Chapter 83

Megan fell onto her bed, fully dressed. The phone was the last thing on her mind as she drifted into an exhausted sleep.

She woke up a few hours later, charged her phone, took a quick shower and made herself something to eat.

Aunt Jean was at the hospital but she wanted to be there when Jaden opened his eyes.

On her way to the hospital did she remember to call Jon, only to find his voicemail. She left a quick message and snapped the phone shut.

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Jon and Richie didn’t say much on their way to New York. They were already half dead on their feet, seeing as they didn’t even rest after the show. The 7 hours it took to reach their destination was spend in deep sleep.

Jon’s heart was running away with him. He was concerned about Jaden’s injuries but the thought that he was going to meet his 8 year old son almost made them turn the plane around. What was he going to say to him.

Hey son, I’m your old man. Your mom didn’t tell me about you for 8 years but anyway I’m here now.?!

Fuck this! How could she do this to him? Was he not good enough for his own child? How do you keep a child from his father? Breathe Jon. Breathe!

“Can I help you sir?” The moment he turned around the nurse gasped, a flush spreading on her cheeks.

“Darling if you can tell me where Jaden….uuummm….” what the hell was her surname again?!

“Oh, the boy that fell from his pony? Let me show you.”

She walked past them and Richie shouldered Jon. She had a delicious sway to her hips and Richie couldn’t help but appreciate God’s gift to the women race. Jon rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile.

His smile faded the moment she came to a standstill. His son was in that room.

Richie flashed a gorgeous smile and thanked the flustered nurse.

Jon and Richie locked gazes. Closing a hand over his shoulder, he gave him a supportive nudge and together they walked in.

Megan was sitting next to the bed, stroking his forehead gently, singing softly to him. His one shoulder was strapped tightly to his little body and Jon felt the first stirrings of parental concern. Megan heard the footsteps and looked up. Jon’s name was a soundless whisper on her lips and her face paled alarmingly. His eyes were trained on his son.

Richie walked over to Megan. Hugging her softly.

“How is he hun?”

“He’ll be ok. He haven’t woken up yet, but they are trying to keep him still for a while. He has a bad concussion and his shoulder is broken. But he will be ok.”

Megan’s low voice filtered into Jon’s whirling mind and he turned towards her.

She wanted to be in his arms, but something stopped her. He seemed…cold and distant.

“Hello, Jon.”

“Hello.” His eyes turned back to the sleeping child.  It could have been him lying on that bed! The resemblance was uncanny.

He turned back to her, his eyes blue , his face stony.

“We need to talk, but this is not the right place to do so.”

A shiver ran down her spine. Jon scared her. He was a stranger to her, looking like that.

“Lets go to the hospital garden.”

“After you.’

She laid a soft hand on Richie.

“Would you please stay with him. I don’t want him to be alone and seeing that he knows you…” Jon’s intake of breath stabbed into her.

Richie saw the hurt in his eyes. Another apology shone in his dark eyes, but somehow he knew Jon didn’t even notice.

“Sure honey. You go, I’ll wait here.”