JP (model) living a double life

JP (supermodel) living a double life STILL *chapter 41*

****April decided to finally come back and help me out....she wrote this entire chapter so thank her :) anyways i have a new story coming soon...maybe :) 50 votes for the next chapter****

Romeo's POV:

After we get showered and dressed, JP sits down on the edge of the bed, looking thoughtful, "Romeo?"

"Yeah baby?" I don't like her tone.

"We need to talk," she looks up to meet my gaze.

"We have talked," I say cautiously.

"No, I mean, four years is a long time. I'm not sure where we should go from here."

I kneel down in front of where she's sitting, taking both her hands in mine. "We don't have to plan this out, JP. We just need to take it one day at a time. Today, we find our daughter. Tomorrow, we do whatever feels right."

I'm telling her not to over think it because I'm afraid that, if she looks into the past and present too deeply, she may not want a future that has anything to do with me.

I'm not about to follow my own advice. I love her. Always have. Always will. She's my world. I look forward to meeting my joy. My daughter. I don't have to know her to love her. She's a little piece of me and JP. At the moment, she's a missing piece.

God, I hope she's alright. I will kill whoever took her. Megan or not. If one hair is harmed on her precious head, I will slowly and painfully kill her abductor.

JP looks at me with worry in her eyes, "Do we even know each other anymore? I mean, who are you, Romeo? What have you been doing the past four years? What were you doing in Europe?"

"It doesn't matter anymore," I attempt to reassure her.

"It does matter!" she starts to cry and the tears run down her face. "My god, Romeo. We've been married for four years and how many times have you cheated on me?"

I raise my eyebrows, "How many times have you cheated on me?"

Her face flushes pink and she whispers, "I've never cheated on you?"

I'm shocked, "You haven't been with anyone all these years?"

She wipes at her tears with one hand, "Of course not. I'm a married woman."

Way to make me feel even crappier than I already do. "I didn't know I was even committing adultery, baby. How was I supposed to know? I thought you were dead."

"About that . . ."

Uh-oh.

"What about it?" I ask, warily.

"Why in the world did you think that?"

"That you were dead?" I ask. She nods. I sigh, "It was such chaos at the hospital that day. Sam and Tyler looked so grave and I guess I just assumed . . ."

"You didn't actually ask anyone?"

"No," I feel like the world's biggest retard.

"Didn't you want to go to my funeral?" She looks bewildered.

I breath in and let out a big breathe. "To be honest? No. I thought you were dead and all I could think about was the pain and trying to run away from it. It didn't work, of course. The running away part. They pain has always been with me wherever I am."

She looks sympathetic for a moment, then asks, "How long did you wait?"

Fuck!

"Wait for what?" I ask, hoping that by playing dumb, I can buy myself some time before answering.