Chapter three

Jon sat in his lonely hotel room, he had been on the road for four weeks and since he hadn't felt any better. In fact he felt worse. He missed his babies.  At least one good thing came out of the trip so far, he had seen Becky he had gotten in touch with her... fiance. If he wasn't Becky's fiance they would probably be best friends by now. He was a nice guy. Jon was constantly in touch with him, he was getting him a record deal! He couldn't believe he was doing so much for one girl. 

Jon sat thinking about Becky's pregnancy. He was sure the baby was his. She was twenty weeks pregnant and twenty weeks ago they were in New Jersey. She hadn't met Nicky yet. He was positive he was the father. What would his children say if he was the father? Jake and Romeo he wasn't worried about, they would be delighted, but Stephanie and Jesse that was a whole different story. That could go either way... or both. One few thing he knew for sure... they would be angry with him for cheating on their mother with their nanny. He hoped that anger would pass quickly and they would come to accept and love the baby as their sibling. 

Jon's thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. It was on the table beside him, Dorothea's picture came up. Jon sighed, he did not want to answer it. It finally stopped ringing, Jon was delighted. But then it started once again. Jon let out a sigh and answered the phone. "Yes sweetheart?" he said in the most sarcastic way possible, rolling his eyes. "Jon you need to come home right away..." there was panic in her voice. The worst of worst thoughts went through his mind. "Wh.." he started but Dorothea cut him off "it's Romeo...he won't come out of his room for anyone. Somehow he managed to find a way to lock himself in there and he won't come out until his you come home!" Jon felt relief knowing that no one was hurt and he had a reason to come home. "OK. Bye." he said hanging up on her and ringing the airline, he started to pack his bag. "Hello, yes I need to book a flight to New Jersey the next flight going out if possible... I don't care about the price... Look I need to be on that flight, my five year old is locked in his room and won't come out until I come home!...My name is John Bongiovi..." he got his credit card out of his wallet and told her his details. "Thank you very much," he said hanging up.

Jon grabbed his bags and ran down to check out. Richie was in the lobby, "where you goin' man?" he asked, "I need to go home.. Romeo locked himself in his room and won't come out until I come home.. he has no food or water or anything.." he replied. "What about your bike?" Richie asked, "I'm driving it to the airport...you can come collect it and sell the fucking thing if you want!" Jon replied walking out the door. He got on his bike and drove off, Richie followed behind on his bike. 

Chapter two

"Please, come to me," Jon begged, and she was happy to oblige. He sat on the edge of the bed and worshipped her. With careful fingers he gently fondled her buttocks. They were smooth and firm, and he dreamt of them at night. He rubbed his hands up and down her long lucious legs as he licked her pussy. She was moaning...moaning..moaning.

Jon cursed when he woke up, he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to fall back asleep and continue to dream about Becky and himself having sex.

He was in the Madison hotel in San Francisco, he really couldn't remember why he let Richie let him do this. He was playing a gig at this hotel with some guy who played here every friday night. He was meeting him at the stage at 1pm to go over things for the gig.

"MORNING SUNSHINE!" He heard someone shout all too cheerly. He looked up and saw Richie standing there with a big grin on his face, "You should really start locking your doors or you'll get a load of crazy fans trying to rape you" he said laughing. Jon rolled his eyes at Richie, he had never locked his hotel room doors not for 20 odd years. Unless Dorothea or the kids were with him.

Jon pulled the covers off of himself to reveal his very naked body. "You really want to give the crazy fans heart attacks don't you?" he said throwing some jeans at Jon. Jon faked a laugh. He put on the jeans and grabbed a very old t-shirt of his.

Standing on stage was a tall, tanned man with jet black floppy hair. He walked over to them and shook their hands. "I'm Nicky, nice to meet you," he said with a smile, "you too.." Jon replied.

They ran through some songs they were going to sing, Jon and Nicky started chatting and soon found out they had alot of things in common. "You married?" Jon asked twisting his ring around, he didn't know why he still wore it the marriage was basically over what was left of it was hanging on by the skin of it's teeth. "Hopefully soon to be engaged," Nicky said with a smile, "I'm going to ask her to marry me today... she's pregnant too," he said smiling then took his wallet out and showed Jon a scan of the baby. "I remember these.." Jon said with a smile, he remembered when Dorothea was pregnant with Stephanie and they got the first scan, he showed it to everyone he was so happy he was going to be a dad. Jon handed the scan back to Nicky who placed it carefully back in place. "How many weeks?" Jon asked, Nicky's smile grew wider "seventeen-ish" he said with a slight laugh. "And this is her... my beautiful Becky," Becky... of course her name would have to be Becky. Nicky handed the picture to Jon. His heart sank, his face dropped, he turned a ghastly white. Was somebody playing a cruel hurtful joke on him?! "She's..beautiful.." Jon's voice cracked when he said it. "How many weeks pregnant did you say she was?" Jon asked wondering if it could be his child, no it was impossible he always wore a condom. "About seventeen.." Nicky replied. "And is she coming tonight?" "Yes"

Becky was coming tonight, Jon would be able to see Becky. He may be able to win her back... but how? Then the idea came to his head, a song. Ah but to write a song in such short time and music also... not impossible.. just very hard. Jon went up on stage and sat at the piano. Now really was not the time for writers block. Come on you stupid brain! Start working! He had to write THE perfect love song. Something with good memories...something with funny memories. Jon laughed remembering when Romeo was about one and Dorothea and himself went on a vacation alone and Becky was to mind their plants as well as the kids and when they came back all the plants were dead. All of a sudden several lyrics came into Jon's head all at once, he began writing eagerly.

Chapter One

It had been four months since Becky had left. Jon was in his bedroom, in New York, somewhere he never truely felt at home, he was balling his eyes out. He had lost the love of his life. He had tried to contact her but each time failed.

Dorothea came into the room, "Oh don't tell me your crying over that little whore!" she said bitterly. Jon stood up angerly to face her, "Don't you fucking dare call Becky that!" he said through his teeth. "Well that's what she was! She slept with you FOR FIVE YEARS JON! KNOWING YOU WERE MARRIED AND HAD CHILDREN!" Jon held onto the sleeves of his sweatshirt tightly, incase Dorothea pushed him too much. "I CHOSE TO DO IT! I KNEW I WAS MARRIED! I KNEW I HAD CHILDREN! BUT I DID IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING LOVED HER!" Jon yelled. He had never been angier in his life. He felt like nurdering her. "HA! Loved her, you don't know what your saying!" Dorothea said with a laugh, "Oh don't I?" Jon asked, not wanting an answer. "I love her much MUCH more than I ever loved you!" Jon said with meaning in every word he said.

Dorothea didn't know what to say. What could she say? Her husband, the man she loved just confessed to loving another woman more than he had ever loved her. She walked up to Jon and hit him across the face as hard as possible.

Jon stormed down to the living room. His face was stinging and felt as though it was burning, from the slap.

Stephanie and Jesse were sitting at the table. Whispering to each other. Stephanie looked upset. "Mom and dad just had another argument.." she whispered to Jesse who was reading a magazine. He looked up at Stephanie, her eyes were red from crying. "What happened? What did you hear?" Jesse whispered back, he was quite worried. "Dad loves Becky. He loves her more than he has ever loved mom..." she said.

Jon's cell phone rang, he checked the caller ID before answering, hoping it would be Becky. But it wasn't, it was Richie. "Hey Rich.." Jon said, sadness was evident in his voice. "Hey man, there's a box outside your door.." Richie told him. A confused expression came upon Jon's face, then he realised and he smiled for the first time in four months. He walked over to the door as fast as possible, Stephanie and Jesse watched him, they were still upset about what Stephanie heard, but happy that he smiled. He swung the door open and there stood Richie. His best friend, someone he could always count on. "Hey man" Richie said with a smile. They both hung up and put their cells in their pockets.

They hugged for a moment. "I got a call from a lil' girl worried about her daddy... lucky for you, I was in Jersey.." Richie said, then gave him the box. Stephanie always knew when Jon was upset and he always knew how to make him better.

Jon walked inside and Richie followed him, closing the door. Jon put the box down on the coffee table and sat down. Stephanie walked over to Richie and gave him a hug, "thanks mook.." Stephanie was like a daughter to Richie, he would do anything for her. "Anytime chick, anytime.." Richie whispered. Jesse nodded to Richie, "Hey Jess," Richie said high fiving him.

"Steph, Jess can ye go to your rooms or something..dad needs to talk with Rich alone," Jon asked, Stephanie and Jesse did as their father asked. Jon and Richie sat in silence until they were long gone.

"Stephanie knows everything.." Richie told Jon, Jon face fell. He didn't know what to say. "Why didn't you tell me man?" Richie asked, Jon shook his head, his eyes started to fill up with tears. "I don't know man, I-I-I just..." Jon sighed, Richie nodded, "thought I'd side with Dot?" Jon nodded, "I love Becky and now she's gone, I should of told her.. but I didn't.. I screwed up.." Jon said. Usually Richie would make a joke around this point but knew this wasn't the time, he had never seen Jon more upset. Richie picked up the box and threw it at Jon. "Open it.." he told him. Jon opened the box, a set of keys and a leather jacket were in it. His face lit up, "Get your stuff, Dr.Dare is gonna ride again!" Richie said with a smile.

Introduction...

This is going to be basically the same story as 'WILD NIGHTS' but this one is in Jon's perspective, this one has a few extra details of what is going on with Jon.
http://theyweretwokidsinlove.blogspot.com/ that is the link to Becky's perspective of the story.


I would like to remind everyone that this is a fan fiction, yes SOME characaters are based on actual people, but the story line is not. Jon Bon Jovi is happily married to his beautiful wife, Dorothea and four beautiful children.

Many thanks,
Ava. :-)