her, he purred in her ear.

“You stay just as you are, baby. I’m not letting you go .”

Richie enjoyed Jon’s display of utter disregard for his mother’s venomous attitude. The boy had some back bone! Geesh he wouldn’t fuck with Mrs. B. Sneaking a look over to the older woman he suppressed a shudder. No fucking way!

“Don’t you have a responsibility towards Dorothea now?” She was challenging him openly. The air was so thick   Megan felt like  choking. John didn’t like his wife’s tone but Dorothea was pregnant with his grandchild, or so he heard. He knew Jon would reassure his mother that he would support her. He knew his son. Jon will do the right thing.

“You two are quite cozy nowadays aren’t you mom?” Irritation surface, digging deep lines around his mouth.

Richie frowned. That was quite true. Mrs.B knew everything before Jon even has the chance to tell her. Hhhmmmmm. He smelled something and it wasn’t the smell of roses…..more like shit.

Carol hid the sudden flash of pink on her cheeks by stuttering  quickly.

“You know we are friends Jon and don’t change the subject.”

“Yes mother. I have a responsibility towards Dorothea. I told her so and I’ll keep to my word. What happened between us was a mistake. One night of drunken stupidity, but I’ll support her any way possible.”

“How can you say that? You created a child with her and now you’re just going to ….to take up with her?” she lay accusing eyes on Megan.

Richie saw fury flashing in Jon’s eyes, matching his own rage at that moment. Mrs. B was taking this too far! An indignant look glittered in Megan’s eyes and he felt like he could just jump up and shield her from this woman’s insensitivity.

“SHE HAS A NAME DAMMIT!” Megan stood to one side as Jon charged at the table where his mother was sitting.

“Don’t you shout at me! I’m still your mother!”

“Show some respect then! Don’t you know you have to earn respect, not demand it!  Megan has never done anything to give you any reason to treat her like shit!”

Richie stood up and took the shaking Megan in his arms, rage coursed through him like a field fire. She curled up into his protective arms, burying her face in his chest. A sudden nausea whooshed through her and she looked at Richie.

“I gotta go!” She rushed from the patio, all eyes looking at her.

Richie turned, a snarl displayed his perfect teeth.

“Mrs. B I know this is a family affair and that  its probably not my place to say anything. But that girl there…” he pointed towards the door where Megan just disappeared into.

“is the most amazing person I had the pleasure to meet.  She is a wonderful mother, an honest, loving and kind lady with a heart of gold. You haven’t even tried to get to know her but you feel you have the right to treat her like a piece of crap! For your information she is pregnant too, much further than your dearest Dorothea and yes its Jon’s. So would you please in the future refrain from upsetting her? Sorry bro’. I’m going.” He looked at Jon, nodded and stalked towards the door.

Carol , John and Jon gaped at Richie’s outburst. Well damn! Someone stepped on his nerves!

“She is pregnant too? Oh God in heaven Jon! Have you ever heard of condoms? “

“My sexlife has NOTHING to do with you, mother.”

“How sure are you that the baby is yours?” She grasped desperately at a straw.

“Oh fuck! Not you too? No wonder you and Dorothea are such good friends! YES the baby is mine and YES I’m going to marry Megan. Come hell or high water she will be my wife. Any further questions?”

He waited for an answer he but the silence settled over the patio  .

“Good so now that we understand each other. You wont be welcome in my house if you cant respect my future wife. You owe her an apology and I suggest you apologise soon or you might miss my wedding.”

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Richie found her hugging the toiletbowl.

“Don’t let her upset you honey. You’re only harming the baby.” He coaxed as he brushed her hair from her face.

“She hates me so damn much she can’t even say my Rich!”

“Now that you’re gonna become a Mrs. B too, she’ll just have to accept it and get to know you and when she does she’ll see how wrong she was. Hell baby what’s not to love?”