Chapter 70 - A Million Miles On The Road



"Babe, babe."  She shakes Jon, trying to wake him up.  "Jon, wake up."  She shakes him a little harder, "Jon."  He's passed out cold, on his back with one hand tucked behind his head. 

He finally stirs, looking at her through the slits of his eyes.  Both are exhausted from the travels, but with his job added in to the mix, he's quite a bit more exhausted than she is. 

"Yeah, I'm awake, what's up?" he gets up on his elbows and looks at her, slightly yawning.

She tells him, "I think I need to go to the hospital."

He perks up, "What's the matter, what's wrong?" He throws the covers back and gets out of bed, in a slight panic.  "Are you okay?"

"I don't know, I'm spotting."

"What?" he asks, still half asleep and not putting any of the puzzle pieces together.  "You're spotting what?"

"I'm bleeding and I shouldn't be." she confesses, really not wanting to tell him, but if she needed to go to the hospital, she wasn't going alone.  That was all he needed to hear.  The jeans from the floor get slid on and the tshirt that was next to the jeans gets pulled over his head.

"Let's go." he slides his feet into his dirty socks, practically falling over he is in such a rush and in a full on panic now.  He then pulls on his favorite and most cherished cowboy boots.  "I'm ready."  He stands upright, like he had just won a gold medal for participation in the Olympics. 

Monica gets up off the bed and as she walks by him, she cracks him on the ass, "No brush through your hair?" She runs a brush through her hair and hands it to him, she then finishes getting cleaned up and tells Jon, "Since it's the middle of the night, hopefully we can be in and out.  It's probably nothing though."

"I always thought that bleeding through a pregnancy wasn't a good thing.  Come on, lets go." she can see the concern in his face.  Monica grabs her purse and a travel bag that has a camera and some paperwork in it.  Over the last few days she had been working on some ideas for the band and what direction she wanted to take them.  It was just ideas, with a few sketches.  She's taking it so she has something to do while they wait.

At the street, Jon doesn't hail a cab, he jumps infront of one.  He's getting her to the hospital as fast as he can and stopping traffic might not have been the best way, but it was the Bongiovi way.  They get in the car and the driver asks them, "Where to?" 

In the most beautiful voice, Monia responds to him, "à l'hôpital."  And the driver nods.  Jon looks at her, having no idea that she knew French. 

"You're fluent?" he asks her. 

"In drei Sprachen." and she smiles at him.

"What did you just say?"

"I just told you that I was fluent in three languages."

"Really?"  

She suddenly feels a sharp pain in her abdomen and applies pressure with her hand, "In French, German and Spanish."

"What's the matter?" he turns to her, grabbing her hands, "Baby, what's going on?"

"It's just a cramp."  she tells him, but she can't hide her own concern this time.  She didn't even try. 

"Hey man, how far to the hospital?"  Jon loudly asks the driver banging on the glass between them.  "Hurry up!"

"Relax, it's just a cramp." Monica tells him, she needs him to be calm right now.  "It's probably Braxton-Hicks, I read about them in my book."

"What does your book say about bleeding?" he slides closer to her, one hand on hers and the other around her, comforting her; even though he's scared to death.

"Bleeding shouldn't happen, usually." she tells him, trying to soften the blow, but she knows that he is in protection mode and he would stay there until HE was told that SHE and the BABY are fine.

They spent the last two weeks globe trotting, from Argentina through western europe.  Today they are heading down to Australia to do a 5 day run and then they are heading home, for an obviously over due break. 

The meeting with Doc left them with something to be desired and Monica was working very hard to create their image, to carve their niche and to get them more in to mainstream music.  She was working on an idea, but she needs to be home to put it into play. 

When Jon cut the WAPP record with Doc, she knew that there was some imaging that she needed to clear up - she knows that Jon is the one that they all will most likely want.  HE needs to stand out amongst all of the other up and coming hair bands, boy bands. 

 

Today they were in France, supposed to have the day off after a sell out how last night.  They both are exhausted and now they both are terrified, neither admitting it to the other - but they were scared.

 

"Did you lift anything heavy last night, like a gear case?" he quickly fires at her, "Did you fall down or trip?"

 

"No.  I didn't do anything other than normal.  Just my camera and my bag, like I always carry." She rests her head on his shoulder, "Everything is alright."

 

They are dropped off at the emergency entrance of the hospital, greeted by a patient liason, "Are you here for an emergency?"

 

"Yes, she's pregnant and bleeding."  Jon shoots off at the liason.  As soon as the liason hear that, she turned around and grabbed a wheel chair.

 

"Please take a seat, I will escort you to the obstetrics floor."

 

"I don't need that."

 

At the same time, Jon and the liason say, "Please sit down."  Jon's words were a little firmer, so Monica thought that she should listen.  She sits down and they are taken up to the ob/gyn floor.

 

Once she's check in and hooked up to monitor's, she's told that the doctor will be right in.  Jon sits at her side and plays with her hair, "You can quit fussing.  Everything will be fine.  Maybe we were too rough last night?"  She says, as she smiles her you're awesome in bed smile.

 

"Don't downplay this.  You said that bleeding isn't normal."

 

"I'm trying to be optimistic."

 

"I know babe.  I'm sorry, I'm just a little freaked."  He lays his head on her belly, "Woke from a dead sleep with you telling me that your bleeding, I almost told you to put a band aid on it."  He makes her laugh and that makes him laugh.  Monica starts to run her fingers through his hair, his soft and FULL head of hair. 

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Don't ever say that."

 

"I hate that I woke you up - we had such a busy day and then a long night.  You were dead to the world."

 

"I was exhausted." he starts to rub her legs, down her right one and then up her left one, and he did that until the doctor came in.

 

There's a knock at the door, then the door opens.  They were happy to see a doctor so soon.  They were even happier that it was an English speaking doctor. 

 

It turns out, after a thourough check up that the bleeding was most likely caused by the 'rough' sex and that they should take it easy.   The whole embarrassing moment made Monica smile, as she drifts off to the night events when her and Jon were one, wanting nothing. 

She loved sex on show nights, absolutely loved it.  His passion and his drive after a show made for some of the best sex they have ever had.  One would think that after giving yourself to 30,000 women a night would be exhausting.  That's not so much the case with Jon and Monica.  He's told her that he gets up there and makes love to all those women, but it's just an act. 

At night when he's done acting, he loves to give himself to her and only here.  The way he feels about her is so fresh and so new for him, and then when he adds in the thought that he's going to be a daddy, he thinks that there is no way that he could love her anymore.  She is his ONE.

 

News travels fast when you're the hottest thing in Europe, literally.  Jon and Monica are leaving the hospital and have their first horrific meeting with uncontrolled fans and cameras.