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.