Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

39: Preparations

22. August 1992, Osaka, Japan

Jon's  POV

I had woken up from the sunlight that shone through our hotel window. Now I just laid there, admiring Dorothea as she slept peacefully. A mother. I still couldn't wrap my mind around that thought that she would be the mother to my child soon. If everything worked out as wished, in around nine months it would be the three of us laying in our bed. 

I smiled to myself gently. Last night had been perfect. Never had we spend a night together with so much care and gentleness before. And Dorothea had been right, as always. Yesterday had been the perfect night for it. 

I was glad she had made me realize that too. Deep down I had waited for this moment for so long. I just had found reasons to destroy that idea to make it easier to accept that Dorothea might not want the same thing that I wanted. But then she had surprised me with a for me sudden change of opinion, even though it wasn't all to sudden to her. 

She seemed to have planned out everything already. To every question, every doubt from my side she had an answer, and so she had put my mind at ease again. And it would be just right, everything would turn out okay somehow, I was now sure of that. 

Just looking at my beautiful sleeping wife told me that we had made the right decision. And I couldn't wait to accompany her during every step of her pregnancy where it was possible for me to support her.

I quickly changed into my clothes and called room service to bring us some breakfast. I wanted to take Dorothea on a small sightseeing tour before I had that club show with Bon Jovi in the afternoon. It were times like that where I just wished I wasn't a musician who had to play shows. I just wished I could be here on vacation like so many of the other hotel guests here, having time to spend with my wife alone. 

But it wasn't possible. So I just had to make the most of the time I had left with her before the show started.

4. October 1992, New Jersey

Jon's  POV

"Jon, are you coming?! Richie's waiting down here." Dorothea shouted. 

I quickly picked up my guitar case and jogged downstairs. Richie's van was already standing in our driveway and I packed the case to his other gear. After a few more runs up and down the house I had all my equipment I needed. 

We as a band had booked a small rehearsal hall, what is very unusual for us, usually we prefer our basements. But we had a secret show in the planning, and the hall's acoustic is said to be similar than the one in the actual venue. 

This time we wanted to do everything right, and so the sound had to be perfect. After all, this show was for a further promotion of our album before we went out on tour next year. We had to do a whole lot of these shows in the past weeks, but this one would fully be covered by MTV and could become quite a big thing for us. 

We were first asked to do a complete unplugged show, like it had become a trend on MTV during the last years, but by now we were quite sure we did not want to do that, it would just seem like following everyone else's footsteps. Instead we opted for a half-acoustic, half-electric set. We expected that would be more interesting.

As Richie and I arrived we already spotted Alec and Tico there, busy with talking to a sound technician. They didn't even notice our arrival. 

I sighed silently as I thought about Al. Don't get me wrong, I was more than relieved he was back in the band, but during our last club shows he had seemed rather absent mentally. Not often, but from time to time he had made mistakes that he hadn't done before.