Jon was leaning against the door, watching the scene before him. She was so comfortable in Richie’s presence. He felt a crawling sensation in his gut when she stepped readily into his arms and stood there for a while.
Richie walked towards the bed, planted a peck on Mary’s cheek and hugging the old man.
“Mornin’ people. I see Patrick is ready to take on the world this mornin’?’
The two men hugged. Patrick had always seen Jon as the son he never had, even after the whole thing with Megan. He just couldn’t turn his love off for the friendly, sensitive boy with his clear blue eyes. He seemed hard and unbreakable to the world, but they didn’t take the time to see the vulnerable, romantic underneath.
‘You gave me a scare there! Don’t do that again!”, vulnerability tucked at Jon’s face.
Megan retreated and sat back in her chair, massaging her father’s legs. She watched Jon unnoticed.
He seemed tired to her but still oh so dreamy. He was in a tight pair of jeans, as usual , but today he hand exchange his open shirt for a tee. His fur was just visible along the edge, a pair of sunglasses were hooked on it as well. Something she knew Jon had always worn due to his allergies and light sensitive eyes. She tried to ignore the sight of his insanely tight ass as he leaned over her father’s bed, but gave it up as a bad job and stole a few glances for her own pleasure.
He turned towards her for the first time to acknowledge her presence.
“Hello Meg.”
“Hi Jon.”
The tension flaring up between them could be felt but no one said a word.
“Hi Meg! Lets go get something to drink. Bon Jovi here doesn’t want me to mess in the house so I didn’t even dare to make myself a cup of coffee.”
A giggle bubbled form her lips and she stood up, lacing her arm in his and walked out chattering away.
Jon swallowed and turned his head towards the couple, only to find their eyes on him.
He cleared his throat and decided to let them know of his decision.
“While we are alone. I would like to discuss something with you. Patrick this heart attack is your body’s way to tell you to slow down. You have a wife and daughter to think about. I am going to get someone younger to do the hard labour. You can supervise and make sure everything goes according to plan. But I need you to promise me, that you will take it easy, otherwise I’ll have to let you go. As much as I would hate it I’ll retire you and then you’ll be forced to take things slower.”
Mary gripped her husband’s hand tight.
“Thank you Jon! You don’t know how much we appreciate everything you do for us!”
“That’s not all. I want you to take a break and decided to send you to my place in the Hamptons
Richie and Megan walked into the room.
“Oh Jon no! We can never accept it! Who is going to clean the house and do the laundry for you boys?”
Megan’s eyebrows flicked upwards.
“What’s going on here?”
“Jon offered us a holiday at the Hamptons
Megan was surprised at Jon’s generosity and turned to face Jon.
“That’s mighty nice of you! Why cant you accept mom?”
“The boys need someone to take care of the house!”
She stared into those bottomless blue eyes and answered.
“I’ll do it. How difficult could it be?”
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