She wasn’t sure where they would go, so she dressed in a light silver, wool sweater and a black pants, finishing it off with silver sandals.
She had never seen Richie so upset and well to be honest, it was scary as hell!
Her nerves were at breaking point when she heard the low roaring of his car.
She said her goodnights and rushed outside.
She found him half way up the stairs. He looked so handsome in his white, half unbuttoned shirt and black pants.
Their clothes choices were perfect.
“You look lovely, Meg.”
“You too. I mean you look handsome.”
He touched her elbow lightly, demanding her full attention. His chocolate brown eyes, melted her.
“I don’t bite. You can relax.”
He opened the door to her and she got in.
The restaurant was classy and dimly lit. Not a place you’ll take someone if you want to hack a pound of flesh out of them.
They were promptly shown to a secluded corner and she sighed, relieved that they would at least have some privacy.
“Something to drink?”
“Yes, please, some strong coffee.” She was in need of a glass of wine but needed to keep her head clear.
Richie ordered a Jack Daniels and as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, did he lean back, his eyes resting questionly on hers.
Her breasts pushed upwards as she breathed in, holding it for a few moments and exhaled.
“Richie, I don’t know where to begin…”
His eyes glowed softly on her, she was a ball of nerves and she really didn’t need him to give her grief.
“Obviously you and Jon had more than a little flirting going on..God! You were sixteen then!”
“It wasn’t suppose to happen, but it did and I fell pregnant.”
“Why did you never tell him? Fuck Jon is going to be so pissed!”
He could see her starting to shake, her lips quivered nervously and tears welled up in her eyes.
His hand closed over hers.
“Shit. I’m sorry honey, but you know that Jon is going to be pissed.”
“Stop reminding me! It haunted me for years….it still haunts me.”
Her hands twined around the coffee cup. Richie gave her time, waiting for her to begin.
“I did this for my baby, Richie.”
Confusion clouded his face.
“Why? You think he wouldn’t be a good father?”
“No. When I found out I was pregnant, my father gave me two choices. An adoption or I can keep the baby as long as Jon never finds out.”
“They what??!!!! That’s fucking ridiculous! Why would they do that.”
“Well, for one. I was an embarrassment to my parents. Jon was going up in life, starting to become famous. They didn’t want me to screw up his life and seeing as my aunt never had kids, she was too happy to raise a baby. I wasn’t allowed to take my son, you see. Now that he turns 8, I can take him.”
Her eyes softened as she spoke of her son.
“I’m sorry Richie, but I couldn’t let my boy go! He was mine! My flesh and blood!”
Harshness flickered in his eyes, but softened as he watched the woman in front of him. She seemed so fragile and lonely. She had to fight so many battles in her young life already!
“I’m sorry for shouting at you and accusing you of things. I should have given you the time to explain before I went off.”
“That’s ok.”
“You said you were out of work now. How are you going to support him? Are you going to tell Jon?”
Her head jerked up.
“NO! Not yet, please Richie. Don’t you tell him either.”
“Sweetheart, if that boys steps onto Jon’s grounds, he’ll know. He has his eyes for God’s sake. Have you seen pictures of Jon when he was a boy? He may have your dark hair, but honey it’s a young Jon you’re calling your own.”
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