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It took a minute to get this one finished, I had lost my drive to do it, but it got done! So here it is! Enjoy!
"You weren't this attentive to anyone's needs outside of your own when we were married, Jon", Westlyn grumbled from her place on the yoga mat on the floor. She was a month post op and cleared for PT, Jon was currently trying his best to help her stretch and make sure she didn't over do it and frankly he was annoying her today. Jon was back on the road but coming to Georgia every off day to stick around and "help", but word from the backstage area was he was hiding from the wrath of Renee who was quite pissy her boyfriend was still spending all his free time with his ex-wife helping. "Shut up and just do it", Jon mumbled looking at his phone as in rang for the fifth time in a thirty minute time period, "Just answer her, Jesus." Westlyn sat up and rolled her eyes, "Or better yet go home and see her BEFORE she shows up here and I unleash the beast on her." "You got Brock hiding in your house somewhere?" he joked laying back in the floor, "Nah, worse", Westlyn whistled and was met with the sounds of heavy paws hitting the floor barreling towards them, the newest addition to her household, a pitbull rescue named Goliath skidded around the corner before pouncing on Jon Good licking his face, "You disgusting dog", he groaned fighting to sit up, "Goliath, come", Westlyn called gaining the dogs attention. Jumping off of the man the canine carefully walked over and laid against the woman, always being gentle with her, "Good boy", she cooed placing a kiss on top of his head, "Seriously Jon, go home. Go see your girlfriend, it's Friday and next week is spring break, you can take Brynn to Vegas with you if you want", she offered, "Ferg is flying in tonight so it's not like I'm gonna be alone." For a split second at the mention of the Irish man she could've swore she heard Jon growl, "I guess", he mumbled getting up from the floor and snatching his phone off the coffee table and stomping outside, "Thank god you're not dramatic", she muttered to the dog who huffed in what seemed like agreement to her.
"I can't believe you got him to finally leave", Finn grinned from his place in the passenger seat, "I even made sure they got on the plane", Westlyn laughed, "Brynn was excited to go but Jon was all scenario after scenario, I finally had to piss him off to get him to get on the plane." "What'd you say?" "That if he had showed this much concern for me during our relationship instead of getting drunk and fucking other women we might still be married, but we aren't so..." "'Dat was harsh", Finn lightly laughed, "But I see 'dat it worked." Westlyn nodded, "He's just been up my ass and around all the time and like it's starting to annoy me, like the help with Brynn the first couple of weeks was fantastic, don't get me wrong, but after that it was just like he was there trying to place house and that's not what we are anymore." "I wanna play 'ouse with yew." Finn winked at her suggestively and smirked. Westlyn laughed and shot him a wink, "Oh, we can play house alright."
"Renee took me to a nail salon and we got out fingers and toes done and then we went to lunch with Nikki and-", "Brynn, where was your dad?" "Oh... I don't know, I haven't seen him in like two whole days." "What do you mean you haven't seen him in two days?" "He's been gone." "Gone where?" "I dunno mommy." "So Renee has been watching you?" "Yes ma'am." "Is daddy there now?" "Nope." "Where's Renee?" "Hold on... NEEEEEEE!" Westlyn pulled the phone away from her ear trying to maintain her breathing, it was now 4 days in to her 9 days of being gone and Jon had pulled his famous disappearing act for the first time in a long time it seemed, "Hello?" Renee's voice rang threw the phone, "Renee, where the hell is Jon?" "Brynn, I'm gonna go talk to your mom outside for a second, ok?" Westlyn heard the little girl give the woman a cheery approval, "Give me a second", she mumbled into the phone, "He's not been here for like two and a half days and he won't answer his phone and all I know is he's with some of his friends from here and they're doing God knows what and I'm staying here with Brynn because she didn't do anything to deserve this and I am so sorry I didn't call you and tell you after the first night, I just thought he'd come back ya know? Go party and get it out of his system but he hasn't come back and I don't know what to do and I've gotta go back to work soon and-" "Renee, breathe, Jesus", Westlyn said cutting the woman off, "I'll find him and I'll get him back there, when are you due back out on the road?" "Day after tomorrow", she said with a sigh of relief, "Good. I'll be there soon." Westlyn ended the call and rubbed a hand over her face, "Mind watching the dog?" Finn shook his head from where he was sprawled out on the couch, "Go get our girl."
Vegas was hot and she was getting angrier every second she was there. Westlyn had been in town a matter of thirty minutes and here she was combing all the shady bars and strip clubs she had come to know her ex frequented. Walking into his seemingly favorite establishment of all nude girls, she flashed her ID at the bouncer, "I remember you ", he said sadly, "He's inside." Not even bothering to correct the man on the fact that she was thankfully no longer Jon's wife she stormed inside, spotting him sitting in a booth getting a lap dance from one of the girls. Walking over she stood at the edge of the booth and shook her head, "WHY am I in Vegas, Jon?"
It was like her voice was the wake-up call, eyes wide, he stood up, almost knocking over the dancer, "Westlyn, I-" he started before she held up her hand to stop him, "I DO NOT want to hear it." She pointed towards the door, "Outside, there's a cab waiting, let's go." "Where we going?" "Home." "Fuck that." "Excuse me?" "Fuck that", he repeated sitting down and chugging his beer, "Did you forget that OUR daughter is at YOUR house with YOUR girlfriend?" Westlyn asked slapping the bottle out of his hand, "Go get in the fucking car Jon, you need food, a shower and to sober up because so help me God, I am thirty seconds from filing for full custody." It was a slap in the face to him, looking at her with tears in his eyes he nodded, "Ok." He stood up and grabbed his leather jacket, walking out ahead of her. She shook her head as she followed him, "Unbelievable."
The cab ride to his house was quiet. Jon would start to speak but always stop, knowing he would just make whatever she was feeling worse. When the cab stopped in front of the town house she grabbed her book bag and climbed out with him following, the sun was setting in the sky and she was beyond ready to be done with the day. Walking inside felt foreign to her, this was Renee's place with Jon after all now. Shutting the door behind them Renee popped out of the kitchen and let out a sign of relief, "Jon, you're home." "Shower Jon, BEFORE Brynn sees you." Westlyn ordered, he nodded and headed up the stairs, "My kid?" She asked Renee pointedly, "She's in the backyard, playing on her swing, I was just making her something to eat." Westlyn nodded and walked past Renee and out the back door, a high pitched squeal meeting her ears when Brynn saw her, "Mommy!" Westlyn scooped her up in a hug and sighed, "Hi B." "Did you find daddy?" Westlyn nodded, "I did, he's taking a shower right now but when he get's done we're gonna tell him bye and you and I are on the midnight flight back to Georgia." Brynn nodded sadly, "Daddy went away like he did when we all lived together and it made me sad." "I know princess", Westlyn said kissing her forehead, "It made mommy sad too."
They sat outside for a few more minutes to call Finn and let him know they'd be on a plane soon and headed back across the county before the headed inside. Jon was sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza to sober up more, "Hey baby girl", he smiled as they walked in, Brynn walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I missed you Daddy", she frowned with a watery smile, "Please stop leaving me." Westlyn's look of displeasure deepened as the words left the little girls lips, never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd ever have to hear her five year old ask her own father to stop leaving her. "Tell daddy bye Brynn, we have to go", she sighed, "You're taking her?" he asked furrowing his brow, "Yeah Jon, I am." "Bye daddy, I love you", Brynn said quickly running over to her mother, "She isn't go threw this again Jon, ever."
And just like that they were back to square one.