Dorothea woke up, something didn’t feel right. Since yesterday she had this heavy , achy feeling in her stomach. Yesterday’s drama played through her mind and she buried her face in the pillow as it replayed again.
Someone had knocked on her front door and as she opened it she found Richie filling it.
The usual friendliness was absent in his eyes, replaced by a suspicious glare.
“Hello Richie. What brought you here? You wanna come in?”
Nodding stiffly he stepped in.
She offered him coffee and he accepted, the absent smile on his face worried Dorothea but she pushed it aside.
Handing him the coffee she sat down.
“So Richie. What’s up. Its obvious you didn’t come here for a friendly visit.”
“No I didn’t.” he gulped the hot liquid down.
“I’m here to talk to you.”
“About?” she didn’t like this.
“Who was that man you had coffee with a few days ago.”
Bingo! Richie saw all color drain from her face and he was as sure as ever he just hit paydirt.
“Who?”
“C’mon Dot. The blond married man? You know? “
“It’s just…a friend.’
“Listen Dot. Lets cut to the chase. You are hiding something and I’m going to get behind it all. Just know the game is on. I won’t let you destroy Jon and Megan’s life together. “
“I don’t know who put you up to this. But you get the fuck out of my house and go tell them there is nothing to hide. I’m pregnant and its Jon’s child. They better accept it.”
Richie’s sarcastic snort filled the room. He looked ominous in his long coat.
“Who said anything about the baby Dot? I didn’t say ANYTHING about the baby. Do you have a guilty conscience?”
He stood up and walked out the door without looking back, leaving a very distressed Dorothea behind.
Dorothea got off the bed, as her feet hit the floor she felt something running down her thighs.
~~
The break of day brought a wealth of bird chatter. Jon woke from his sleep. Megan was still in his arm and on his chest. An overwhelming feeling of tenderness swooped through him. Lifting one hand he tilted it gently , letting the morning glare from the window catch the stone on her ring finger.
“Admiring your purchase Bongiovi?” her voice was still groggy from sleep.
“Admiring how beautiful it looks on your finger. Look how the light catches it.”
“What time are you going?”
“After breakfast baby…I have to, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’ll see you in a couple of days anyway. I’ll go make us some coffee and get the breakfast going and you pack you bag.”
Megan was setting the table when Jon walked in. Just as he reached for her , the phone rang.
“Fuck! I told them I didn’t want to be disturbed!”
He recognized the number and opened his phone.
“Dot?”
The mention of her name stilled Megan’s hands. She didn’t want to eavesdrop but he was standing right by her side. She decided to give him some privacy and went to the diningroom. Jon didn’t seem to notice.
“Whooaaa, Dot. Honey calm down…”
There was a moment of silence and then a very shaken voice.
“You what?! Oh God. Dot listen to me..did you call an ambulance? Ok ..ok calm down, unlock your frontdoor and go sit down. I’ll call them.”
By the mention of ambulance Megan was back. Jon was ghostly white and his hands shook as he punched in the emergency number. She just stood there, hearing him bark out the address and the nature of the emergency.
Dorothea was bleeding!
He closed his phone and turned towards her. His eyes huge blue shards of ice.
“She is going to lose the baby Meg. God forgive me.”
He hauled her into his arms and almost crushed her ribs. Knowing the anguish he might feel she held onto him, stroking his hair.
“Baby I’m being punished.” The heartbroken sob caught her unaware.
“No! Why would you say that?”
He shuddered.
“I don’t want the baby with Dorothea. I want this..” he slipped his hand between them and cradled the bump.
“How can I be so cruel and fucking heartless to not want a baby? It’s a gift from above. How must she feel, knowing that the baby might be dying? Oh God! I have to go to her!”
He snapped out of his self pity and looked deep into Megan’s eyes.
“Go..I understand.” She smiled at him.
“I love you! I’m sorry I have to go like this but…”
“Shhhh…go Bongiovi..go!” she blew him a kiss as he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.
He afforded her one quick glance and didn’t miss the words on her lips as it formed.
I …love..you.
Those three words gave him the courage he needed. The car sped off.
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