Author's Note: I'm glad ya'll are enjoying the story so far...
Oh, one more thing... I'm going to be taking a break from No Thinkin' Thing, so I can think of how I want to continue it... I will be concentrating more on this story and Just A Fan... don't worry, I'm not finished with it and it shouldn't be long befor I update it again...
**Finally**
The next morning, I had slept much later than I planned. It was odd. Neither of the kids came into wake me up. I sat up and stretched. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, 11:30! Holy fuckin' Hell! How did I let myself sleep so late?! I started to climb out of bed, but someone behind me held me back. I rolled over and saw John's beautiful blue eyes watching me. I threw my arms around him and he hugged me tightly. I nuzzled against him, "I've missed you so much." John nodded, "I've missed you too." He kissed my neck gently, and I nearly melted. God, would I ever NOT be turned on by him? I don't think so. How could I not be? He always knew what to do and make me fall for him all over again. He rolled me onto my back and started kissing my neck again; I closed my eyes, but was just waiting for a kid to come bursting into the room. John noticed that I wasn't completely relaxed and smiled, "They're sleeping." I smiled at him and then relaxed as he kissed me again.
I walked next to John along the walk in the park near our house, as the kids ran around playing. John could tell there was something on my mind and narrowed his eyes, "Angel, what's wrong?" I looked at him and sighed, "Brock left Rayne." He stopped, frozen with shock, "What?" I nodded and we started walking again. I explained to him what Rayne told me and he just shook his head, "Jesus, that's fucked up." "Dad," Mark yelled over his shoulder. John nodded and smiled sheepishly at our son. I smirked, Joie and Mark didn't appreciate when John and I used words like that. They were worse than some parents. John continued, "Just to lead her on like that for years, and then just 'Oh, I never loved you, even though I must have said it a million fuckin' times'." Mark turned and looked at his father, "That kind of language is not necessary." John smirked, "You can't even spell necessary." Mark put his hands on his hips, "That's not the point." Joie looked at her brother, "Shut up Mark." John and I tried to stifle a laugh. I looked at Joie, trying to be angry, but I couldn't be, "Jospehine Leigh..." Joie smiled sheepishly at me, and I didn't need to say anymore. John smiled as he looked at me, "Wow, you're one tough mom." I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. He gripped my hand tightly and we continued walking through the park.
We sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner that night. I smiled as Mark and Joie bombarded their father with questions. The phone rang and distubred us. I got up and started to answer it. John looked at me, "Angel, come on, we're having dinner." I hesitated before answering it, "Hello?" "Angel?" My face grew angry when I heard Brock's voice on the other end of the phone. "What do you want?!" John knew who it was and sent the kids upstairs. They sighed and agreed, hating to leave their father. Brock answered me, "Is John home?" I grimaced, the bastard wasn't even acting like anything happened, "You have a lot of fuckin' nerve callin' here." "Listen..." "No, you listen. You're a worthless piece of shit and what you did to Rayne, what you did to Jason was fucked up. What kind of person are you?! How could you do that?!" "I..." "I didn't tell you to talk! Don't ever call here again, or I'll..." John took the phone from me, "Go calm down." I glared at him for a moment I started cleaning the dishes off the table. John sighed and talked to Brock, "What?" "I wanted to know if Rayne called, but I guess she did." "Yeah. You've got a lot of balls calling here." I turned and nodded, "That's right. I kill that fucker if I ever see him again." John turned and looked at me, "Angel." I grumbled and went back to my task. "Man, I don't know who else to call. I'm so fuckin' confused." John narrowed his eyes and leaned against the wall, "Why are YOU confused?! Rayne didn't lead YOU on for years, telling you she loved YOU, then up and telling you she was fucking lying!" I smiled, somewhat pleased with how John was talking to Brock. That asshole deserved every bit of it. John continued, "What you did was fucked up, and don't fucking call here again!" John slammed the phone down and looked at me. I was eyeing him, oddly, I had never seen him so pissed off. He walked downstairs and I sighed as I watched him go.
The kids were in bed, and sound asleep. I sighed and walked down the basement to see John doing bench presses. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. Damn! He stopped and sat up when he noticed me come downstairs. I walked over to him and he pulled me close to him. He rested his head against my stomach and sighed, "I just told one of my best friends that I didn't ever want to talk to him again." I sighed and nodded. Brock was one of John's closest friends, hell he was his best man at our wedding. I ran my fingers down the back of John's neck and felt him shiver. I grinned, knowing what it was doing to him. He eased back and kissed my stomach. He pulled me down onto his lap and started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and waited. A small voice came from the top of the stairs, "Mom? Dad?" I smiled gently and got off my husband, "Yeah Joie." Joie walked slowly down the stairs. She looked at John, "Why were you yelling?" John sighed and held his arms open for Joie. She walked over and John pulled her to him; he hugged her tightly, "I'll never leave you." Joie didn't understand, but I sure did.
Oh, one more thing... I'm going to be taking a break from No Thinkin' Thing, so I can think of how I want to continue it... I will be concentrating more on this story and Just A Fan... don't worry, I'm not finished with it and it shouldn't be long befor I update it again...
**Finally**
The next morning, I had slept much later than I planned. It was odd. Neither of the kids came into wake me up. I sat up and stretched. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, 11:30! Holy fuckin' Hell! How did I let myself sleep so late?! I started to climb out of bed, but someone behind me held me back. I rolled over and saw John's beautiful blue eyes watching me. I threw my arms around him and he hugged me tightly. I nuzzled against him, "I've missed you so much." John nodded, "I've missed you too." He kissed my neck gently, and I nearly melted. God, would I ever NOT be turned on by him? I don't think so. How could I not be? He always knew what to do and make me fall for him all over again. He rolled me onto my back and started kissing my neck again; I closed my eyes, but was just waiting for a kid to come bursting into the room. John noticed that I wasn't completely relaxed and smiled, "They're sleeping." I smiled at him and then relaxed as he kissed me again.
I walked next to John along the walk in the park near our house, as the kids ran around playing. John could tell there was something on my mind and narrowed his eyes, "Angel, what's wrong?" I looked at him and sighed, "Brock left Rayne." He stopped, frozen with shock, "What?" I nodded and we started walking again. I explained to him what Rayne told me and he just shook his head, "Jesus, that's fucked up." "Dad," Mark yelled over his shoulder. John nodded and smiled sheepishly at our son. I smirked, Joie and Mark didn't appreciate when John and I used words like that. They were worse than some parents. John continued, "Just to lead her on like that for years, and then just 'Oh, I never loved you, even though I must have said it a million fuckin' times'." Mark turned and looked at his father, "That kind of language is not necessary." John smirked, "You can't even spell necessary." Mark put his hands on his hips, "That's not the point." Joie looked at her brother, "Shut up Mark." John and I tried to stifle a laugh. I looked at Joie, trying to be angry, but I couldn't be, "Jospehine Leigh..." Joie smiled sheepishly at me, and I didn't need to say anymore. John smiled as he looked at me, "Wow, you're one tough mom." I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. He gripped my hand tightly and we continued walking through the park.
We sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner that night. I smiled as Mark and Joie bombarded their father with questions. The phone rang and distubred us. I got up and started to answer it. John looked at me, "Angel, come on, we're having dinner." I hesitated before answering it, "Hello?" "Angel?" My face grew angry when I heard Brock's voice on the other end of the phone. "What do you want?!" John knew who it was and sent the kids upstairs. They sighed and agreed, hating to leave their father. Brock answered me, "Is John home?" I grimaced, the bastard wasn't even acting like anything happened, "You have a lot of fuckin' nerve callin' here." "Listen..." "No, you listen. You're a worthless piece of shit and what you did to Rayne, what you did to Jason was fucked up. What kind of person are you?! How could you do that?!" "I..." "I didn't tell you to talk! Don't ever call here again, or I'll..." John took the phone from me, "Go calm down." I glared at him for a moment I started cleaning the dishes off the table. John sighed and talked to Brock, "What?" "I wanted to know if Rayne called, but I guess she did." "Yeah. You've got a lot of balls calling here." I turned and nodded, "That's right. I kill that fucker if I ever see him again." John turned and looked at me, "Angel." I grumbled and went back to my task. "Man, I don't know who else to call. I'm so fuckin' confused." John narrowed his eyes and leaned against the wall, "Why are YOU confused?! Rayne didn't lead YOU on for years, telling you she loved YOU, then up and telling you she was fucking lying!" I smiled, somewhat pleased with how John was talking to Brock. That asshole deserved every bit of it. John continued, "What you did was fucked up, and don't fucking call here again!" John slammed the phone down and looked at me. I was eyeing him, oddly, I had never seen him so pissed off. He walked downstairs and I sighed as I watched him go.
The kids were in bed, and sound asleep. I sighed and walked down the basement to see John doing bench presses. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. Damn! He stopped and sat up when he noticed me come downstairs. I walked over to him and he pulled me close to him. He rested his head against my stomach and sighed, "I just told one of my best friends that I didn't ever want to talk to him again." I sighed and nodded. Brock was one of John's closest friends, hell he was his best man at our wedding. I ran my fingers down the back of John's neck and felt him shiver. I grinned, knowing what it was doing to him. He eased back and kissed my stomach. He pulled me down onto his lap and started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and waited. A small voice came from the top of the stairs, "Mom? Dad?" I smiled gently and got off my husband, "Yeah Joie." Joie walked slowly down the stairs. She looked at John, "Why were you yelling?" John sighed and held his arms open for Joie. She walked over and John pulled her to him; he hugged her tightly, "I'll never leave you." Joie didn't understand, but I sure did.
