Jon felt his stomach drop when the words hit his ears, "How far?" "Twelve weeks", she replied, "Good luck telling Westlyn. I'm sure she'll want you now." Jon angerly chunked his phone into the side of the building shattering it, running a hand across his face he shook his head. What was he going to do? Was it true? It couldn't be true. When was the last time they had sex before he left? It had been a while, hadn't it? And what the fuck was he going to tell Westlyn? "Daddy?" He turned quickly to see his curious little girl standing behind him with her stuff, "you all done kiddo?" He asked gaining his composure, "yeah, you okay?" He quickly scooped her up and hugged her, "yeah baby, daddy's good."
"Why are you pacing?" Westlyn asked late that night after the girls were tucked into bed and fast asleep she found Jon in the backyard pacing the length of the patio. Jon shook his head and lit another cigarette, "oh chain smoking, this outta be good." She plopped down into a chair and raised an eyebrow, "wanna talk about it?" Jon sighed heavily, "You'll hate me if I tell you." "Try me", she stared at him as he continued to walk, "Jon." She finally stood up and ripped the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground, "Speak now." He sighed deeply and looked down and shook his head before looking up at her, "Renee called me today and she said", his voice trailed, "what?" "She said she's pregnant", he finally confessed. Westlyn broke out into a full out hysteria of laughter. "Why are you laughing?" He asked looking at her as if she had lost her mind, "I just told you I might have gotten someone else pregnant and you're laughing? What the fuck West?" Wiping her eyes Westlyn finally caught her breath and calmed down her laughter into a small giggle, "Why does this not surprise me?" She groaned as she ran her hands threw her hair. "Do you think it's true?" She finally asked after a few moments of silence, "I... I don't know", he confessed, "And I'm scared." Westlyn shook her head and sighed before punching him in the shoulder, "Ow! Wes! Seriously?!" "You are such a moron." "Obviously, but hitting me?!" She shrugged, "pregnancy hormones." He shook his head and lit another cigarette, "Of course." "How far?" "12 weeks." "Impossible." Jon cocked an eye brow at her to elaborate, Westlyn had pulled her phone out and was aggressively scrolling, "For her to be that far along you'd of had to have been there during the time frame of you being at an AEW show and a cheer competition." Westlyn smirked holding her phone up to show him the calander, "I mean you've proved me wrong about some shit before but I think I might be right this time." Jon grinned, "Holy shit, I didn't do it." "You didn't do it." Jon wrapped his arms around Westlyn and buried his face in her hair, "I'm so sorry babe." She hugged him back tightly, "Baby, she's just trying to ruin things but don't worry. I've got a plan."