"Hey, I'm not looking for trouble. I've seen you around town and I just wanted to say hi," Greg said. "Who's the kid?"
"That's my son," Jon said.
"Hey there," Greg said, waving at J.J.
"Hi!" J.J. said, waving back. "Who's this man, Daddy?"
"My father. Your grandpa," Jon said. He really didn't want to introduce his father to J.J. but Jon didn't want to stir up any commotion.
"Grandpa!? More toys!" J.J. said.
Greg smiled.
"He looks like you when you were a kid. What's his name?" he asked.
"I named him after me. Jonathan, Junior," Jon said.
"That's a good choice," Greg said.
"Look, you need something? I'm trying to shop for my wife," Jon said, impatiently.
"Jonathan, why all the hostility?" Greg asked.
"I'm just in a hurry," Jon lied.
Jon really wanted to punch Greg in the face.
"Can I come visit you?" Greg asked.
"Can grandpa come visit Daddy?" J.J. asked.
"See? Even he wants to see me," Greg said.
Jonathan didn't even think about debating or arguing. He wanted to leave the presence of Greg.
"Sure, you can come visit for a little while," Jon said.
"Yay!" J.J. said.
"You invited your father over!?" Adriana said.
"Only for an hour or two. I couldn't say no in front of J.J.," Jon said.
Adriana sighed.
"Okay then. I'll grab another plate."
Luckily Mr. and Mrs. Germanotta came over for dinner as well. He could talk to his real family and not have to deal with Greg much. Linda had called because she wanted to come over for dinner. Jon had told her that Greg was at his house. Linda quickly changed her mind and told him that she'd come by tomorrow for brunch. Jon didn't blame her either.
Adriana was too busy wolfing down her food to notice that Greg was staring at her from across the table. He was sitting next to J.J. and Mrs. Germanotta. Jonathan, Adriana, and Mr. Germanotta were sitting on the other side. When she finally did look up, she locked eyes with Greg.
She immediately had an uneasy feeling about Greg. She refocused her attention on her plate again. Soon, he spoke to her.
"Adriana? That's your name right?"
Adriana looked up.
"Yes it is."
"You have a wonderful name. You're also pretty too. You and Jonathan make a nice couple."
"Thank you."
Even though he was being nice to her, Adriana didn't say anything to him for the rest of the evening.
"Why do I have to leave so soon?" Greg asked Jon.
"Because I don't want you around my fucking family," Jon snapped at Greg. He was trying to keep his voice low.
"Look, if you're still mad at me about what I said and did to you when you younger, I'm sorry. If I could change the past, I would. But I can't alright? You have to forgive me, Jonathan. I'm still your father," Greg said.
"I forgave you a long time ago. But you're not my father. You haven't been for the twenty plus years, now have you?" Jonathan said.
"Look, I don't have anywhere to go!" Greg said.
"Not my problem," Jonathan said.
"Jonathan-" Greg started.
"Get out of my house. I already gave you food," Jon said.
"Jonathan," Adriana called out behind Jon.
Jon turned around.
"Just let him stay for one night," Adriana said.
Jon wanted to say no but he didn't want to argue with Adriana. One night wouldn't hurt.
"Just tonight," Jon told Greg.
Jon turned and left, giving Adriana a kiss on the cheek as he continued walking away.
"I'll get you some blankets," Adriana said.
Even though Adriana had an uneasy feeling about Greg, she was pretty sure that letting him stay the night wasn't going to be a big deal.
So she thought.
It was one in the morning when Adriana woke up. She was craving more food.
She went to the kitchen and made herself two peanut butter jelly sandwiches and poured herself some milk. She was minding her business when she heard footsteps behind her.
It was Greg.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," Adriana said back. "Can't sleep?"
"I heard someone in the kitchen and wanted to know who it was. I was about to fall asleep," Greg said.
"It's just me. I'm hungry," Adriana said.
"Oh, I can see that. You know, I'm hungry too," Greg said.
"Want me to make you something?" Adriana offered.
"Nope. You look delicious just standing there," Greg said.
Adriana was about to drink some of her milk when she heard Greg say what he did. She slowly put her drink back down and looked at him.
"Wha...what did you just say?" she said.
"I said you look delicious just standing there. Man, during dinner I couldn't keep my eyes off of you," Greg said.
"I'm flattered that you find me beautiful and all, but if you're hitting on me, it's not going to work," Adriana said.
"Fiesty. I love that trait in a woman," Greg said.
He approached Adriana.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"Oh come now," Greg said.
He kept approaching her until he was a mere inches away from her. Greg ran his fingers through Adriana's hair. That sent chills down her entire body.
"Don't touch me!"
She swatted Greg's hand away.
"I don't mean to irritate you. I know you're carrying two babies and it's hard on you. I'm sorry. But please don't resist. I'm a better suitor for you," Greg continued.
"Shut up," Adriana said.
Greg reached around Adriana and grabbed her ass.
"Feels good back there. I'm envy Jon," he said.
Adriana was trying to take Greg's hand off of her butt but he kept it planted firmly.
Adriana didn't have the strength to fight Greg off.
"There, there, don't fight me," he said.
Greg kissed Adriana on the face and looked into her eyes. Adriana looked back at him in disgust.
"Don't give me that look darling. You're too beautiful for that. If you weren't married to Jonathan and already have a kid and if you weren't pregnant, I'd screw you on the table right now," he said.
"Leave me alone!" Adriana said.
She broke away from him and slapped him in the face.
"Bitch!" Greg said.
He slapped Adriana across the face.
Adriana noticed that she was standing in front of the drawer with the sharp knives. She quickly opened it and pulled out a knife.
"Wait, what're-" Greg started.
Adriana took the knife and stabbed Greg in the arm.
"Fuck! You evil, fat bitch!" Greg screamed out.
Jonathan was woken by Greg's screams. For some reason, Jonathan really couldn't sleep tonight. And he was about to find out why.
Jonathan got up and rushed to see what was happening.
He saw the kitchen light on and went to investigate.
When he got to the kitchen, he saw Adriana standing by the counter, crying. She was still holding the knife in hand. Jon saw that it had blood on it.
Greg was on the floor, nursing his arm.
Jon approached Greg.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" Jon asked coldly.
"Nothing," Greg quickly lied. "I didn't do anything. She was just acting a little crazy. I think it's because she's still pregnant."
Jon looked at Adriana and knew damn well that wasn't the truth.
"Jonathan...he...touched me...kissed me...told me that if I wasn't with you and didn't have kids and if I wasn't pregnant, he'd screw me on the table. He even said...he's a better suitor for me..."
Adriana dropped the knife and broke down crying.
Jonathan looked back at Greg.
"Now look," Greg said. "It's...it's not what you think."
Jonathan went over to Greg and started beating the shit out of him.
Jon made sure he didn't stop until Greg was bleeding from his mouth and nose.
"Jonathan!" Adriana said.
Jonathan was about to land another punch when he looked up at Adriana.
He got off of Greg and yanked him up. Jon escorted him to the front door.
"If I ever see your face again, I'm going to fucking kill you," Jonathan promised Greg.
"You're a police officer. You can't kill," Greg said.
"You're an exception," Jon said. "Now get the fuck off of my porch and off my property."
Jon slammed the door and locked it. He went to tend to Adriana.
"You okay?" Jon asked her.
Adriana was holding her stomach.
"I don't know," she said. She was crying again.
"Don't cry. Don't stress yourself out. Everything is going to be alright," Jon said.
Jon escorted Adriana back to bed.
The softness of the pillows helped put Adriana out like a lightbulb.
Jon kicked himself in the face for inviting his father over for dinner. But he couldn't be mad because J.J. wanted to see him. But Greg was a shitface and Jonathan refused to let him be around his family. Jon would murder that man and anyone else in could blood if they messed with his family. If someone messed with Jonathan, it was okay. But as soon as someone went after his loved ones, it was World War Three.
Jon knew he had to better protect his family.
*2 and a half weeks later:
Adriana awoke when she had a painful contraction in the afternoon.
"Jonathan! Bring your ass in here! The babies are coming!" Adriana screamed out from the porch.
Jonathan grabbed J.J. and Adriana's bag.
Jonathan rushed past Adriana and threw the bag in the back and almost threw J.J. in the back.
"Daddy!" J.J. cried out.
"Sorry! But you gotta get ya ass in the backseat," Jon said.
"Daddy! Why did you say the "a" word?" J.J. said.
"You know what son, I don't even know," Jon said.
Jon and J.J. stared at each other for a few seconds.
"That's a funny word," J.J. said.
"Yeah it is. I remember when your mother said the word in front of grandma. Your grandma slapped her on the hand. It was so funny. You should've seen the way your mom was pouting and holding her hand like it was broken," Jon said, laughing.
Adriana was halfway to the car when she stopped.
"What the hell are you two laughing about? Jon, help me get to the damn car. These babies are about to slide out of my cooch!"
"Oh snap! Alright, get in," Jon told J.J. "Buckle up."
Jon went to Adriana helped her into the car. Jon slid across the hood of the car and got to his side of the car. He hoped in and started the engine.
"Jonathan," Adriana said.
"Yes?" Jon said.
"I'm gonna cut your balls off," Adriana said, calmly. She turned and smiled at Jonathan.
"What do you mean you're gonna cut off Daddy's balls?" J.J. asked.
"It's a game," Jonathan quickly said.
Jonathan pulled out of the driveway and drove Adriana to the hospital before she threatened him even more.
Author's Note: Well, I'd say that went quite interesting.