Melody woke up feeling a lot better, the painkiller really had helped but she didn’t want to take any more than the ones she took in the evening. She reached over the bed to feel for Jon but only got empty sheets. Opening her eyes she didn’t see him in the room but the bedroom door was slightly opened. She could hear Jon in the kitchen, but all the kids should be at school already. When she listened more closely she heard Jon talking on the phone. He sounded a little bit gloomy like he got some bad news but Melody couldn’t figure out the conversation, she could only hear mumbling.
Melody quickly crawled back to her spot when she heard Jon coming closer to the room. She closed her eyes and pretended to be still sleeping. Jon took his sweatpants off again and got in bed only wearing his boxer briefs. He wrapped his arms around Melody and pulled her tightly against him. Melody slowly opened her eyes as if she was waking up, hoping Jon wouldn’t notice.
“Morning.” Jon said, still sounding gloomy. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright.” She lied, she still felt bad, and her cold didn’t seem to want to leave. “What about you, what’s wrong?” She asked looking up at him.
“Nothing.” He didn’t want to bother her with it while she was sick. Although she was a big fan, she would want to know.
Melody said up and looked him in the eyes. The blue not sparkling as it usually did. “Tell me.” She ordered. “Is everything alright with everyone?”
Jon really didn’t want to worry her. “Everything’s fine.” He answered.
“Jon, please.” putting extra emphasis on her plea made her cough before she continued. “Please tell me; otherwise I’m going to worry until you tell me. Is something wrong with your kids?” She asked but Jon shook his head. Relieved, Melody asked if it was any of his family but again he shook no. “It’s Richie isn’t it?” Melody knew it had to be.
Jon sighed and Melody knew she was right and continued pushing Jon to tell her until he finally sighed again and started telling her about Tuesday.
How he got a phone call from Heather and how she thought Richie should find some help. How he phoned Richie almost an hour later and they both talked and realized he needed help. Then he told her how he spend Tuesday afternoon and evening looking for a replacement for the worst case scenario that he didn’t want to think about. Richie had had problems with alcohol since the wild years and every time he had pulled through. Jon was sure he could do it again this time.
Melody didn’t interrupt him once and just let him pour his heart out. She had settled back on his shoulder and softly stroked his chest while he talked.
Finally he finished talking and Melody told him it would be alright. If Richie needed help, that was more important; Jon agreed with her and hoped the shows without him would be alright and that the fans would understand too.
They spent a little while sitting together just talking about things. The subject changed a few times, they talked about the concert tour, thinking of days Melody could come out or when Jon was close enough to home. Then they talked about their trip, when they would be leaving and arriving. Melody tried to get more info about where they were exactly going but Jon didn’t tell her anything just that they were leaving very early Sunday morning. Melody pointed out she still had to pack everyone’s bags before they could leave.
Jon chuckled when she said everyone’s meaning she’s help her kids. “I’ll help you now. I’m great at packing.” He smiled.
Melody laughed at his comment but her laughter went over into coughing.
“You should really take those painkillers.” Jon told her again but Melody kept refusing. He got off the bed and opened her closet. “Where are your bags?”
Melody pointed to the bottom of the closet and Jon picked a bag out and put it on the bed.
Melody sat up in the bed watching Jon get clothes from her closet, asking her which things she wanted to take along.
“Got tops, skirts and shorts, what else?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Underwear.” Melody answered him.
“Nah, you don’t need that.” He joked.
Melody pulled the covers down and wanted to get up.
“Okay, okay, sit down. I’ll get it.” Jon raised his hands in defence and walked to the other side of the room where she had a dresser standing. He opened the top one and found the red lace bra with matching panties. “We need these.” He said when he picked them up and showed Melody.
“Of course we do.” She said with a smile and waggled her eyebrows which made Jon laugh. She knew when she bought it that he’d like it.
In the third drawer Jon found bathing suits. He looked around between the pieces of clothing to find bikini’s but only found one piece suits. “Where are your bikinis?” He finally asked.
“I don’t have any.” Melody answered him.
“None? Why not?”
“Because I look terrible in them.” Melody said, she knew well enough she didn’t look perfect but she was fine with it but didn’t feel comfortable enough to walk around in a bikini either.
“That’s impossible, babe, you look beautiful.” Jon was surprised by what she said; he hadn’t thought she felt insecure about herself.
Melody pulled her t-shirt, uncovering her belly. “What about this fat then?” She asked as she grabbed her skin to emphasize what she meant. Melody knew she wasn’t fat but she didn’t exactly have a flat belly either.
Jon squinted his eyes together, trying to see. “I don’t see anything.”
“What about the stretch marks?” She asked, feeling a finger over one of the lines.
“Those show you’re a mother and a great one too.” Jon answered her as he walked back to the bed and sat down next to her. “You’re perfect.” He said as he stopped her hand, that was still tracing the lines.
He bent down and kissed her hand, then traced the same line with his mouth, softly kissing her. Melody gasped at the sensation, leaning her head back against the headboard. Jon sat back up and looked at her. “Perfect.” He said. Melody nodded. “Bikini shopping on Monday then.” He said.
He finished packing her bag and went to make lunch. Melody still didn’t want much and Jon made toast. As he was putting slices of bread in the toaster he heard Melody’s door open and watched her walk out, ready to say something.
“I can sit on a couch.” Melody said before he could say anything. “It’s just a cold.” She said as she walked past him.
Jon watched her go and looked back at his toast. He didn’t believe her, she still had a fever and her body ached. He was convinced it was flu but Melody wouldn’t listen to him. Jon had given up and tried to let her rest as much as possible, hoping she’d be better very soon.
After lunch Jon made Melody promise to stay right there on the couch and only move to use the bathroom or go to bed. Melody promised she would but knew she wouldn’t, she had things to do before leaving but she would rest as much as possible.
They made the last arrangements for leaving Sunday morning. Melody would drive to Jon’s apartment with her kids and from there they would go to the airport where Jon’s plane would take them to Hawaii.
Jon said goodbye, gave Melody a kiss on the cheek and went home. His kids would be there soon and they still had to pack their bags too. “I’ll phone tonight to check if you’re in bed.” He said before he left.
Saturday Jon went shopping with his children. Stephanie said she really needed new clothes, Jon didn’t understand why but gave in and took Romeo and Jake with him too. Jesse didn’t want to know anything about shopping and stayed home.
When they got to the stores Stephanie wanted to go by herself and asked for money. Jon trusted she wouldn’t buy anything she didn’t need and told her to meet him at the same spot in a few hours and to have her phone on.
Then he went shopping for the boys. Romeo and Jake both wanted new swim shorts; Jon liked that idea and found a store that sold swimwear. He let the boys find their own stuff, the store wasn’t very big and he wouldn’t lose them. Jon found the women’s section and found bikinis. After looking around at a few sets he found one he liked. A black bikini, he didn’t know Melody’s size and guessed what would fit and hoped it would.
Melody spent her day in a similar way, packing Faith and Ryan their bags. Faith her bag took hours, the little girl kept changing her idea of what she wanted to take along and Melody had to repack, getting clothes out and putting other ones in. Finally she told Faith to make her mind up and went to help Ryan.
Sunday morning they would be leaving at 5am, to be at Jon’s at 6am, Melody was glad she could go to bed early. After putting her nine year old to bed at 8pm, she went straight to bed herself, finally she could relax. She hadn’t stuck to her promise of resting at all.
Melody quickly crawled back to her spot when she heard Jon coming closer to the room. She closed her eyes and pretended to be still sleeping. Jon took his sweatpants off again and got in bed only wearing his boxer briefs. He wrapped his arms around Melody and pulled her tightly against him. Melody slowly opened her eyes as if she was waking up, hoping Jon wouldn’t notice.
“Morning.” Jon said, still sounding gloomy. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright.” She lied, she still felt bad, and her cold didn’t seem to want to leave. “What about you, what’s wrong?” She asked looking up at him.
“Nothing.” He didn’t want to bother her with it while she was sick. Although she was a big fan, she would want to know.
Melody said up and looked him in the eyes. The blue not sparkling as it usually did. “Tell me.” She ordered. “Is everything alright with everyone?”
Jon really didn’t want to worry her. “Everything’s fine.” He answered.
“Jon, please.” putting extra emphasis on her plea made her cough before she continued. “Please tell me; otherwise I’m going to worry until you tell me. Is something wrong with your kids?” She asked but Jon shook his head. Relieved, Melody asked if it was any of his family but again he shook no. “It’s Richie isn’t it?” Melody knew it had to be.
Jon sighed and Melody knew she was right and continued pushing Jon to tell her until he finally sighed again and started telling her about Tuesday.
How he got a phone call from Heather and how she thought Richie should find some help. How he phoned Richie almost an hour later and they both talked and realized he needed help. Then he told her how he spend Tuesday afternoon and evening looking for a replacement for the worst case scenario that he didn’t want to think about. Richie had had problems with alcohol since the wild years and every time he had pulled through. Jon was sure he could do it again this time.
Melody didn’t interrupt him once and just let him pour his heart out. She had settled back on his shoulder and softly stroked his chest while he talked.
Finally he finished talking and Melody told him it would be alright. If Richie needed help, that was more important; Jon agreed with her and hoped the shows without him would be alright and that the fans would understand too.
They spent a little while sitting together just talking about things. The subject changed a few times, they talked about the concert tour, thinking of days Melody could come out or when Jon was close enough to home. Then they talked about their trip, when they would be leaving and arriving. Melody tried to get more info about where they were exactly going but Jon didn’t tell her anything just that they were leaving very early Sunday morning. Melody pointed out she still had to pack everyone’s bags before they could leave.
Jon chuckled when she said everyone’s meaning she’s help her kids. “I’ll help you now. I’m great at packing.” He smiled.
Melody laughed at his comment but her laughter went over into coughing.
“You should really take those painkillers.” Jon told her again but Melody kept refusing. He got off the bed and opened her closet. “Where are your bags?”
Melody pointed to the bottom of the closet and Jon picked a bag out and put it on the bed.
Melody sat up in the bed watching Jon get clothes from her closet, asking her which things she wanted to take along.
“Got tops, skirts and shorts, what else?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Underwear.” Melody answered him.
“Nah, you don’t need that.” He joked.
Melody pulled the covers down and wanted to get up.
“Okay, okay, sit down. I’ll get it.” Jon raised his hands in defence and walked to the other side of the room where she had a dresser standing. He opened the top one and found the red lace bra with matching panties. “We need these.” He said when he picked them up and showed Melody.
“Of course we do.” She said with a smile and waggled her eyebrows which made Jon laugh. She knew when she bought it that he’d like it.
In the third drawer Jon found bathing suits. He looked around between the pieces of clothing to find bikini’s but only found one piece suits. “Where are your bikinis?” He finally asked.
“I don’t have any.” Melody answered him.
“None? Why not?”
“Because I look terrible in them.” Melody said, she knew well enough she didn’t look perfect but she was fine with it but didn’t feel comfortable enough to walk around in a bikini either.
“That’s impossible, babe, you look beautiful.” Jon was surprised by what she said; he hadn’t thought she felt insecure about herself.
Melody pulled her t-shirt, uncovering her belly. “What about this fat then?” She asked as she grabbed her skin to emphasize what she meant. Melody knew she wasn’t fat but she didn’t exactly have a flat belly either.
Jon squinted his eyes together, trying to see. “I don’t see anything.”
“What about the stretch marks?” She asked, feeling a finger over one of the lines.
“Those show you’re a mother and a great one too.” Jon answered her as he walked back to the bed and sat down next to her. “You’re perfect.” He said as he stopped her hand, that was still tracing the lines.
He bent down and kissed her hand, then traced the same line with his mouth, softly kissing her. Melody gasped at the sensation, leaning her head back against the headboard. Jon sat back up and looked at her. “Perfect.” He said. Melody nodded. “Bikini shopping on Monday then.” He said.
He finished packing her bag and went to make lunch. Melody still didn’t want much and Jon made toast. As he was putting slices of bread in the toaster he heard Melody’s door open and watched her walk out, ready to say something.
“I can sit on a couch.” Melody said before he could say anything. “It’s just a cold.” She said as she walked past him.
Jon watched her go and looked back at his toast. He didn’t believe her, she still had a fever and her body ached. He was convinced it was flu but Melody wouldn’t listen to him. Jon had given up and tried to let her rest as much as possible, hoping she’d be better very soon.
After lunch Jon made Melody promise to stay right there on the couch and only move to use the bathroom or go to bed. Melody promised she would but knew she wouldn’t, she had things to do before leaving but she would rest as much as possible.
They made the last arrangements for leaving Sunday morning. Melody would drive to Jon’s apartment with her kids and from there they would go to the airport where Jon’s plane would take them to Hawaii.
Jon said goodbye, gave Melody a kiss on the cheek and went home. His kids would be there soon and they still had to pack their bags too. “I’ll phone tonight to check if you’re in bed.” He said before he left.
Saturday Jon went shopping with his children. Stephanie said she really needed new clothes, Jon didn’t understand why but gave in and took Romeo and Jake with him too. Jesse didn’t want to know anything about shopping and stayed home.
When they got to the stores Stephanie wanted to go by herself and asked for money. Jon trusted she wouldn’t buy anything she didn’t need and told her to meet him at the same spot in a few hours and to have her phone on.
Then he went shopping for the boys. Romeo and Jake both wanted new swim shorts; Jon liked that idea and found a store that sold swimwear. He let the boys find their own stuff, the store wasn’t very big and he wouldn’t lose them. Jon found the women’s section and found bikinis. After looking around at a few sets he found one he liked. A black bikini, he didn’t know Melody’s size and guessed what would fit and hoped it would.
Melody spent her day in a similar way, packing Faith and Ryan their bags. Faith her bag took hours, the little girl kept changing her idea of what she wanted to take along and Melody had to repack, getting clothes out and putting other ones in. Finally she told Faith to make her mind up and went to help Ryan.
Sunday morning they would be leaving at 5am, to be at Jon’s at 6am, Melody was glad she could go to bed early. After putting her nine year old to bed at 8pm, she went straight to bed herself, finally she could relax. She hadn’t stuck to her promise of resting at all.
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