There you have it. I know some people were not happy with my killing off Dorothea for this story, so I thank you for indulging me and staying with me through it all. I tried to be respectful while exploring an area that many people have experienced in their own lives.
Thanks again for reading and especially for commenting. It means more than you know.
Taking Care of Business
Monday, August 31, 2015
Epilogue
Jon stood behind his
microphone and forced a smile. He was not a happy man. Fog and thunderstorms on
the west coast had prevented them from leaving the day before as planned so
instead of spending the previous night at home, he had to stay in the hotel, then
fly directly to Montreal for the next show. To make matters worse, a storm in
the New York area meant Brianna couldn't fly in this morning as scheduled. She
promised to get there as soon as she could, but by the time he'd taken the
stage she still wasn't there.
He missed his wife.
Talking to her on the phone everyday just didn't cut it for him. He'd been
looking forward to having her in his bed, in his arms...just near him. He'd
discovered he very much like having his wife with him on the road. Being denied
that set his temper on edge.
His bandmates knew
what his problem was and found it highly amusing and teased him
mercilessly.
"Awww, what's
the matter Boo-Boo? Are you homesick? Missing your ranger?" David needled.
"Or maybe just
wishing for some home cooking." Richie grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
"Assholes!"
Jon flipped them off. "You're just jealous."
Since neither of his
tormentors could honestly argue that point, they shut up.
The staff weren't as
brave and tread very carefully around the boss. Even Paul and Amanda were
thinking twice before approaching him with anything that they thought might
upset him.
Looking around at the
crowd, every redhead caught his eye, but when none of them were the one he was
looking for, his frustration grew. At one point, just as they were starting the
encore, he even thought he saw her yellow suit out of the corner of his eye,
but when he turned his head, it was gone.
With a last wave to
the crowd, he stomped down the stairs from the stage, peeled off his shirt and grabbed
the towel Amanda held out to him. He started toward his dressing room as he
wiped his face. When the towel passed his eyes, he glimpsed his dressing room
door closing.
He frowned.
"What the fuck? Did someone just go into my dressing room?" He looked
around at the security team. "Did you let someone into my dressing
room?"
"Um...yes?"
The young arena security guard flinched under the icy blue stink eye boring
into him. "She had a pass. She said she was your wife."
That made Jon pause.
"My wife? Are you sure?"
The guard swallowed
nervously. "I think so. Red hair, gold eyes,..."
Jon didn't wait to
hear the rest of the young man's description. He bolted for his dressing room.
"That's
her." David assured the security guard. "You're off the hook. Better
warn the drivers we'll be late leaving. He hasn't seen her in awhile."
The guard stared for
a moment, then blushed and grinned. "Oh. Right. Okay."
Jon burst through the
door and slammed it behind him, flicking the lock with one hand.
Brianna spun around
from where she was closing up his stage wardrobe, her hand covering her heart.
"Jesus Jon! You just about gave me a heart attack!"
"That's not all
I'm going to give you."
The predatory look on
his face as he stepped towards her, tossing aside his shirt and towel, had her
instinctively backing up until her back hit the wall.
"You can't
escape." He assured her. "You're mine!"
As he came closer,
her eyes drifted over his bare chest, eating up the sight. When he was within
reach she let her hands wander over his warm,firm flesh. "That works both
ways sweetheart."
He framed her face
with his hands. "Ah Golden Eyes, God I've missed you."
Her fingers flexed,
digging into hard muscle and tugging on his fur as his mouth took possession of
hers. She sighed at his familiar taste. "Mmmmm."
While Brianna lost
herself in his kiss, Jon released her face and slid his hands down her torso.
When his fingers found the buttons holding her suit jacket closed, he quickly
undid them and spread the sides of her jacket wide. Like magnets to metal, his
hands gravitated to her breasts, stroking and squeezing and pinching the
hardening nipples through the lace.
"Mmmm." Her
kiss turned more voracious with every touch, every pull. Her nails bit into his
shoulders and her back arched, urging him closer.
Breaking the kiss,
Jon trailed his mouth along her jaw, down her and upper chest. He kissed and
licked the plump flesh rising above
delicate yellow lace. Lifting his head slightly, he fingered the lace.
"This is new."
"Mmm hmm."
Brianna grinned at his close attention to her lingerie. "I thought it was
cheerful."
It was certainly
cheering him up. "And is it a matching set?"
His hopeful tone was
like a child looking for a treat. But he was no child, and the treat he was
going to get wasn't the one he was asking for. She didn't think he'd be
disappointed. "Yes...and no."
"What does that
mean?"
"You'll have to
figure it out."
While he thought
about her cryptic comment, he noticed the clasp holding the bra together was
between her breasts. With a quick flick of his fingers, the lace fell aside and
with it all thoughts of riddles. Instead, his attention focused on the luscious
flesh in front of him. Her perfume filled his nostrils and swirled through his
head. With a low groan, he bent and set his mouth to her skin, kissing,
tasting, nibbling, he devoured her.
Brianna gasped, her
hands lifting to thread her fingers through his hair and hold him close. When
his lips closed around an aching nipple and he suckled, she shuddered and cried
out. "Yes! Harder baby. I need more!"
So did he. While his
mouth feasted on her breasts, his hands slid down her sides, following her
curves until he reached the bottom of her short skirt. The urgency riding him
after weeks of separation had his hands fisting the material and yanking
upwards. One thigh pushed between hers. The scent of her arousal took his
control right to the edge. His chest heaved, his heart pounded, his cock pushed
so hard against his zipper he was sure it would leave permanent marks. If he
didn't get inside her in the next two minutes he was going to embarrass
himself.
He yanked on his belt
with one hand while the other slid between her thighs to make sure her little
cries and moans meant she was as ready and eager as he was. When he reached his
goal, his heart lurched and sweat trickled down his back. "Oh fuck."
Now he knew what her
lingerie comment meant: it might be a matching set but she wasn't wearing the
other half.
"That's the plan
if you'd care to get on with it." She panted and tried to pull him closer.
"It's been so long, Jon, don't make me wait any longer."
Jon blew out a ragged
breath. "Yes dear." Dragging his fingers slowly away from her damp,
swollen flesh, he shoved his pants down over his hips, stepped closer and gave
her what she asked for.
"Yes!"
Brianna gasped at the force of his entry. "Oh God, yes!"
"You feel so
fucking good!" Jon rasped in her ear. "I...I can't be gentle."
"Don't want
gentle." She bit his earlobe. "Fuck me Jon!"
He didn't have to be
asked twice, and her words cut the last tether of his control. Pushing her
harder against the wall, he lifted one of her knees to hook over his hip,
opening her more and pounded into her.
Brianna clung to his
shoulders and struggled to breathe. "Yes..yes..yes...yes." It was a
whispered chant pushed out of her lungs with each hard thrust of his body into
hers.
Jon buried his nose
in her neck, immersing himself in her scent, her heat, the feel of her skin,
grounding himself in her, trying to sate the cravings that had been driving him
crazy for the past few weeks. He wanted to drag it out, to make the incredible
sensations last, but his deprived body wasn't in the mood to cooperate. When
her body tightened around him, it was game over. "Fuck! Sugar, I'm
gonna....."
Brianna was too lost
in her own approaching detonation to speak - it was all she could do to
breathe! "Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!"
They clung and
shuddered against each other as their climaxes overtook them.
After a few minutes,
Jon was finally able to withdraw from her body, kick out of his pants that were
pooled at his feet and stumble over to a chair, pulling his wife with him.
Brianna grabbed a towel to clean herself up with, then gave in to his urging
and sat on his lap. He shifted her until her back was against his chest and
they could see themselves in the mirror. She attempted to straighten her
clothes, but his arms came around to stop and hold her.
"Wow."
Still slightly breathless, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Yeah." She
agreed. "Worth the wait."
Jon grunted.
"When did you get here?"
"About halfway
through the show."
"Why didn't you
signal me that you were here? You knew I was anxious to see you."
"I didn't want
to disrupt the show."
"You didn't
watch?"
"Some. But not
being able to touch you was driving me crazy, so I came back here." She
admitted.
He grinned and let
his fingers idly roam her torso. His eyes followed their path in the mirror.
This was one of his favourite times: basking in the afterglow and talking
quietly. "Were the kids okay with you leaving them with Mom and Dad?"
"Mmm hmm.
Mostly. Romeo wanted to come with me, until your mom distracted him with
cookies. When I took them to get their passports, Jake saw a Kung Fu Panda kids
suitcase. He's been bugging me about it every day. Today he tried to bargain
with me that if he was good while we're gone could he have the suitcase."
Jon snorted.
"You mean you haven't bought it for him already?" He knew his wife
was a bit of a pushover when his kids wanted something.
She shrugged.
"Birthday present."
"You spoil
them."
She shrugged again,
lulled by his caressing fingers. "I love them."
He nodded. "And
they love you." He kissed her temple again. "So do I."
Sighing, she grabbed
his wandering hand and sat up. "Let's get going back to the hotel. It'll
be more comfortable there and I'm sure the guys would like to get back
too."
"I need a
shower."
She eyed him.
"Wait until we get back to the hotel."
"Why?"
"Because I need
one too.....and I want to take my time."
The pointed look she
gave him kicked his brain into gear and he grinned. "Oh. Okay."
Dressed, they had
just finished packing up and were heading for the door, when somebody pounded
on it from the other side.
"Boo-Boo! We're
growing old out here! Let your pic-a-nic basket up for air and lets go back to
the hotel!"
Jon yanked open the
door and glared at his keyboard player. "Don't get your panties in a twist
Lemma. You'll still have time for your beauty rest.....or to find a beauty to
rest with."
Amid the resulting
snickers, Brianna frowned at their curly haired friend. "Why am I a picnic
basket?"
"Because you
provide him with sustenance and sate his hunger." His lips twitched.
"And your prim exterior conceals such delectable goodies."
Brianna scowled, but
before she could respond Richie strode down the hallway and with one quick
move, hefted her over his shoulder. "Richie! What are you doing?"
"I want to go
back to the hotel and taking you is the surest way to get Jon moving to the
van."
"If this is the
way you're all going to treat me maybe I should just stay home with the
kids!" She threatened.
"NO!!" Was the instant and unanimous response from
band and staff.
She was outnumbered
and overpowered - and could barely
suppress a grin.
Europe was busy,
stressful, exciting.....and exhausting. Every travel day Brianna thanked God
for private planes. It wasn't that the kids misbehaved, they were
just....energetic. Brianna was run ragged finding ways to keep them occupied
and entertained while still getting her
work done. When it came time to head home, everyone was tired, a little cranky
and ready for a break.
They stumbled through
the door and Brianna nearly tripped over luggage that had been dropped in the
foyer. "Hey! A girl could break her neck here! Take your suitcases
upstairs please and put your laundry in the hampers."
Groans echoed from
various rooms.
"Come
guys," Jon admonished his children, "you heard Bri, come get your
stuff."
Jesse trudged in,
grabbed his suitcase and started up the stairs. "What's for dinner?"
"Yeah, I'm
hungry." Jake added as he followed his older brother.
It was Brianna's turn
to groan. "You just ate on the plane! You guys must have hollow
legs."
"We growing boys
Bianna."
"Sorry, my
bad." Brianna fought a smile. "Let me get the laundry going then I'll
find you some food."
"I'll help
you." Stephanie offered as she joined the procession up the stairs.
"Thanks."
Brianna started to follow the kids. She glanced back to see Jon walking the
other way. "Hey rockstar. Forget where you are? There's no bellhops
here."
Grumbling, Jon glared
at his wife, but reversed direction, swiped up his bag and followed his family.
Upstairs. Brianna
gathered her laundry and Jon's, then headed for the boys' rooms to do the same.
Adding Romeo's laundry to the pile, she stepped into Jake's room to find
Stephanie already there unpacking his bag. "Oh. Thanks Steph."
"No
problem."
"So now that
we're home, tell me honestly. Is the tour plan working okay for you?"
Stephanie considered
for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. It's different, but being together in
Europe was kind of fun. Tiring, but fun. I don't know how Dad has done it all
these years."
"Me
either." Brianna agreed. "That
was only my second tour over there and I know I couldn't do it for
twenty plus years."
"If you can hold
out as long as Dad does from now on you should be alright." Jesse
commented from the doorway where he was adding his laundry to the pile.
"And how are you
feeling about the tour plan now Jess?" Brianna asked, hoping he'd come to
at least accept it.
He shrugged. "I
can live with it. Europe was kind of fun. Besides, it's not like he tours every
year."
"Good. We can reevaluate it next tour and see how everyone's feeling."
As they headed to the
laundry room with overflowing baskets, Stephanie frowned. "Um...Bri?"
"Mmm?"
Brianna was frowning now too. It wasn't like Stephanie to sound so tentative
with her.
"Can we.....can
we go to the cemetery tomorrow?"
"Sure. Is
something wrong?"
"No."
Stephanie assured her quickly. "I just want to visit. Maybe take some
fresh flowers. I haven't been in awhile."
"Okay. We'll go
after breakfast. How does that sound?"
"That's
good."
At the cemetery,
Brianna stayed in the car to give Stephanie some privacy.
Brushing twigs and
leaves off of the gravestone, Stephanie knelt and arranged the flowers that
they'd picked up at Dorothea's favourite florists on their way that morning.
"Hi Mom. I know it's been awhile since I've been to visit. We've been
away. Dad's on tour again and we're trying something different. I know you
didn't like touring, but Bri does. She really loves her job. And she's really
good at it. But she also loves us and wants to make sure we're happy and taken
care of, so we've come up with a compromise. She stayed home during the west
coast leg, went with him for the east coast shows and we all went to Europe. I
think Paul and the crew were a little frazzled, but the uncles didn't seem to
mind. I'm sure there were times when Dad would have preferred that we weren't
there disrupting his routine, but he was a good sport - plus he was happy to
have Bri with him."
She glanced over
towards the car. "You were right about Bri, Mom. She's good for Dad - for
all of us. She figures out what we need and makes sure we get it." She
frowned. "She does so much for all of us. I think we need to try harder to
make sure she's taken care of too. I'll have to remember to talk to Dad
about that."
"Steph!"
Brianna called from beside the car. "Your dad just called. He wants to
know if you want to go to the beach."
Waving, Stephanie
stood and brushed off her knees. "Gotta go Mom." She paused and
looked down at the stone. "You know Mom, I think you were right about
something else too. We will always love you and miss you, but we're going to be
just fine."
The End
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Chapter 126
The
next day passed in a haze of exhaustion for Brianna. She'd slept only in
snatches between dispensing meds and juice and cleaning up various forms of
human waste, as well as laundry and comforting the little ones. She'd lost
track of how much she actually slept, or when she ate last. She only knew what
time it was because she kept track on her chart.
Needing
to replenish her supplies, Brianna stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen.
She set a pot of coffee brewing while she gathered what she needed. Halfway
through her first cup, the gate buzzed, but she ignored it, as well as the
opening of the door.
Jon
and Richie dropped their bags in the foyer, their energy depleted. Sore throats
had turned into headaches and vomiting during the flight home.
"What's
this?" Richie wondered when he saw Brianna's chart on the table.
Too
tired to even look at it, Jon shrugged. "Honey? We're home!"
Hoping
he was bringing help and not more work, Brianna dragged herself into the foyer.
One look at the two men dashed her hopes. "Oh no. Not you guys too!"
Their pale faces and glassy eyes told her she had two more patients to add to
her roster. She sighed and pointed to the stairs. "Into bed. Both of
you."
Neither
of the men were about to argue. It was all they could do to carry their bags
upstairs. Brianna made new columns in her chart, gathered her supplies and
followed.
She
found Jon face down on their bed. She left some juice on his night table and
went to check on Richie. He had managed to undress before he collapsed.
"Do
I need to call someone in L.A. to let them know you won't be home for a few
days?"
He
shook his head. "My mom. I was supposed to be visiting with her."
That
would explain why they didn't drop him off in L.A. on their way home.
"Okay, I'll call her. There's juice there if you think you can get it
down."
"Thanks."
Brianna
did a quick check on the kids.
"Is
that Dad home?" Stephanie asked sleepily.
"Yes,
with Uncle Mookie. They're both sick too."
"Welcome
to the party."
Brianna
shook her head as she got Jon undressed and returned downstairs. Some party.
More like the morning after. In her office she looked up Joan's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi
Joan, it's Brianna Bongiovi."
"Oh
hello dear, are the boys home yet?"
"Yes
they are, and all with the flu. That's why I'm calling. I've got Richie tucked
up in bed here."
"Oh
no! You should have sent him here. You don't need to deal with that and risk
exposing the kids."
"It's
okay." Brianna assure her. "The kids are all sick too. Adding another
one is not a problem." She smiled wryly. "At least he can get himself
to the bathroom so I don't have to find another bucket."
"Oh
you poor thing. That's not fun. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No,
I stocked up when the kids started dropping so I think we're okay."
"Don't
forget to rest as much as you can." Joan reminded the younger woman.
"You won't be able to help anyone if you get sick too."
"I
know. I'm trying."
"Well,
don't let Richie give you any grief! And make sure you call me if you need
anything."
Brianna
chuckled, "I will. Thanks Joan."
That
night, the young kids fevers finally broke and the spewing stopped. Over the
next couple days they recuperated quickly. The same could not be said for the
big kids. Between Richie's moaning and Jon's whining, Brianna decided she'd
rather deal with four sick kids than two sick manchildren..
"Stop
whining or I'll smother you with a pillow." Brianna warned her husband as
she straightened the bed. Fevers made him a restless sleeper, which was part of
the reason she was sleeping elsewhere.
"I
just want to cuddle." Jon pouted.
Brianna
left the room, returning a minute later with one of Romeo's big teddy bears
which she laid down beside him. "Here. Cuddle this."
"It's
not the same. I don't know why you're not sleeping here where you belong."
"Because
I'm trying to limit my prolonged exposure to the germs. If I get sick who's
going to look after you? Now get some rest." She smoothed back his hair
and bent to kiss his forehead.
Jon
grumbled, but his eyes drifted closed. When she looked back at him from the
doorway, he had clutched the bear under his chin and was already asleep.
It
was another couple days before the men were over the worst of it.
Brianna
was in the kitchen when Jon appeared, showered and freshly shaven. "Hey
there! Feeling better?"
He
grunted and sat on a stool at the island. "Coffee."
She
smiled as she poured him a cup and handed it to him. "How about some
breakfast? Maybe some poached eggs and bacon?" Her smile grew when he
shuddered and scowled. "Stomach not up to that yet? How about scrambled
eggs and toast? Or do you just want toast or maybe cereal?"
He
considers that for a moment while he sipped. "Scrambled and toast.
Please."
Knowing
how how was before his coffee, she stood at the stove quietly while she cooked
his eggs.
The
click of Jon's mug hitting the countertop was loud in the room.
"Bri....this isn't working for me."
She
froze, her stomach sinking. She'd heard those words from the man who was her
husband before. That time it was his explanation for screwing around on her.
She didn't believe that was the case this time. What does he mean by that?
We've only been married a few months! Swallowing heavily, she took a deep
breath. "What isn't working for you?"
"You
here while I'm on the road. Amanda's not doing a bad job, but she's not you. I
don't want to go through another marriage where I'm separated from my wife for
months at a time." He frowned. "But the last few days have also shown
how much the kids need you here."
Breathing
normally again, Brianna set down the spatula and turned to lean on the counter
across from him. "So we're right back to square one. I can't be in two
places at once, so what do we do?"
"You
know, for two of the smartest people I know, you two can be pretty dense."
Richie commented as he entered the room and headed for the coffee pot.
"Mmm. That smells good."
"Okay
Dr. Sambora, what are we being dense about?" Brianna asked a little
sharply as she rose and walked over to put bread in the toaster.
But
Richie didn't take offence at her tone. He reached for a plate, scooped out the
cooked eggs and cracked more into the pan. "What's the key to any
successful marriage? The romantics will tell you it's love, but that's only
part of it. The realists will tell you it's patience and compromise."
"Okay,
I'll buy that." Jon nodded. "So how do we compromise?"
"Well,
this is going to take some compromising on the kids part as well." He
warned. "Have you got a copy of the tour schedule handy?"
"In
the office. I'll go grab it." Brianna was curious about what Richie saw
that they hadn't. Returning, she spread the sheets out on the counter.
Richie
studied them for a few minutes. "Okay. Off the top of my head, I'd say
Brianna tours with us for the east coast shows while the grandparents or someone stays with the
kids, then Brianna stays home for the west coast shows."
"And
what about Europe?" Brianna asked.
"Once
we're out of school we go with you." Stephanie suggested as she entered
the room, having obviously heard enough of their conversation to understand the
topic.
"You'd
really be okay with me going on tour for a few weeks?" Brianna needed to
be sure.
"Yes."
"And
what about your brothers?"
Stephanie
shrugged. "They'll survive."
"No!"
Jesse disagreed from the doorway.
"Jess..."
"No!"
Jesse cut his sister off. "We need her here. Mom never went on tour."
"Jesse..."
Jon began, but Stephanie beat him to it.
"Because
she didn't want to. She hated all the paparazzi and living out of a suitcase
and the craziness of tour life. She told us she'd done it when they were
younger, but she'd had enough and preferred to stay home with us. But that was
Mom's choice. Do you remember what Grandma told us when Bri and Dad started
dating?"
Jesse
frowned, but nodded. "That Brianna isn't Mom. She doesn't have the same
likes, wants and needs and we shouldn't expect her to do things the same way
Mom did."
Brianna's
brows rose in surprise and she exchanged a glance with Jon. He just shrugged.
"Right."
Stephanie agreed. "So if it makes her - and Dad - happy that she goes with
him for part of the tour, then we have to support that. It's not forever. It's
only for a few weeks. We'll survive." She paused. "We've found
happiness as a family again Jess. We can't be the cause of that falling
apart."
Jesse
sighed, but nodded.
"You're
doing what?" Lisa shook her head vigorously, sure she must have misheard
her sister-in-law.
"I'm
having the family over for dinner on December 27th." Brianna repeated.
"The
whole family?"
"Yes.
Both families actually."
"Okay.
I have to ask. Why?" Lisa shuddered at the thought of the drama and
arguments that could arise at any gathering where Edward was present.
"Because
I want to have all of my family in my life with everyone getting along. And I'm
hoping being around Jon's family and seeing how they interact might get Father
to ease up."
Lisa
hesitated. "You you really think that will happen?"
Brianna
sighed. "No, but I live in hope."
"You're
a brave woman." Rachel murmured to her sister-in-law as she entered the
house on the Navesink. Both of Brianna's sisters-in-law kept their families
away from Edward as much as possible.
"Brianna,
the house looks beautiful!" Sara exclaimed.
"Thanks."
Brianna had taken more time than usual decorating the house for Christmas. Jon
had wisely kept quiet and helped when he was asked. She watched her father
carefully for his reaction. Seeing him glance around and nod, she let out a
relieved breath, her hopes for a peaceful evening growing.
It
lasted all the way until dessert.
"Fantastic
meal Sunshine." Matt patted his stomach and eyed the pie in front of him.
"I vote you have the next family get together too. You know, to give Mom a
break."
Carol
rolled her eyes, but smiled at Brianna.
"I
agree." Tony spoke up from further down the table. "Maybe when you
guys get back from Europe?" He pouted. "I still wish you were coming
to the west coast with them Sunshine."
Brianna
smiled. "Maybe next time. This is the compromise we can all live with
right now."
"What
are you talking abut Brianna? Are you going on tour after all?" Sara
frowned. "I thought you were staying home with the children."
"Just
for part of it. I'll stay home for the west coast shows, Carol and John are
going to stay with the kids while I join Jon for the east coast shows..."
"Then
we're all going to Europe!" Jake finished with a grin.
"So
everybody sacrifices a little, but no one sacrifices a lot." Sara summed
up the plan with a nod. "Sounds like a good compromise."
"It's
not a sacrifice to care for your home and children." Edward argued.
"No,
but it's not a crime to want more." Carol spoke up. "Being a wife and
mother is wonderful, but sometimes, especially as the kids get older, it takes
more to feel fulfilled."
"My
daughter was raised to know better. My daughter..."
"Is
now my wife!" Jon interrupted his father-in-law before he said something
that started World War III. He could sense Brianna's tension even from the
other end of the table and knew he'd see pain in her eyes. This had to stop!
"Her goal now is not to make you happy, but to make me, the kids
and most of all herself happy!" He struggled to control his temper.
"Edward, I get where you're coming from. But you've raised a smart, very
capable and compassionate woman. She has always put the needs of the kids and
me above her own. I love her and I want her to be happy. I also want her with
me as much as possible. That makes me happy. Now, I would love to have
you as part of our family, but I won't stand by and listen to my wife being
belittled and demoralized, especially by her own father! So if you want to be a
part of our lives, our family, you have to understand and accept that the
decisions Bri makes will be what she feels is right for herself, and our
family. You don't have to agree with them, but you do have to keep your
criticism to yourself or you will not be welcome here."
"Edward
please!" Sara reached out to grip her husband's hand.
The
room was silent as everyone held their breath waiting for Edward's response.
Edward
eyed his son-in-law, his wife, and finally his daughter. "At least this
time you found a man who'll stand up for you and beside you instead of taking
the first opportunity to toss you aside. I can see that he loves you and you
seem to be happy with him and his family."
"I
am. Very happy." Brianna assured him.
"That's
all I ever wanted for you. I'm still not convinced you will be long term, but
as long as you're happy, I'll keep my reservations to myself." He looked
at Jon again. "But at the first sign
she's unhappy, this truce - and my silence - is over."
Jon
nodded curtly. "Understood."
Breaths
around the table were released as the tension eased and everyone dug into their
desserts and conversation resumed. The rest of the evening was as relaxed and
peaceful as Brianna had hoped it would be.
Standing
at the front door waving their guests off, Brianna waited until the last car
pulled away, then turned and threw her arms around her husband's neck. "I
love you so much! My hero! Thank you!"
Jon
hugged her tight. "After everything we've been through....that you helped
us get through...did you really think I would stand by and let him treat you
like that?" He leaned back to look in her eyes. "You've helped us
become a happy family again, Golden Eyes. For that and everything you do for
us, I will always defend and protect you. I love you."
They
turned back towards the house to find Stephanie and Jesse standing in the
doorway.
"That
was pretty awesome Dad." Stephanie praised him.
"Yeah.
Way to go." Jesse added.
"Thanks."
Jon looked around as his smiling family. "Just taking care of
business."
The
Bongiovi's were good at that.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Chapter 125
The ringing of the
house phone startled Brianna from her concentration on the proposal she was
preparing for Jon and the Foundation on lunch programs for the local public
schools. "Hello?"
"Mrs.
Bongiovi?"
"Yes?"
"Hi. This is
Judy Baker calling from the school."
Brianna frowned.
"Hi. Is something wrong with Jake?"
"I'm afraid so.
Nothing serious. I think he's caught the flu that's going around. He's warm and
he just threw up."
"Poor kid. I'm
on my way. Thanks for calling."
"He's in the
nurse's room laying down. Just go to the office when you get here."
"Okay. Thanks
again." Hanging up, Brianna stood and looked at Romeo who was playing with
some toys on the floor in front of her desk. "Come on Little Man. Jake's
sick and we have to go get him."
"Okay." He
rose and followed her, content to go along with what she wanted....until he saw
the winter coat she held out for him. "No!"
"Come on Romeo,
we have to go get Jake."
"No coat!"
"You have to
wear a coat. It's cold outside." November had been fairly mild, but
December seemed to be trying to make up for it. Two feet of snow had been
dumped on the area a couple days earlier and the temperature had dropped a good
ten degrees.
But Romeo wanted no
part of it. "No no no no no!" He shook his head vigorously as he
backed away from her.
Mary, one of the
cleaning staff who had occasionally helped with the kids appeared at the top of
the stairs. "I'll keep an eye on him if you want to leave him here."
Brianna looked at Romeo.
"Do you want to stay home with Mary or come with me?"
He considered for a
moment. "Stay wif Mawy."
"Okay. I'll be
back soon." Pulling on her coat and boots, she grabbed her purse and keys
and rushed out to her car.
At the school,
Brianna found a pale Jake huddled on the cot in the nurse's room. "Hey
buddy." She smoothed his hair off his forehead and frowned at the warmth
of his skin.
"I'm sick."
"I know. Do you
want to go home?"
He nodded.
"Okay. Can you
sit up for me?"
He nodded again and sat
up. Brianna reached over to a nearby chair where someone had set his coat,
boots and lunch box. She got him dressed and straightened. "Ready to
go?"
Jake nodded yet again
and held up his arms, obviously wanting to be carried. Brianna obliged, bending
to lift him into her arms.
The nurse handed her
his lunch box. "Feel better Jake."
Brianna got Jake home
and settled into bed with some Tylenol - and a bucket. Returning downstairs,
she went into the kitchen to start making a list of groceries and other
supplies they needed to cope with sickness in the house.
That's where Mary
found her. "Is there anything else you want me to do today?"
Brianna glanced at
the clock. "Can you stay until I pick up the other two?"
"Sure. No
problem."
List in hand, Brianna
set out again. The wind had picked up considerably in the short time she'd been
inside and the sky had taken on an
ominous cast. It looked like more snow was on the way. I hope it holds off
until I get home.
Pulling up in front
of the school, she was surprised to see Stephanie and Jesse both ready and
waiting. In fact, she'd barely come to a complete stop before they were
reaching for the door handles. "Hey guys. You're sure in a hurry today.
What's going....on? Uh oh." She'd turned to look at them as she spoke and
had her answer as soon as she saw Jesse's pale face. "Are you alright
Jess?"
He shook his head.
"I feel like sh...crap."
Brianna grimaced
sympathetically. "Jake came home early with the flu. Looks like you've got
it too. Can you hold on long enough for me to make a quick stop at the grocery
store? By the looks of the sky we're in for more snow and we need a few
supplies."
Jesse nodded.
"If I have to I'll puke in the parking lot."
"Nice
Jess." Stephanie wrinkled her nose.
He just shrugged and
leaned his head against the window.
At the grocery store
Brianna parked and shut off the car. "I'll be quick."
"I'll come with
you." Stephanie offered. "If we split up the list we'll be twice as
fast."
Brianna looked from
Jesse's face to the darkening sky. "Good idea. Thanks."
They were in and out
in record time and made it home just as the first flakes were starting to fall.
"Mary, it's
starting to snow." Brianna warned as she set down the bags she was
carrying. "You'd better get going unless you want to stay here."
Mary rushed into the
foyer to grab her coat and boots. She glanced at Jesse's face, frowned and
looked at Brianna. "Another patient?"
"Looks like
it."
"Do you want me
to stay?"
Brianna shook her
head. "No, that's okay. I've got it."
A couple hours later,
she wondered if her confidence had been a bit premature. After getting Jesse
settled into bed with Tylenol and a bucket, she returned downstairs and debated
options for dinner that would soothe a queasy stomach.
"Bina hep!"
"What's the
matter Little Man? You getting hungry?"
He shook his head.
"My tummy hurts."
Uh oh. She walked over to crouch down feel his
forehead. "Does your head hurt?"
"Bri, where's
the...."
What ever Stephanie
was going to ask for was cut off and forgotten as Romeo made a choking sound,
then threw up....on Brianna.
"Ew,
gross!" Stephanie grimaced.
"Grab some paper
towels please Steph."
"I sowy!"
"It's okay
Little Man. You couldn't help it." Three down.
Cleaned up, Romeo in
bed, Brianna was once again in the kitchen, this time with a clipboard and
sheets of paper.
"What are you
doing?" Stephanie sat on the stool beside her.
"Making a chart
to keep track of when they've had Tylenol so that I don't over dose them. With
so many sick this is the easiest way to keep track." She eyed the
teenager. "How are you feeling?"
Stephanie shrugged.
"I've got a bit of a headache, but otherwise I'm fine." She stood and
walked over to the window. "When does Dad get home?"
"Day after
tomorrow. They've got a show tonight...or last night, I've lost track of the
time difference, then they're coming home." The thought crossed her mind
that he hadn't called today like he usually did, but she pushed it aside. She
had enough to worry about right now.
"Hope the snow
stops in time."
"Me too."
A couple hours later,
Brianna stepped out of Jesse's room to empty his pail and met Stephanie coming
out of the bathroom. Her pale face and reddened eyes said it all.
"You too?"
Stephanie nodded and
headed for her bedroom.
Sighing, Brianna
cleaned the pail she was carrying, put it back in Jesse's room, then went in
search of another one for Steph.
It wasn't until
almost midnight as she wrote the latest Tylenol doses on her chart that she
realized Jon still hadn't called. Amanda hadn't contacted her either, but she
couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
Frowning, she went
into her office and booted up her computer. A quick internet search provided
videos of interviews done the day before and clips from the show. Uh oh.
The interviews showed a very impatient Jon fidgeting in his chair, checking his
watch constantly while Richie answered the majority of the questions. Wonder
what's got his panties in a twist?
Before she could
investigate further, a cry from upstairs had her rushing up to Romeo's room.
His bucket was empty, but it very quickly became apparent that while one end
had paused in its spewing, the other end had started.
"I sowy! I
sowy!" Romeo cried.
"Shhhh Little
Man, it's okay. You can't help it." She reassured him as she set about
getting him and his bed cleaned up.
Then it was time for
laundry and the next round of bed checks and Tylenol. She'd just sat down when
her phone rang. "Hi honey."
"Hi. You've got
to talk to Amanda."
Brianna sighed, not
sure she had the energy to deal with anything more. "What's wrong?"
"She's fucking
up left, right, and centre." Jon growled. "My ginseng's alway late,
she's mixing up interviews, switching them around without telling me so I don't
know who I'm talking to, my food's either cold or too spicy, and yesterday I
asked for lozenges and she brings me COUGH DROPS! It's a train wreck! You need
to fix it."
"I can't fix it
from here." Brianna sighed, too tired to deal with him in diva mode.
"Did she really not tell you about the interview switch or did you not pay
attention or check your schedule before you walked in?" She'd been there,
dealt with that. "As for the rest....it's her first tour Jon, and she's
never worked with a musician before. She's not familiar with how it works and
what your specific preferences are."
"You picked it
up right away."
Her lips twitched.
"That's 'cause I'm good."
"I have a whole
new appreciation of your skills Golden Eyes." He admitted.
"I'm glad to
hear that. You just need to be patient and give her time to find her
balance."
"I don't have
time for that! You were supposed to train her!"
Her own patience
snapped. "I can't train her from thousands of miles away! You're a big boy
Jon, open your mouth and tell her what you need - and don't yell it at her. Or
fire her and get someone else."
"You need
to..."
"You'll have to
deal with it. I don't have time for this Jon. I have four kids sick with the
flu. I'm up to my elbows in vomit and shit. I don't have any time for yours.
I'll see you when you get home." Disconnecting, she tossed the phone onto
the couch beside her.
Jon blew out a
breath, cursed and tossed his phone aside.
"Problem?" Richie asked from the doorway.
"The kids are
all down with the flu."
"Hmmm. Bet
they're glad we left Sunshine at home."
Jon just grunted.
"Glad we're
going home tomorrow." David rubbed his throat as he joined them. "My
throat is killing me."
"Well, keep it
to yourself." Jon instructed. "I've got enough to deal with."
He'd been ignoring the tickling in his own throat for two days.
Richie raised a brow
at his front man's grouchy tone. "Missing your wife already? Or just horny?"
Jon grunted.
"How are you
going to make it through the rest of the tour?"
Jon was wondering the
same thing himself.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Chapter 124
The
next morning Jon was once again at his desk. Turning on his computer, he pulled
up his latest updated schedule and scowled. "Bri!" God dammit!
Standing, he strode from the room. "Brianna!"
Uh
oh. Full name. Not good. Brianna lifted her gaze from the
invitation she was reading as he stomped into her office. "What's
wrong?"
"Have
you seen my latest schedule for Japan?"
"I
haven't looked at it since we got home. What's the problem?"
"Look
at it."
Turning
to her computer, she pulled up his schedule and frowned. "I'll fix
it."
His
jaw twitched as he fought to bite back the words he really wanted to say. He
settled for a grunt. "And talk to Amanda."
Brianna
waited until he'd returned to his own office before raising her middle finger
in his direction. This was where being married to your boss got tricky. As an
employee, she expected to get reprimanded for screw ups, but as his wife she
didn't care for his tone. Sighing, she picked up the phone and dialled.
"Hi Amanda, it's Brianna."
"Hey!
You're home! How was the honeymoon?"
"Paradise.
It's hard to get back into work mode." Brianna admitted.
"I'll
bet. Well, I think everything's under control. I've sent you the latest mail
and the schedules for Japan and Australia are pretty much set."
"Yeah,
about that. Can we take a look at Japan for a minute?"
"Sure.
Is someone wrong?" Amanda sounded nervous.
"A
couple of the interviews need to be rescheduled." She paused. "Did
you forget that Jon doesn't do interviews on show days?"
"Oh
shit." Amanda swore. "I'm sorry. I forgot. I meant to ask you about why that is. Is it just one of his
quirks or is there a reason for it?"
"It's
to save his voice for the show. You also have to remember - and occasionally
remind some others - that if you have to talk to him on show days make sure
that the questions are worded to require only yes or no answers that he can
either nod or shake his head for. And make sure he takes his ginseng. You'll
have to watch and listen to him closely. He won't always tell you if his throat
is sore or bothering him."
As
she listened to Brianna list all the things she needed to be aware of during
the tour, Amanda could hear the wistful note in her voice. "You should be the one going on
tour. It's obvious you love it."
"Yes,
but the kids need me to be at home." And no matter how much she wanted to
go on tour, no matter how hard she tried to think of options around it, it was
a reality she couldn't ignore or overcome. She had to stay home. Maybe if she
could convince herself it was her choice to stay home it wouldn't hurt as much.
As
the tour drew closer, the tension in the mansion on the Navesink grew. There
were no arguments or even harsh words, but it was obvious neither of the adults
were happy. Brianna struggled to hide her disappointment and Jon tried to find
some way to make her feel better.
"I
don't know why I have to sit and watch you do this." Jon grumbled as he
watched her set jeans in his bag.
"Would
you rather do it yourself?"
"No,
I'd rather let you do it and go for a run."
"What's
the first thing customs asks you about your luggage?"
He
frowned, then sighed. "If I packed it myself and do I know everything
that's in it."
"Right.
And since I won't be there to back you up you need to watch what I put in
here." She smirked. "You never know what I might sneak in."
He
didn't smile at her feeble attempt at a joke. "You know I want you with
me."
"I
know." She didn't look up from the suitcase.
"If
there was any way..."
"I
know. But the kids have to come first."
"Honey...."
"Jon,
it's okay. We've been over this a hundred times. I get it. I understand and
agree." She shrugged. "There'll be other tours. The kids need me home
right now."
"I
don't want you to blame me and think I don't value you and the job you do. I
know how much you love your job and how important it is to you."
"I
don't blame you. It's nobody's fault. It is what it is. And when it comes right
down to it, the kids well being is more important than any job."
"Maybe
you could explain it to Steph. She thinks I'm becoming like your father and I'm
forcing you to stay home because that's your place."
Her
brows rose. "Is that why she's been giving you attitude lately?"
He
nodded. "Uh huh. She's worried about me denying you what makes you
happy." He rubbed a hand over his
face. "She said the family had finally found happiness again and she's
afraid you staying home will make you miserable and will destroy that
happiness."
Brianna
sighed. "I'll talk to her."
The
day before Jon left, Brianna was in the kitchen making cookies when Stephanie
wandered in. Her eyes widened as she looked around. "Whoa! Jake's class
having a bake sale or something?"
"No,
I'm making extra cooking for Dad and the guys to take on the plane."
"I'm
sure the uncles would rather take you with them. They know you're good
at more than just baking cookies and that you deserve the freedom to do the job
you love."
Wow!
Jon wasn't kidding. Sliding a tray of dough balls into the oven, Brianna grabbed a
couple of Coke's out of the fridge and motioned to the stools beside the
island. "Let's sit down and talk." She waited for Stephanie to sit
and handed her a can. "Your Dad isn't forcing me to stay home. It was my
decision. Contrary to what you obviously think, he does recognize my
abilities."
"He
has a funny way of showing it. As soon as you get married he's running of on
tour while you stay home."
"Steph,
when you get married and have a family you'll find out very quickly that
balancing work and family is not always easy, particularly with a job like your
dads. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good."
"But
you shouldn't always be the one making the sacrifice!"
"I'm
not. Your dad gave up a lot of what he loves to do over the last couple years
because it was what the family needed. When it came to the tour we had to weigh
his needs, my needs and the needs of you and your brothers. And Steph, the
needs of you and your brothers will always come first with me. You guys
need me here more than your dad needs me with him or I need to tour."
"But
you love touring." Stephanie argued. "You shouldn't have to give that
up because of us! We can cope with Grandma and Grandpa or whoever you get to
stay with us. It's not forever."
"No
it's not. And it's not the last tour either. And that's why I chose to stay
home this time. When Jake and Romeo are a little older we'll all feel more
comfortable with me going on the road for weeks at a time."
Stephanie
wasn't convinced. "It's not fair!"
"Maybe
not, but that's life." Brianna tried to think of a way to make her
understand. "Steph......a couple years ago I never thought I'd have a
family of my own. The fact that you and your brothers have accepted me and
opened your hearts to me to the point of actually wanting me with you means
more to me than I can ever say. That acceptance, that...love...is more than
worth missing a tour or two. I would miss the time spent with you guys far more
than I'll miss the tour." And that's how I need to look at it.
"Really?"
"Really."
She reached over to hug the teenager. "Come on. Help me finish the cookies
and decide what to have for dinner."
"Okay."
The
next day, as they all stood outside to say goodbye to Jon, Stephanie gave her
dad an extra tight hug. "Have a safe trip. I love you Daddy."
"I
love you too sweetie."
She leaned back to look at him. "I still
think you should bring Bri an extra-special present."
Jon
laughed and gave her a squeeze. "That's a good idea."
After
hugging the other kids, Jon turned to Brianna. "Want me to bring you some
saki?"
Brianna
shuddered. "No thanks."
He
grinned. "Not in the mood for a little Top Gun?" At her withering
look, he chuckled and hugged her. "Thanks for sorting things out with
Steph. I don't like it when she's mad at me."
"You're
just a big softie." She stroked his cheek and kissed him.
"Just
when it comes to my family. I love you."
"I
love you too. Have a safe flight, call me when you get there and make sure you
share the cookies with the guys."
He
snorted. "They'll have to earn them first." he opened the car door.
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
They all waved until the car cleared the gates.
Entering
the house after taking the kids to school, Brianna checked her phone again,
then checked the house phone and frowned. Jon should have landed awhile ago,
but he still hadn't called. She didn't know whether he'd just forgotten or if
something had happened.
"Bina
what wong?"
"Nothing,"
I hope. "I was just checking if Daddy had called." She clapped
her hands together. "Okay Little Man, it's just you and me. What do you
want to do?"
"Have
cookies?"
Brianna
chuckled. "Not until after lunch."
"Oh.
Puzzle?"
"That
we can do. Let's go pick one out."
They'd
just settled on the living room floor with the chosen puzzle when Brianna's
phone rang. Finally! "Hey honey. What happened?"
"What
do you mean?"
"You
should have landed a couple hours ago. Did you just forget to call or was there
a problem?"
Jon
scowled. "The assholes that I'm travelling with thought it would be funny
to tell Japanese customs that there was no way I packed my own bag so they'd
better search it. They questioned me for fifteen minutes, but didn't find
anything. So they searched everyone's luggage. We just got to the hotel."
"Aren't
you glad I made you watch me pack for you?"
"Yes
dear." He sipped his wine. I miss you already. "Everything
okay on your end?"
"Yeah.
Romeo and I are just doing a puzzle." I miss you already.
They
talked for the better part of an hour, neither one wanting to say goodbye. But
finally Jon needed to get some sleep.
"I'll
call you tomorrow after the interviews. I love you."
"I
love you too. Bye."
Both
stared at their phones and sighed. It was going to be a long tour.
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