In My Life I Love You More

Chapter Forty Three

         October 7th, 1970

If there was one skill that Josephina had learned that she prided herself about in her relationship with John, it was that she knew how to calm him down when his infamous "Lennon Temper" burst forth like an active volcano.

He hadn't taken the news that she was being blackmailed lightly, even worse when he found out there were photographs of her.

He had ranted for a full four minutes before storming towards the door, all intending to get on the next available flight out of the country so he could knock Luke's teeth out, but Josephina had tackled him to the ground, where she then managed to get him calm enough to listen rationally. She explained, to a still stunned John, that no amount of lawsuits or John personally beating Luke to a pulp would do any good.

"So we're just going to play into his shit threats?" John's arms were crossed as he glared venomously at the ground while Josephina now stood before him.

"It's the only way John, it's impossible to know where he has the copies at, and worse if we do anything, he'll go right to the press with them." John took off his glasses, running a hand down his face.

"Christ," Josephina bit her tongue to refrain from scolding him about his language, "I guess we're going to move to New York after all." John complied but looked especially soured about the idea of being forced to go somewhere as opposed to him deciding on his own.

"I'm sorry John, I truly am sorry." She apologized, John, lifting his gaze to stare at her bemused.

"Sorry for what?" He was truly perplexed as to why his naturally sunshiny wife looked like someone had told her that she would never see her child again.

"I brought this all into our life. I knew this would come back to bite me in the ass someday." She buried her face in her hands and felt John's hands on the back of her hips, tugging her forward until she was straddling his narrow waist.

"Josephina, Angel look at me." John pried her hands from her face and she looked at him miserably, "I don't want to ever hear you blame yourself for that bastard's doing. I don't give a fuck what he says, you're my wife and he's lucky I don't murder him for what he's done to you overall," John wiped the tears from her cheeks and she sniffed, "there isn't anything that he could say or do that would ever stop me loving you okay?"

"How can you say that John? What happens if everyone, the press, Paul, George, Ringo, hell even Mimi, finds out that your new wife is a nasty dick-sucking, stripper? How're you going to hold my hand in public if that happens?"

"I don't give a shite what anyone else thinks. You're the one who matters. You did what you did to survive and that makes you tougher than any woman I've ever known." John said with finality and was baffled when Josephina burst into tears, burying her face in his neck.

John, who over the time he had spent with Josephina, was beginning to learn how to comfort a sobbing female, rubbed her back soothingly, whispering words of comfort in her ear.

"What a couple we make." She smiled once she managed to calm down enough and John returned it in full force.

"A musician and a quarterback. Honestly, I think you put me back out when you tackled me." John winced, Josephina, soothing the exaggeration with a well-placed kiss on his lips.

"You know," she placed her hands on John's chest, "I haven't forgotten my old routines from the club....." She winked suggestively at John who glanced at the clock nearby.

"What time did Kathleen say she'll be back from picking Grayson up from his play date?"

"We've got an hour."