A Love (Sequel to A Crush)

Chapter 3

Richie's point of view

My parents offered me to sleep at their house for the night, and I happily agreed. When we reached the house, we all got inside and into the living room, they sitting down on one couch, Cookie and I on the other one in front of them. "So Richard, I think you need to tell us something", my mum started and I gulped, knowing what she wanted to know. "Well, actually, it's nothing that big", I replied, lying pretty hard. "It's just... Jon got married to that woman at the airport on tour and yeah", I mumbled and my mum gasped, looking like she didn't believe me. "Oh no Richard, what are we going to do now?", she asked and I just shrugged, looking down. Just as the first tear of pain because of the separation from Jon fell down, the telephone began to ring. My mum went to get it while I quickly wiped my tears away and buried my hands in Cookie's fluffy fur, letting out a soft sigh.

Joan's point of view

I went to get the telephone, sorrow in my heart because of my hurt son. "Joan Sambora?", I asked into the telephone and thought that I heard a silent sob from the other end. "Hello, it's Jon Bon Jovi." Anger boiled inside my veins. He had hurt my baby. He had broken his heart. "What do you want Jon?", I snapped coldly, causing him to let out a silent whimper. "I just... I just want to talk to Richie", he whispered and I heard a sob again. I still was angry at him, but somehow I felt bad to be mad at someone who was crying and begging me to allow me to speak with my son. So I sighed and went back to the couches in the living room, handing the phone to my heartbroken son.

Richie's point of view

My mum handed me the phone and I softly said a 'Hello, here's Richie Sambora' into it, waiting for the other side of the line to respond. "Hey Rich, it's Jon", a broken voice whispered from the other end, causing my eyes to widen. "Hey sweetie, what's wrong?", I asked worried, hoping that it wouldn't be something that big. "Well Rich, could you come over to mine's? I would like to talk to you about it in person", he whispered and I nodded, before remembering that he couldn't see me. "Of course babe, I'm on my way", I finally replied quickly, hearing him whispering a silent thanks before the line broke down. "Mom, dad? Could you take care of Cookie again? I have to go out", I asked, my mom first raising her eyebrows, but nodding after a while. Relief rushed through my veins for a moment as I threw a leather jacket over my shoulder and ran out of the house, getting into my car and driving towards Jon and Dot's house.

When I pulled up in front of the house and was about to knock, the front door opened and revealed Jon. His hair was messy, he had dark rings under his eyes and his face was tear-stained. I quickly pulled him into a hug, trying to shush him by caressing his back. "Rich, thank god you're here", he sighed and cuddled into my embrace, making me smile weakly. "I'm glad I'm here too. Do you wanna talk with me in your room?", I replied, causing him to nod. He then took my hand and pulled me upstairs into his bedroom, closing the door behind us. "Rich, please don't hate me after I tell you this, okay?", he asked and a worried frown formed on my face as I nodded. "Okay", he mumbled, sitting down on my lap and cuddling into my chest, taking a deep breath. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead, hearing him sigh softly. Then he buried his face in my chest, mumbling something that made my heart stop. "Dot is pregnant. I'm going to be a dad." I froze for a few moments, staring at him in disbelief and hurt. "Congratulations Jonny, I think that means you're gonna stay with Dot?" There was bitterness in my voice, and Jon heard that. "Rich, I don't know... I just don't know. I don't really want to be a dad, I didn't even planned that child", Jon whispered, tears trickling down his cheeks. "It's okay Jon, it's okay. We'll make it through. Together?", I asked and he smiled at me. "Together." I smiled too and kissed his lips softly, gently laying him down on the mattress of his bed. "Jonny?" "Yes?" "Just sleep a night over it. Tomorrow everything will look different", I whispered, seeing him nod and pulling me down onto the mattress next to him. "Rich? Can you please stay the night?", he mumbled and I hummed in agreement, taking off my boots and jacket and laying down next to him, opening my arms. He snuggled up into my embrace and wrapped his arms around me, holding onto my chest. "Goodnight Rich, I love you" "Goodnight my sweetie, love you too" After one last kiss we both fell asleep in each other's arms.