Redemption

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Finally she called..............................

"Isabelle.." Johns relief was palatable to her ears but she was still rather angry and wouldn't give him much chance to get a word in, as he came to soon realise.

Although she had had hours to go over the words he had uttered she worried that he might descend back into the man he had been when they had met.

If a hiccup like this made him banish being sober as a daily habit from his mind what would or could happen if he, dare she think it, lost someone again....

Of course, maybe she shouldn't call a baby a hiccup. Having a baby, after all, was life altering in anyone's book and with John being famous it made something that should be personal in your life, public property.

Yet it was still a little human being, that couldn't fend for themselves. A part of you, someone you can share your love with. Even the very hardened amongst us are flattened and decimated by the sweet musings of a baby. Oh dear, now I'm getting clucky! A woman rightly or wrongly was all that more closer to that new life she grew inside for nine months. From umbilical cord to death, a mothers love can span the world and has forever been a strength for the child, whether conscious of the super strength invisible link or not.

"I need you to listen John I-"

"Darlin-"

"John please listen, I want to get all I have out, ask questions an-"

"It isn't-"

"John stop!"

"OK, ok. Sorry darlin"

"Right... I am just going to come out with all this and you need to answer alright? ... Alright. Ready?"

"Rea-"

"Is it yours?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb"

"Oh the sprog, I wouldn't think so"

"John please don't call it sprog, it's still a baby.."

"Alright, I'll try an' be nice"

"Thank-you"

"You're welcome"

"How far along is she?"

"I said it wasn't mine!!"

Hands rubbing his face he was pissed and pissed, and both played on his mind.

One, a hangover and one the crippling thought of Heather carrying his child. Fuck this is shit.

In his mind he knew it wasn't his, yet logic doesn't come into play in the right order in his brain. Usually bull-headed flat out denial, acid tongue rebuts and caustic nasty humour shut everything down and made it all go away... for someone else to enjoy the chaos he undoubtedly created.

Take the 'God' thing for instance. A few innocent yet pointed words caused, on the other side of the bloody world, chaos and destruction if only destruction of albums and plastic wigs; yet the ripples of discourse was widespread- from Mimi to Brian to the lads standing beside him, he had created bedlam and fear because of his huge 'foot in mouth' problem.

"And I want all the facts in case it is"

"Yes, your honour"

"Don't be smart"

"No your hono-"

"Ok. If that's how your going to be I'll ring off.... Well then, enjoy your lif-"

"Isabelle! Sorry!! Shit sorry ok, it was one of my shitty jokes"