Author's Note: If this triggers anything for some people, I'm sorry.
Note: Touchy content.
1993:
Adriana sat on the couch and colored in her Sesame Street coloring book. Jon was fast asleep laying next to her. And he was snoring. Adriana loved hearing Jon snore.
Adriana was patiently waiting for her mother to come home from work.
The door opened and in came her father instead.
He went to the fridge and grabbed three beers then went to sit in the living room. He sat down on in the chair on the left side of the couch.
Adriana ignored her father and kept coloring.
She heard her father chug down his beers rather quickly. He belched loud.
"Go get me another one, Adriana."
Adriana stopped coloring and went to get her father another beer. She came back to the living room and handed it to him. She sat back down and resumed coloring.
Her father finished the beer in two minutes.
"Go get me another one," her father said.
Adriana kept coloring.
"Hey, you little bitch," her father said. "I know you hear me talking to your stupid ass. Get the fuck up and go get me another beer."
Adriana ignored him again.
Her father became irate and jumped up from his seat. He went over to Adriana and slapped her across her left cheek.
"OW!" Adriana yelped.
"I TOLD YOU TO GO GET ME ANOTHER BEER YOU FUCKING TRAMP! DISOBEY ME AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!"
Jon was woken by all of the commotion going on. He saw that Adriana's father was grabbing Adriana by her hair.
"Get off of her!" Jon yelled.
He jumped up and bit his hand.
"Ugh!" Adriana's father said.
He punched Jon in the face but Jon kept his teeth locked tight on his hand.
Adriana's father let go of her hair and focused his attention on Jon. Jon stopped biting his hand and tried to get away but Adriana's father snatched him up.
Jon headbutted him in the nose.
Adriana's father threw Jon back down on the couch.
"You little bastard!"
Jon grabbed the coloring book and crayons that were on the floor. He grabbed Adriana's wrist and hurried her to her room. He pushed her in and locked the door.
Adriana fell to the floor crying. Jon comforted her. He kissed Adriana's now bruised cheek.
"Ssshhh, it's okay. I'm right here. Don't cry, Adriana. I'll protect you," Jon said.
*A week later:
Jon was watching Rugrats. He didn't feel good and had to stay at home for the day.
Mrs. Germanotta had stepped out to get him some more soup.
Jon thought he was going to be able to rest and chill for the day.
He tought wrong.
Mr. Germanotta had came home and saw Jon by himself.
"What are you doing here, you little shit?"
Jon ignored him.
"You know what? I'm getting real tired of you and Adriana ignoring me. You two are scum of the earth."
"Look who's talking," Jon responded.
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me."
"I'm about to come over there and knock your fucking head off you damn runt. You shouldn't even be badmouthing me anyway. After all, if it wasn't for us, you'd be in the gutter somewhere, curtesy of your mother and father. Well, just your mother. Your father abandoned your little ass, last time I heard."
Jon looked at Mr. Germanotta.
"I wish you just die."
"Same here kid. I don't like you anyway."
"As if I care."
"Get out."
"Make me, you fat piece of shit."
Mr. Germanotta charged towards Jon.
Jon quickly got up and went to grab a pair of scissors that he saw on the coffee table.
Mr. Germanotta reached for Jon but Jon stabbed him in his hand.
Jon ran to the room and locked the door once again. He heard Mr. Germanotta cussing and fussing in the bathroom.
The straw that broke the camel's back was when Mr. Germanotta got drunk and tried to kill both Adriana and Jon literally.
Mr. Germanotta had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and chased Adriana and Jon.
Jon got the upper hand when he kicked Mr. Germanotta in the shin and headbutted him once again in the nose. Jon grabbed the knife out of his hand and put it to his throat.
"Jon! No!" Adriana said.
She knew exactly what Jon planned to do.
Mr. Germanotta reminded Jon of his own father.
Like hell was he going to live with a monster like this.
"I'm calling 911."
Mrs. Germanotta rushed home as soon as she got the news.
"Oh, I'm so sorry you two!"
She sat on the edge of her bed, weeping.
"Don't cry, Mama," Adriana said.
"It's all my fault. But I've been working so many hours. How come you guys never told me?" Mrs. Germanotta said.
"We don't know. But we handled him," Jon said.
Mrs. Germanotta hugged both Adriana and Jon.
"If you two are ever in trouble, please tell me."
"We will," Jon said.
He wiped a tear from Mrs. Germanotta's cheek.
"Don't cry," he said.
Present:
"Jonathan, I want two grilled cheese sandwiches with potato chips," Adriana said.
Jon looked at Adriana then looked at her growing stomach.
"Well don't just stand there dammit! Make me my food!""
"Just don't kill me."
Jon was making Adriana's food when she stormed into the kitchen.
"What kind of bread is that?"
"Wheat."
"It better be wheat. What type of cheese are you making it with?"
"Kraft singles, Adriana."
"Good."
Adriana pecked Jon on the cheek.
"You're the best husband ever," she said.
"You're the best wife ever," Jon said.
"All finished."
Jon placed the sandwiches on a plate and opened a bag of chips.
"We don't have potato chips. Only Doritos," he said.
"That's fine."
Jon dumped some chips on the plate and balled the bag up and placed it back on the counter.
"Come outside," Adriana said.
Jonathan and Adriana sat on the swingset on the porch and ate.
"I was thinking of names for the baby," Adriana said.
"I couldn't think of anything," Jon said.
"Well, how does Adien Lee and Madaline Lisa sound?"
"Sounds perfect."
Jon bent over and kissed Adriana's stomach.
"The babies are excited again," Adriana said.
"How excited are they?"
"They're pushing against my bladder and now I have to pee!" Adriana said.
She got up and hurried into the house.
Linda pulled up in the driveway. She had taken J.J. to the movies. J.J. hoped out of the car and ran to the porch.
"Look at what grandma bought me!" J.J. said.
Linda had bought J.J. a lightsaber from the store.
"Sweet. Now I can hit you in the head with it. Go put it up in your room, alright?" Jon said.
"You're so silly," J.J. said.
J.J. went inside the house.
Linda then joined Jon on the porch.
"Was he good?" Jon said.
"He was fantastic. It feels pretty good to be a grandma. Tomorrow I'm going to buy the twins some things too," Linda said.
"Thank you," Jon said.
"No problem. How's Adriana?"
"She's doing good. Eating everything in sight and growing bigger. I thought she was gonna eat my arm off yesterday," Jon said.
Linda smiled.
"At least she's doing well," she said.
"Yeah. Say, everything going good for you?" Jon asked.
"Everything is fine. Just fine. Thank you," Linda said.
"Don't mention it. I just couldn't bear to see you struggling. You're a beautiful woman. I couldn't let you just rot in jail," Jon said.
"I'm glad you forgave me."
"You had to do what you had to. One thing I can say about you is that you never left. At least you did come home every night. Unlike Greg."
"Him. Let's not mention that man's name," Linda said.
"You don't have to tell me twice."
"Jonathan! Where's my apple juice!?" Adriana cried out from the bedroom.
"I'm bringing it right now!" Jon called to her down the hallway.
Jon walked into the room and quickly handed Adriana her juice. She chugged it down immediately.
"More please."
"Honey, that's your second cup. You sure you should be drinking so much? I mean, you do go to the bathroom a lot," Jon said.
"I. Want. More. Juice. NOW!"
Jon quickly walked to the door and was about to leave until Adriana called him back.
"Noo! Where are you going?" she asked.
"To get you more juice!" Jon said.
"Please don't leave me here alone...I don't know what I'd do without you," Adriana said.
Jon went back to Adriana and soothed her.
"I'll only be gone for two minutes. I'm going to get you some more juice, alright?"
After giving Adriana two more glasses of juice, she finally fell asleep.
*Four months later. Adriana is 8 months pregnant and is still eating everything in sight:
"Okay, I need you to go to the store for me. I need two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos, two bottles of raspberry Arizona tea, a bag of snickers, three pepperoni pizzas, one liter of coke, four gatorades, and I want them to be all grape flavored, and last but not least, French cheese with a baguette," Adriana told Jon, handing him her grocery list.
Jon stared at the piece of paper then stared back at his wife.
"What?"
Jon held up the paper.
"All of this? Really now?"
"Yes!"
"You sure you're not carrying triplets?"
"Jonathan, just..."
Adriana grabbed her stomach.
"Oh!"
"Baby, what's wrong?" Jon said.
Adriana grabbed Jon's hand and squeezed hard.
"Adriana! Stop!"
Adriana kept sqeezing Jon's hand. She had brought Jon down to his knees in pain.
"Adriana, please!"
"The babies...oh damn...they're kicking my ass!" Adriana said. She let go of Jon's hand. "I'm sorry, Jonathan."
"No...it's...okay," Jon said weakly.
"Why are you holding your hand, Daddy?" J.J. asked his father.
Jon was pushing the shopping cart in the store but had to stop. Adriana really jacked up his hand.
"Mommy was holding onto it is all," Jon said. "Grab those chips, please and thank you."
"Jonathan?" a voice said.
Jon turned around and saw a man looking at him.
"It is you," the man said.
Jon recognized the man's face immediately.
"What do you want, Greg?" Jonathan said coldly.
Author's Note: Oh snap.