Die For You

The Search For Jon

A few hours later Joe decided he was gonna go talk to Jon. He drove back to Colby's house, only to find that Jon wasn't there.

“Where is he?” Joe asked Colby.

“I honestly don't know. After you left, he told me that this was all my fault and left. I don't know where he drove off to.”

“Shit...Does he have his phone with him?”

“I think so.”

“I'm gonna try calling him. I guess I'll talk to you later. Oh...you two are forgiven. Just don't let it happen again.” He said as he walked back out to the car, dialing Jon's number on his cell phone. When nobody answered, Joe left a voice-mail. “Jon…I overreacted. I understand why you did it…I haven’t exactly been the manliest man lately…please come back home so we can talk this out. Please…” By now he is crying hysterically. “Just please…come back home…” He hung up the phone and said, “I'm such a wuss...”

*At the bar*

Jon sat at the bar, ordering a few beers. He didn't really care about anything at the moment because he was really depressed. “I fucked up...” He said to no one in particular. “I can't do anything right...I don't deserved to be loved.” He was half-drunk in no time.

*in Joe's car*

Joe sat there in his car for a little while, trying to think about where Jon could be. 'If I was Jon, where would I be?' He thought to himself. He gasped as he realized where Jon most likely went. “The bar!” He said to himself. He started the car and drove through town, checking all the bars until he came to the bar that Jon was at. He parked the car and ran inside, seeing Jon sitting on a bar stool. Joe sat down next to Jon and embraced him in a big hug, saying, “Love, I was wrong to yell at you. I completely understand why you did it. I haven’t exactly been the manliest man lately…and I know you want someone who will be strong all the time. I already talked to Colby and told him I forgave him and you. Love, I need to help make this relationship work too. From now on I’ll do whatever you want, when you want. That includes sexual duties. Can you forgive me?” He helped Jon stand up, letting Jon cry into his shoulder. “We need to get you home. Too much beer isn’t good for Aya.” He walked Jon out to his car and helped him get in the passenger’s side. “Jon, I need you to promise me that you won't drink anymore beer until after Aya is born.” He said as he placed his hand on Jon's stomach, feeling Aya kick. He smiled. Jon put his hand on top of Joe's and said, “I won’t. I was just really depressed and I broke down and started drinking.” He rested his head against the window, falling asleep quickly.

About twenty minutes later Joe pulled into the driveway and parked the car. He shook Jon awake and said, “We're home.”

Jon opened his door, standing up and wobbling a bit. Joe hurried up and got out and went to help Jon get his balance back. “Whoa there, love. Don't want you to fall.” Jon grabbed onto Joe's shoulders, almost falling to his knees before Joe grabbed onto him. “I'm fine..” He mumbled. Joe guided Jon inside and to the bedroom, laying him on the bed. As soon as Jon's head touched that pillow, he fell asleep. Joe removed Jon's clothes before removing his own. He got in the bed and cuddled up to Jon, closing his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.