Chapter 71 - Are They Living In Sin?

 

The crowd was crazy and impossible for Monica to get through on her own. The female fans, all being teenagers, were trying to claim ownership of the man that was protecting her as she walked through.

 

 She's had her hair pulled and she has been hit, but the blows were never intentional and intended for her. 

 

Jon protected her the best that he could but a few fans managed to make contact with both of them.  Monica was assaulted and Jon was mobbed.  They both had their clothes ripped, their hair pulled and felt the sting of being hit. 

 

The 50  feet to the awaiting taxi was a mile if not anything.  They dredged their way through the crowd, avoiding what they could and taking what they couldn't.  Both of them were hurt and the anxiety was high.

 

Inside the cab, Jon looks at her, "Babe, are you okay?"

 

Monica nods.

 

"Are you hurt anywhere?" he looks her over real quick, ignoring the pounding on the car and all of the screams.

 

"What is it with these chicks and hair pulling?"  Monica rubs the many spots that are sore from the yank of the fans.  "And why do they go after me?"

 

"They're crazy.   Are you sure you're okay?"  he asks again, rubbing his own battle wounds.  "They have half of my clothes."

 

"We need to add security, this is crazy." she leans her head on his shoulder, sighing that they made it through and that the baby was okay.  "I need a nap."

 

"I hear ya." he kisses her head, resting his lips on her head, smiling inside.  His baby is okay and he's with the woman that he was meant to be with.  "We can nap when we get back to the room.  Are you hungry?"

 

"No."

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Yes babe, I'm sure.  I am not hungry."  The hospital is far enough behind them that they relax, quietly absorbing the peace that was part of the ride. 

 

The tour is over and they are on their plane, headed back to the United States.  The group of them are sitting in chairs that face one another and they are all talking about what they are going to do when they get home.  The few weeks that they were gone proved to be a whirlwind for them and they all are exhausted.  The physically demanding shows and the grueling schedule added with the late night partying has proven to be a weakness for the 5 guys from New Jersey. 

 

They were home for a day, just lounging around the house.  They had caught up on some TV time and made the special time that they needed.  Jon needed some Monica time and Monica needed Jon time.  As they sat on the couch watching the end of an A-Team episode Jon looks to her and says, "Let's go to Vegas and get married?"

 

Monica looks at him like he had just spun his head in circles.  She can't believe what she had just heard and she didn't know what to say, so she went with the first thing that came to mind, "You don't have to marry me because we're pregnant, Jon."

 

"You being pregnant has nothing to do with it.  I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, and to prove that, I want to take your hand in marriage."  he leans over and kisses her, "Mon, I love you more than you could ever know and for you to be my wife, would complete me."

 

She still doesn't know what to say.  She's looking at him, feeling the smile creep up in her face, "Your mom, hell, my mom would kill us.  We can't run off to Vegas, Jon."

 

"Yes we can, we have a plane."

 

Monica starts to shake her head, "Really we can't."  Jon leans in and they are head to head.

 

"We are adults and can do whatever we want."

 

"This isn't how I pictured getting married, I always seen myself in a big wedding, with all of my family." she pauses, taking his hand, "Can I think about it?"  He smiles, even though he can see the pressure that he put on her.  "I want nothing more than to be your wife, but I want it to be done the right way.  Just let me think about it,  okay?"

 

He nods, "I'm sorry babe.  I can give you all the time you need."

 

"Are you mad?"

 

"Absolutely not.  I understand where you're coming from."  he lays down on the couch, resting his head on her lap.  Looking up at her, he adds, "You are so beautiful, such an amazing woman - you're going to make a great mother."

 

"You're going to be a pretty great dad." she says, looking down at him, running her fingers through his hair.  "Our baby will be beautiful and our life equally beautiful."

 

With his right hand, he reaches up and hooks her head, pulling her down for a kiss.  "How are you feeling?"  He raises his eye brows in a way that Monica knew what they meant.  "Should we go to bed?"

 

"And miss the way the A-Team rescues the damsel in distress?" she laughs, secretly hating that show.  But she watched it for him.

 

"It will rerun."

 

She then raises her eyebrows to him, telling him what he wanted to hear, but she verbally had to add, "We have to take it easy."  She's  running her finger down his jaw line, around his eyes and down his nose.  She then gently runs her fingernail across his lip lightly, tickling him.  His response is to bite her finger.  She laughs and draws it back.

 

He sits up, then stands - turning to her, he takes her hand.  She gets up and follows him to the bedroom, their bedroom. 

 

They make love, which was a pleasure for both of them.  In their bed, in their house and not in some second rate motel room.  They spoke volumes to each other without saying a word, but Monica's mind is consumed with that word 'married'.  He really wants to marry her.  She smiles on the inside, as she falls asleep on his chest.