Chapter Twelve

Jon sat in bed that night reading his book, The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari - he had read it five times already but loved it. But he couldn't concentrate on the book, something else was on his mind, or someone was on his mind. He couldn't get Serafina out of his head, she was so beautiful and they had so much in common. He couldn't believe he lied to her about his name, he felt awful about it. He was meeting her again on Monday, same place, same time. He thought about telling her the truth - that his name was Jon Bon Jovi, not Frank Sharkey. He was a major rock star, not lawyer. That he had four homes, a mansion in New Jersey, a penthouse apartment in New York , a huge holiday home in East Hampton and a chateaux in the south of France and not a tiny apartment in Harlem. But why ruin what he had going on here? It mightn't even lead anywhere! It could just end up being two drinks and then they'll never see each other again.

Jon's door opened, Romeo was standing there with his teddy bear - Mickey. "Daddy I had a scary dream" he said, Jon was thankful that he had decided against sleeping nude that night. "Want to stay in here tonight Munchkin?" Jon asked, Romeo nodded his head and climbed into the bed and cuddled up to Jon. Jon had to admit, he sometimes wished his kids would have bad dreams and come into him, he hated that empty space in the bed. "Can I turn off the light tonight?" Jon asked, some nights Romeo was afraid of the dark, other nights he wasn't. Romeo thought about it for a few minutes and then decided against it, "No!" he said closing his eyes.

When Jon woke up the next morning the first thing he heard was someone shouting. He slowly got out of his bed, he went to scratch his ass and it felt wet. "Did I..." he looked at the bed and remembered Romeo slept in there with him last night, "Romeo" he said to himself. He quickly changed his boxers and went downstairs.

Christian and Claire were in the living room having a screaming match. "Sssh! It's too early for daddy" Jon said half asleep putting a finger up to his lips. "Guess what, Jon. Guess what your son has decided" Claire said sounding pissed off. Jon narrowed his eyes and looked at Christian "What did you do now?" he asked. Richie came in and sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, it was known as 'Richie's seat' because he was the only person who sat in it. "We were having sex last night," Claire began, Jon really didn't want to imagine his son having sex. "And when we finish he turns to me and says, 'Hunny, I think I'm gay'!" Richie dropped his newspaper and burst out laughing. Jon turned to him and gave him a dirty look, he pointed to the door leading to the kitchen, "Go - Now!" Jon said then turned back to Christian and Claire. "I guess it's too early for humor" Richie said trying to hold in the laughter. "Son, I support you in everything you do, but that is not what you say to your wife, of two days, after having sex - now daddy's going to have a morning pick me up" Jon said walking to the kitchen.

"This family makes me look sane!" Richie said laughing, he was doing the crossword. "A kitchen utensil, five letters" Jon sat down looking around the kitchen, there was a knife on the table. "Knife" he said, Richie counted the letters and wrote it down. "What's your mom and dad going say about Christian?" Richie asked writing down different answers. Jon hadn't thought about what they would say and what would it matter? As long as Christian was happy. "Dad will be fine with it, he might be a bit shocked at first but he'll accept it, mom will be the bitch she always is and flip out" Jon said, Richie shook his head. "What?" Jon asked raising an eyebrow. "I just can't understand why you still hate your mother so much" Richie said. "Well there's two answers for that, one, she hated Dorothea, two, I'll never forgive her for what she did to Dorothea" Jon said crankily. "And yes, my family does make you look sane, which is very strange because your not sane!" Jon joked, "Ain't it the truth!" Richie said laughing.

"This is all because you don't go to mass! God has put a curse on your son!" Carol said to Jon, Jon rolled his eyes, his mother didn't like the fact that he didn't go to mass. "That's your Catholic up bringing gone down the drain!" John Sr. rolled his eyes at her also, "Carol, being gay is not a curse from God! And it is not because he doesn't attend church, If Christian wants to be gay, let him be gay!" John Sr. said to his wife. Carol looked shocked and defeated, "Well I still think he should go to mass! You'll go to hell if you don't attend church, do you want your children, MY grandchildren, to go to hell? I certainly don't!" she said poking Jon in the chest. "Mom, I don't have time to go to mass, I'm nearly always on the road!" Jon told her. "Your always on the road because you want to keep yourself busy so you won't have to have the truth about Dorothea!" John Sr. shot her a look, 'Don't!' John Sr. mouthed to her, but it was too late. She had already said it and Jon was furious. Jon stormed out of the house and slammed every door he went through as hard as he could. He knew slamming doors was childish but he didn't care, it was a way to release his anger.

Richie and Matt were waiting in the car for him, Matt couldn't face his parents today, they would just nag him about being thrown out by his wife. "How'd it go?" both Richie and Matt asked. Jon took a few deep breaths before talking, "I hate that woman!" Jon said driving off fast. "Went pretty good then" Richie said slightly laughing. Jon shot him a murderous look, Richie stopped laughing. Usually in this situation, Jon would go running or work out. But with this thing he had he couldn't. Then he remembered his doctors appointment.