Chapter 215

Jon is going to have my ass for this!

“Megan on second thought, I don’t think its a good idea.” He turned from her only to be tucked gently at the arm.

“Please Richie tell me. If its going to change my life so dramatically I want to know.”

A calloused finger brushed a tendril from her face.

“What about the baby, what if something happens to you? I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. But let me tell you what. I’ll go get dressed and do all the necessary girlie things and then I’ll be back for that talk, ok?”

“Yeah, ok. Shit!” Why did he always suffer from speech diarrhoea? Why couldn’t he keep his damn mouth shut when needed? FUCK!

It felt like Megan was gone for mere seconds when she walked out on the patio. She didn’t seem quite herself but what could he expect after his cryptic ramblings?

Waiting for the servant to serve them their coffee and to leave, she turned towards him, the words fluttering from her lips.

“Tell me.”

Sending a quick prayer upwards, he hoped he didn’t regret what he was about to do, dropping the bomb over the Bongiovi household.

Her hand on his startled him back to reality.

“God forgive me....Ok how do I say this...uumm..where do I start?”

“Say it straight out, Rich. Thats usually the best way.” She smiled, but it was forced.

“Meg, honey...Jon is not the father of Dorothea’s baby.”

The gasp burst from her mouth, her hand jerked in his huge one.... Emotions flitted in her eyes.

“Richie that is not funny! How can you say such a terrible thing!”

This couldn’t be true?! COULD IT?!

“Honey, do you really think I’ll make an accusation like that without the proof to back it up?”

“What proof? I thank God that you to me first. Jon will rip you to shreds if you say things like this! Do you know how much he loves that baby! No, I cant believe this! Dorothea will never do something like this! I know her!”

“Well Meg, she did. I had this suspicion for a while so I hired a private detective. He confirmed my suspicions. The daddy is some married lawyer and it seems like he still has some feelings for her.”

A nauseating lump pushed into her throat. The hell Jon went through when she almost lost the baby! All the disruption to their lives and for what, for another man’s baby? How could someone be so cruel?!

“Meg?” Richie was panicking. Megan wasn’t talking, she just sat there, staring at the world, her expression seemed so bewildered, so  angry...She turned to face him.

“The bitch.”

Richie laughed unexpectedly.

“Well hell, sugar! Is that all you have to say?”

“Richie there is no words to describe how I feel tight now! She bullshitted her way into my home, my marriage. That is going to stop. “

“A-fucking-men! So when we gonna give it to her?”

Megan slid his cup of coffee towards him, her eyes shining with hatred.

“You my dearest friend, don’t say shit. You leave the privilege up to me.”

Aaahhh..a woman scorned ....

“And Jon?”

“Don’t you worry about him, I’ll handle this whole situation. You do have all the details of the daddy don’t you?”

Richie shivered. The hatred and coldness in her eyes were unsettling.

“Meeeg, whatcha gonna do Sweetheart?!”

“Oh I’m going to make some waves....in due time.”

Her hand lowered towards her stomach, a pained expression crossed her face.

“First things first....Will you get hold of Jon? I’m going to give my midwife a tinkle...”

“Call Jon? Why...oooohhh FUCK! I TOLD YOU!!!” He was standing now, pointing accusingly at her.

“Oh shut up and breathe wont you!” She giggled at him.

“It started last night already, only I wasn’t sure. My contractions are here to stay, she is coming..today. So will you call Jon, or should I?” She punched speeddial.

His phone was already open.

“I’ll call him, dammit Meg! Yeah I’ll call him.”

She patted his arm. He looked at her as if she had grown an extra head.

“Breathe Sambora...I’m having a baby. It’s ok.”