Chapter 29

As they all settled into living room , Jon himself being treated like Mount Everest by little Romeo, the questions started. The number one question on Tico and Dave’s lips were “who are the new folks?”

Richie started to laugh as Jon smiled at his friends and band mates. “The gentleman there,” he nodded toward Adam, is my new trainer. I decided I wanted to do more than just ride a stationary bike or run. His name is Adam and he bit of an ass at times. Beware boys, he’s also trained in how to use sharp weapons so don’t piss him off too much.” He lifted Amelia’s hand and kissed her palm. Now this little lady, her name’s Amelia, although that’s another story for another time, and well I know we are all getting older but your memories aren’t that bad guys.”

David and Tico studied Amelia silently a few moments trying to place her. From how Jon talked they should know her, but they weren’t quite sure how. David’s eyes widened suddenly as he blurted out. “She’s the spitting image of Jacqui! What are you her daughter or something? Jon how did you meet her during all this? Where’s Jac at? Damn, talk about a blast from the past!”

“I’m not her daughter Twinkle Fingers,” Amelia spoke softly as she stood and walked over to David.

David’s mouth dropped open. Only one person ever called him Twinkle Fingers and that was Jacqui. “Naah, can’t be; you’re just too young.”

“It’s really me. Fate decided to bring me back in to Jon’s life or vice versa. But that story is for another day when tender ears aren’t around.” Amelia grinned, “Besides outside of the band, who else would know that you like to compose late at night in the raw?” Jon roared with laughter as David blushed as red as he did the night Jacqui accidentally stumbled in on him when inspiration had woken him up to compose something.

Within two seconds David had pulled the tiny red-head into a hug. “It’s so good to see you again. Don’t know how you two ran into each other again, but it’s damn good to see you.”

Tico looked at Amelia then back at Jon. “You know,” he said in his gravelly voice, “she must have some wicked good magic Jon. You’re looking younger or more relaxed than usual.”

Adam cleared his throat. It was time to get a few things arranged. “I know this is a happy homecoming, but I think we need to figure out where Amelia and I will be staying, as well as setting up our training areas?” Before Jon could answer his housekeeper came in to announce dinner followed by the children’s nanny and Dot. Everyone in the room could feel the angry vibes echoing off her tense frame.

“They won’t be staying here, especially her, not in my home.” Dot’s eyes dared Jon to disagree. Usually when she put her foot down he humored her, and she was looking forward to the look on the red head’s face when he did this time.

Jon stood quietly, his eyes sparkling with blue fire. He smiled a lazy smile and waited as the nanny ushered the children from the room. He spoke then, his voice deadly calm, “Rich escort ALL of them to the dining room. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Turning to Dot, with his calm voice resonating in the space between them, he spoke, “Exactly whose house is it again? Whose money pays for all of this? How dare you be rude to guests I bring here, especially the two people who saved my life and brought me back?”

“That girl, she’s all over you hon. my god, she must be an obsessed fan. I can’t have that here. You see that right?”

“Dorothea she’s not leaving, not today, not tomorrow or ever. You think she’s all over me? Get used to it. Hell pack your bags and leave if you need too, but this is MY home and they are MY guests and they are NOT going anywhere!”

Dot’s eyes glinted with anger. “You don’t want to do that Jon, don’t push me. I’ve given you eighteen years of my life. Don’t throw it away over some little star struck red head.”

Jon laughed. “You gave me eighteen years. That’s pretty rich considering Dorothea.”

Dot sighed softly, “I knew things weren’t right with us Jon. Over years as you kept leaving and staying away, but I stayed and I tried to make the best of things. Don’t push me Jon, I’m not afraid of visiting a lawyer, and if I do I’ll take everything I can, AND I’ll push for custody and make it damned hard for you to see your kids.”

With a voice as cold as ice he whispered, “you do that Dottie girl, and I’ll just show them DNA results that prove you’ve lied for eighteen years. You’re a piece of work Dottie, but passing off another man’s kids as mine? You take the cake lady.”

Dot’s hand flew to her mouth as a gasp escaped her. “How, how did you find out?”

A wicked grin played about Jon’s lips. “It doesn’t matter HOW I found out darling. But if you want to play dirty, well Jonny knows how to play, especially as I’ve called those kids mine for years. I can hire better lawyers, I can see too it you get nothing.”

Dot began to yell then and she was yelling loud enough for all in the dining room to hear. “YOU were unfaithful too Jonny boy!”

Jon shook his head, “The only person I was ever unfaithful too is sitting in that dining room right now. As for you though, you play nice and I’ll be fair. I know how to spin the public relations thing if need be. But if you want to drag me and the band through the mud, well honey you go right ahead. And I’ll tell the fans and the world MY side and we’ll just see who comes out smelling like roses.”

With that Jon turned, giving the woman not another thought and made his way to the dining room and his future.

Dot on the other hand stood in quietly in the living room, her mind already hatching up enough schemes to fill a book. “We shall see Jonny boy, we shall see.”