Chapter 65 - In A Place Where They All Know Your Name

Jon and Monica are dropped off first, happy to be home. They fly out of the car, grabs their bags and dart into the house. 
They just started a mini vacation that, in their mind, they need.  Jon just wants her  alone, to himself for a while.  With each day that passes, he finds her even more attractive when he thought that would never be possible.  She does glow and he can see the happiness in her eyes.  "Let's unpack that tomorrow.  We need to make something to eat."  He tells her as he takes her bag from her.  He tosses it on the couch and walks to her, with the devil look in his eye."

"Easy with that look, that's what got us pregnant." she laughs as she playfully pushes him away.

He laughs with her and says, "It wasn't my look that got you pregnant, it was my dick buried deep inside of you."  He laughs even harder.  "And you loved every inch and every thrust."

"Oh, yes I did." she walks into him, reaches up and grabs a handful of hair.  Pulling his head down to meet her lips, she kisses him and says, "I love it all, every time." she plants one on his lips, "What are you hungry for?"

When she lets go, he takes the opportunity and swoops her up into this arms.  Her legs are wrapped around him and her feet are locked.  She looks into his eyes and smiles.  "What do you want to eat?" he asks her.  He'll make her whatever she wants.  With Monica locked on, he heads into the kitchen and starts looking in the fridge and cupboards, as if Monica was no where near him.  "How about pancakes?"

"Yummy." she says, with a big smile on her face.  She loved when he would make her pancakes.  He would design words or pictures into them and she loved the extra things he does for her.  She knows that he loves her, he loves her with every cell of his being and every breath that he takes - and as the days pass, he loves her even more and he thought he was at max capacity.  But it grows and grows. 

Sitting her on the counter, he starts to get what he needs to make her pancakes.  Monica sits there and watches him with the finesse of a non chef.  He's not real graceful in the kitchen, but she really appreciates his effort.  He's always doing the little things for her and she knows that she is the luckiest woman in the world.  As she watches him, she thinks to herself, "He's going to be a great father and Richie was right - God had a plan and that was Jonica."

He's flipping pancakes, kissing all over her and they are talking about what they hope the future holds for them.  Jon winks at her and says, "I want a boy."  

"Me too, one that looks just like you.  With your gorgeous blue eyes."  Monica tells him in a sultry voice, "Do you have any idea how gorgeous your eyes are?"

"I do.  You tell me all the time." he flips the last pancake, "Do you want syrup or fruit on top?"

"Fruit sounds great.  Strawberries and kiwi please." she gives him the smile. He gets the fruit out of the fridge and washes it off while Monica gets the dishes that they need.  She sets them a place at the table, along with the syrup and butter for Jon's pancakes. When she's done, she sits at the table and waits for him. 

"Ya know babe, we really need to talk about you going on tour."  she says, as he walks through the thresh hold in the dining room.  "I guess I need to know your schedule."

"Why?" he asks, sitting down with her.  

"Because I'll need to know where you'll be so if you're close, I can come visit."

"Visit?"

She's cutting her kiwi, eating it as she slices it, "With the whole wife rule, I can't go with you.  So, I can meet you somewhere along the way."

"That rule doesn't apply to you." he tells her, pouring syrup on his stack of pancakes.  "You are the exception to every rule."

"You know that won't fly with Alec, Jon.  Plus, it's good.  I can stay home and get ready for the baby."

"What do you need to get ready?  I can help with it."

With her mouth full of fruit she tries to say, "I want to paint the nursery and the half bath." 

"I'll do that, or we can pay someone to do it."

"NO!  I want to do it myself."

He looks at her, "What about the fumes?"

"I can open windows.  It's great weather and it's not that big of a project."

"I'll do it."

She reaches over and takes his hand, "We can do it."

They eat their breakfast/lunch/dinner and clean up their mess.  Jon starts to wash the dishes and Monica grabs the back of his jeans, "Come on, let's go for a walk.  I need to burn off some of my excess energy"

"Can I finish the dishes?"

"No.  We'll do them when we get back, come on."  

Jon grabs the dish towel and dries his hands.  Before he takes another step, he grabs Monica and pulls her close, "I love you."

"Thanks for the pancakes, they were delicious!"  She kisses his lips, "I love you too.  Now, let's go."  She takes his hand and leads him out the door.  

They walk down the street, passed Richie house and take the trail to the park.  When they get to the park, they sit down on a bench and watch the families that are there, playing.  "Just think, real soon we'll be right here playing with our baby." She says, as she leans against him; smiling.

"It's going to be so much fun."

"Are you scared?"

Scared of what?"

"Being a daddy?"

"Terrified.  What about you?" he kisses her head, "Are you scared about being a mommy?"

She cannot help but to look at him and smile and with all the honesty that she has in her body, she tells him, "As long as I have you by my side, nothing scares me."

"Not even a little bit?" he asks, knowing that she's crazy.  

"Well, spiders still scare me, but being a mommy?  I feel at peace about it, really.  The first couple days, I was terrified, so much in fact, I was sick to my stomach."

"What changed?"

"I told you and you didn't freak out.  Then I knew it would all be okay."  A little boy kicks a ball, rolling it into their direction.  Jon jumps up and picks it up, tossing it back to the little boy.  Monica watches his every move and says, "Everything you do is sexy."  She chuckles.  Jon sits back down next to her.  She sees the look come over him, that tells her that he has something to say, or something to ask.
"What?"

"We need to talk about the press."  He bumps her forehead with his, "This is a subject we can't avoid for ever."

"Okay, what about it." She makes eye contact with him and he can see that she's not please with the subject, but he's right.  It can't be avoided.  "We need to go public before it really starts to spread.  We need to tell the world that you're having my baby."

"We just can't tell them that I'm pregnant?" she laughs at herself, "Why do we have to tell them that it's your baby?"

"Seriously?" he asks her, "Why wouldn't we?"

"Do you see how silly that sounded - I'll tell the world that I'm pregnant and no one will care.  They all will wonder who the hell I am.  Now that's funny."

"Everyone knows that you're mine."

"And."

"We should just announce that we're having a baby and leave it at that." he draws her closer.  "The press will have a field day with it, specially if you don't tour with me."

"Why would they care?" she has no idea how her geographic location has anything to do with her being pregnant.

"If I'm on the road, how can I be the dad?  They won't see it as you have been on the road with me, they will see you NOT on the orad with me.  Hell, they could spin it in a way that makes it look like it's not even my baby.  So we're better to get ahead of it instead of doing damage control."

"Your fans will hate you."

"Only for about a second.  Once they see ME again, they will be fine.  And anyway, they don't have to like ME to buy the records." he winks at her, hoping that the news won't hurt sales too bad.