Chapter 14
I went to the grocery store the next day to buy some food. Jon went to go sign with another wrestling organization that was hiring. I was glad someone had called Jon earlier in the day to tell him about it. I know how much wrestling means to him and I would not want him to ever be away from it.
I buckled Ethan into the car and gave him a kiss. He gave me a toothless smile, which warmed my heart.
"Still no teeth, yet. Alrighty then," I said.
I closed the door and walked to the other side of the car. I opened the driver's door but someone closed it back. I turned around and saw Jaxton.
"Hi, there, sweetcheeks," he said. He looked into the backseat. "Hey little fella. I should've been your father but your mother decided to run away from me."
"Get the fuck away from me now," I said. I was not in the mood for his shit.
"Awwww, baby, I know you want me. Jon is just temporary," Jaxton said, touching my cheek with his digusting hand.
I reached into my purse and pulled out some pepper spray. I sprayed that shit directly into Jaxton's eyes.
"AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!"
I hopped into my car and ignited the engine. I put that bad boy into reverse and sped out of the parking lot.
"How was shopping today?" Jon asked me when I walked through the door.
I had Ethan in one hand and only one bag of groceries in the other. I think I looked spaced out. I'm not sure. All I remember is that I woke up in my bed a little later in the day. Jon came into the room.
"Hey, babe, how're you feeling?"
"Like shit. I had an encounter with Jaxton," I said. "I sprayed pepper spray into his eyeballs."
Jon sat down next to me. "That's good. I just wish I could end him permanently."
I remained silent. I didn't know what else to say. I agreed with Jon, but I didn't want him to go to jail for murdering Jaxton. Jon seemed to be reading my mind.
"I know you don't want me to end up in jail," he said, staring at his hands. "But Autumn-"
I got up and pulled him back down to give me a kiss. We ended up having hot passionate sex with each other for the next three hours.
We were laying in the bed when we heard Ethan cry out.
"Dinner time," Jon said, getting up. He slipped on his boxers and some sweatpants, along with a wife beater.
I looked at Jon.
"Me and Ethan are hungry, babe. You should make us something to eat. Just joking, I actually want Chinese food. I'll go pick some up," he said, giving me a kiss.