Author's Note: I'm sorry I've been slow with updates. For the past 3 weeks I've been battling with my asthma - which had gone idle for 16 years, and just popped back up to cause issues 3 weeks ago. Talk about scary! Needless to say, I haven't really been in the mood to write, as I've been battling to breathe, so I'm sorry for that. But hopefully I've finally gotten it under control and I'll be returning with regular updates. But to make up for the lack of updates, this update is SUPER long, ANNND there's an NC-17 rating on this chapter. So, hopefully that'll make up for my absence a little bit. In any event, here's chapter thirty nine!
Chapter Thirty Nine
It had been a week since Chasity had finally spilled the secret to Jon. They had the DNA test done the previous Thursday, before Jon had left to head back out on the road. The results had arrived in the mail a few days ago. Monday, to be more precise, but Chasity had left them sitting in their envelope, unopened on the coffee table. She refused to read them to Jon over the phone, or open them without him present. So on the coffee table – unopened – is where they would remain until Jon arrived home later today.
Chasity drew up a bath for Kaleb in his little baby tub and started bathing him to distract herself from the situation. Although, it didn't help much because she still saw all of Jon's features in him; even more so every time he would smile. He had the same dimples and everything, and during bath time he tended to smile a lot because he loved being in the water. The only bath Chasity could remember him crying during was his very first one when they helped the nurse bathe him while he was still in the NICU. Ever since then, though, he had absolutely loved all his bath times.
Once Kaleb was clean and the water had finally grown colder, Chasity took him out and wrapped him in a towel to carry him to the nursery and laid him down on his changing table. After making sure he was totally dry she rubbed some baby magic baby lotion into his skin to keep it soft and moist. Fastening a diaper around his hips, she grabbed a little onesie that had two thumbs pointing back toward Kaleb and said 'This Boy Loves His Daddy'. She figured on a day like today, this type of outfit was appropriate. Besides, it definitely fit. Kaleb did love his daddy. Sometimes Chasity was convinced he loved Jon more than he loved her.
She slipped on a pair of little jeans over top of the onesie to complete his outfit and slipped on some little socks to keep his feet warm. Just as she got the last sock over his foot she heard the front door opening, indicating Jon was home. "Perfect timing," she mumbled under her breath as she grabbed the 'I Love Daddy' burp cloth from the shelf beneath the changing table. She was intent on sticking with the 'daddy' theme for the day; no matter what those results said. "Daddy's home, buddy," she whispered to Kaleb as she picked him up off the changing table and carried him out to the living room where she met Jon by the front door. "Hey," she smiled at him as he leaned down and gave her a quick, loving kiss before taking Kaleb out of her arms and kissing him, too. Reading his shirt, Jon smiled.
"Hi," he responded as he cradled a now sleeping Kaleb in his arms. "Love the outfit choice," he acknowledged out loud. Chasity gave him a smile as she placed the spit cloth over his shoulder. Noticing the words on the spit cloth Jon shook his head. "I sense a theme here," he joked. Chasity shrugged.
Nothing had changed for Jon since he had found out the secret last week. He still treated Kaleb like he always had, and he didn't look at Chasity any differently. Chasity only hoped the results lying on the coffee table wouldn't wind up changing any of that.
Jon walked over to the sofa and sat down, adjusting Kaleb so his head was resting against his chest and the burp cloth – just in case he should spit up while he was asleep – Chasity following suit behind him. Kicking his shoes off under the coffee table, he put his feet up on top of the coffee table. That's when he noticed the manila envelope lying un-opened on the coffee table. Chasity had told him they had arrived, but she had refused to open them when he told her too, telling him it wasn't the kind of news you read to somebody over the phone. Even though he was dying to know the results, the more he thought about it, the more he realized she was right. These types of results were better done face-to-face, not over the phone. After all, the results that were folded up and sealed tightly within that envelope were life changing for him and the child currently sleeping in his chest. They were either biologically blood related, or they weren't. While it wouldn't hinder his love for Kaleb if he wasn't biologically his, it would definitely still hurt. But that was the hand he was dealt, and Jon had never been one to complain about those types of things. He just went along with his life and dealt with them as they popped up.
"Are you ready to open that, or do you want to wait a little longer," Chasity questioned, noticing Jon's eyes hadn't left the envelope since he had spotted it moments earlier. Jon eyed the envelope a little longer trying to decide if he wanted to delay the inevitable, or just rip the band aid off the healing wound quickly. In the end, he decided delaying the inevitable was stupid. They had already delayed it long enough, now it was time to find out what fate that envelope held; what was in Kaleb's future?
"No, no more waiting," Jon voiced, shaking his head. "We've done enough of that. Let's find out what our son's future holds; what my future holds," Jon replied, stressing 'our' and 'my' respectively as he pulled his feet off the table and reached for the envelope with the arm that wasn't securing a still sleeping Kaleb to his chest. "Should I open it, or do you want to," he asked, glancing over at Chasity.
"It's up to you, what do you want to do," she asked. "I know he's my son, so the results don't directly affect me, they directly affect you and him, so if you want to read them, you read them; otherwise hand it to me and I'll read them," she continued. Jon looked at Kaleb again, watching him sleep so innocently pressed against his chest, not a care in the world. Just as it should be.
"On one hand, I wanna know if he's mine, but on the other, I'm absolutely petrified he's not gonna be," Jon confessed. "Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of letting that change how I feel about him. I'm still going to love him as if he is my own," Jon surmised. "But I'm not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you it's not going to hurt if he's not. Because it will. I know it will," Jon admitted. Chasity nodded.
"I understand what you're saying, but I honestly don't see that happening," Chasity said, trying to soothe his fears. "I look at him every day and all I see is you. Some would say I'm seeing what I want to see, but you look at him and tell me he doesn't look like you," Chasity encouraged him. "Believe me, I totally understand where you're coming from. I understand your fear. I can't say I know how you're feeling, but I do understand why you're scared," Chasity admitted. "But I believe with my whole heart that it's an irrational fear," Chasity told him. Jon took one last hard look at Kaleb before holding the envelope up.
"Alright, I'll open it, but we both have to read the results together," Jon decided. Chasity nodded in agreement. Sliding his finger under the lip of the envelope's mouth Jon took a deep breath. "Whelp, here goes nothing," he mumbled as he lifted the flap and pulled out the white slip of paper that was folded up and housed inside. Chasity leaned in closer to his side so she could read the paper as he flipped it open. Both sets of eyes skimmed the black ink that stained the otherwise pristine white sheet.
They quickly skimmed over all the legal rubbish that was written to protect the doctor's office that performed the test before coming to the numerous percentages of the test itself. None of the wording or percentages on the form made any sense to either of them because neither of them knew how to read the DNA numbers, but there at the very bottom of the form were the result in laments terms they could both easily understand.
This DNA test was conducted with 99.9% certainty in regards to the paternity of Kaleb Jonathan Good and was able to determine that Jonathan Good IS the biological father of Kaleb Jonathan Good.
Chasity felt the tears pouring down her face before she had even fully finished reading the results. All she had to see was the word 'is' and the tears began pouring down her face before she could do anything to thwart them. She quickly pointed at the words on the very bottom of the sheet just to make sure Jon had seen them, too. Jon nodded his head, acknowledging he saw what it said, before leaning down and quickly catching her lips with his.
After a few minutes he pulled away from her, looking at his sleeping son. He'd been calling him 'his son' for the last four in a half months, but now it felt different; now he truly was his son, and there was nothing anybody could do to change that, and he had always sworn if he was ever faced with this reality that he'd be a better father than his father ever was to him. Thus far, he'd held up that promise, despite not knowing that Kaleb was biologically his until two minutes ago. Gently lifting Kaleb up he kissed his forehead before laying him back against his chest, where he continued to sleep, blissfully unaware of what was going on.
Now Jon's only regret now in this whole situation is the fact that he could only remember bits and pieces of the night he spent with Chasity when Kaleb was conceived. Standing up he carried Kaleb into his nursery and laid him down in his crib. Standing next to his son's crib, Jon continued to quietly watch him sleep peacefully when Chasity walked into the room and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, lying her head against the back of Jon's shoulder.
"What are you doing," she asked, quietly so as not to wake their snoozing son.
"Soaking it all in," he quietly admitted, never taking his eyes off Kaleb. Chasity hooked her arm under his and tugged him toward the doorway of the nursery.
"Come on, let's let him nap. We can go talk because I can tell you have something weighing on your mind," she admitted. Jon followed her out of the nursery and into the living room where they both sat back down on the sofa; only this time Chasity sat in his lap sideways so she could look him in the eyes and wrap her arms around his neck. "What's bothering you," she questioned, locking eyes with him so she could tell if he was lying to her, or not.
"The fact I have a son, but I can hardly remember helping create him. I know that sounds stupid, but it's bothering me," he admitted without hesitation. "I mean, isn't that supposed to be a special thing that you're supposed to cherish almost as much as you cherish their birth," he questioned, his face squinching up in confusion. Chasity scooted back in his lap a little bit and rested her head against his shoulder.
"No, not necessarily. I mean, some kids are born into families that don't even truly love them. Both she and Jon knew almost too well what they felt like. Others are born, and immediately put up for adoption," Chasity said, trying to prove her point.
"I guess you're right. I mean, after all, look at how we were both brought up," Jon pointed out. "I still wish I could remember that night, though" Jon sighed.
"Do you want me to tell you what I remember from my dream," Chasity asked. Jon shrugged.
"Only if you really want to. I'm not going to force you to." Chasity snuggled into his lap a little deeper to make sure she was completely comfortable before she started relaying the story of the dream to Jon. As she got further into the story everything started coming back to Jon and his eyes went wide. "Wait," he stopped her midsentence. "That was you," he asked, not believing he hadn't recognized her that night. Chasity couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, that was me. I'm guessing it's all coming back to you now," she asked. He nodded.
"I remember dancing with you – which you know is totally out of my comfort zone – but I can't believe I didn't know it was you." Chasity shrugged.
"Well, in your defense, you had a lot of alcohol that night, and when you're drunk you tend to do things you would never do when you're sober," Chasity pointed out. "Besides, you didn't recognize me right away the day we finally did reconnect, either," Chasity pointed out again. Jon nodded.
"That's true," he acknowledged, twisting her body in his lap forcing her to lift her head off his shoulder and place her legs on either side of his body, so she was now straddling his lap. "You had grown up since the last time I saw you," Jon defended himself. "I mean, you were obviously beautiful back in high school," Jon said, cupping her face. "But I have to admit, you're even more beautiful now," he mumbled against her lips before he claimed her lips with his, starting and impromptu make out session.
They broke apart when air became a necessity. "Alright, we need to stop before I can't anymore," Jon mumbled as Chasity pressed another small kiss to his lips.
"Who said… I… wanted… you… to… stop," Chasity questioned between each kiss she initiated against Jon's lips.
"You're not allowed to have sex, so we have to stop," Jon pointed out as Chasity kissed along his jawline and chin. She couldn't help but chuckle as she sat up a little in his lap.
"I love and appreciate your concern, babe, but I went to see Doctor Mitchel yesterday, and she cleared me for all activities," Chasity admitted. "Including sex," she added after another heated kiss. She hadn't told him she had her six week checkup because she had planned to seduce him in surprising fashion. This wasn't exactly what she envisioned, but she would take it anyway. "So," Chasity began, wrapping her arms around Jon's neck and leaning toward him. "Means I've been cleared, and I'm more than willing and clearly able, I say we celebrate the DNA results," She finished, pressing another hot kiss against Jon's lips; only this one held a lot more passion than the kisses that had proceeded it.
When the need for oxygen became too great once again they separated to catch their breaths, which gave Jon a chance to lift Chasity and sit her down on the couch next to him as he twisted his body toward her; successfully taking control of the situation. Lifting her shirt up, Chasity raised her arms so he could pull it off her body before unhooking her bra. Once her upper body was completely stripped, Jon gently nudged her shoulder. "Lay down," he whispered encouragingly, as Chasity abided by his command and laid back against the sofa allowing Jon to hover over top of his girlfriend.
Jon eyed his girlfriend closely before placing a quick, soft kiss against her lips. Breaking away he kissed down her body until he got to her chest where he turned his attention to her breasts. Swiping his tongue across her left nipple before sucking it into his mouth causing Chasity to moan out in pleasure as she grabbed at his hair and scratched her finger nails against his scalp. After he was satisfied with the amount of attention he had given her left nipple he turned his attention to her right nipple and paid that nipple the same amount of attention causing Chasity to writhe in pleasure beneath him some more.
After Jon was satisfied with how aroused Chasity was he sat back so most of his weight was on the backs of his legs. Chasity watched him through half lidded eyes, wondering why he had stopped, but when she saw him unbuttoning the button down shirt he had been wearing and sliding it off his body, she smiled. Once his button down shirt was removed he quickly pulled off the black wife beater he had on underneath it, and threw that across the room. "The clothes have to go," he mumbled as he made quick work of his jeans and boxers next before turning his attention to the sweat pants and panties Chasity had on and tugged them down her legs. Using her feet Chasity quickly kicked the material off her legs.
Once all their clothing was discarded and out of the way Jon pushed her legs apart and settled his hips between her thighs as he looked her now naked body over. Leaning down he slowly kissed up her left leg until he reached the inside of her thigh. Turning his head he placed soft kisses down the inside of her right leg. Reaching her ankle he restarted the process on her left leg until he reached the top. Stopping he turned his head and purposely brushed his nose against her clit causing her to jump and moan, bringing a smirk to Jon's face as he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Chasity felt like Jon was causing her to lose her mind with the pleasure he was inflicting upon her body. It had felt like forever since she had been touched intimately. Due to the first premature labor scare followed later by Kaleb's official premature arrival they hadn't been allowed to be intimate in three in a half months, so to say Chasity's body was overly sensitive would be an understatement. Chasity couldn't hold back anymore as she thrust her hips up toward Jon's face causing him to pull away from her body.
"No… don't… don't stop," Chasity whimpered and begged as Jon chuckled.
"Patience is a virtue, beautiful," Jon mumbled as he brought himself back up to hover over top of her. Leaning down he placed another kiss against Chasity's lips as she reached down between them trying to grab his erection to line him up, but he shifted his hips causing her to miss her target.
"Stop teasing me, Jon. Please," she begged. His only response was a chuckle.
"Didn't I just tell you, patience is a virtue," he questioned as he pushed back some of the bangs that had fallen in her face and started sticking due to the fact she had started sweating. Chasity growled.
"It's been three in a half months since I've had sex, Jon," she reminded him. "So my patience have been long gone for a while, and if you don't fuck me soon, Kaleb is going to be waking up and then we'll both be left hanging," Chasity informed him. "So you have two options, you can finish the job yourself, or I can take matters into my own hands and finish it myself," she barked. Jon laughed.
"Man oh man, you're feisty today," Jon acknowledged. "I like it," he admitted as he leaned down, reclaiming her lips as he guided his erection toward her opening. "You're sure you're ready for this," he questioned, breaking the kiss causing Chasity to growl at him again.
"Jon, I swear to God," Chasity trailed off as his lips claimed hers once again in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed into her, not wanting to hurt her. It had been awhile therefore he knew she was going to be tight, so once he was in he paused, allowing her to adjust. Chasity moaned into the kiss and pulled away when her lungs burned with the need for oxygen. "Move," she commanded as her walls clamped down around him.
Doing as his girlfriend had commanded, Jon began to slowly rock his hips in time with Chasity's. "Damn," he mumbled as he buried his face into the side of her neck. "I forgot how tight you could be," he groaned as he pushed his weight up onto his arms. "This slow crap isn't cutting it," he grumbled as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
"Oh God… fuck," Chasity cried, as more and more pleasure coursed through her body the faster Jon moved. With each thrust, she rocked her hips up as far as she could to meet his.
"I'm not gonna last much longer," Jon panted, feeling himself nearing the edge as he reached down between them and started pinching and twisting her clit.
"Just cum," she moaned as her back lifted off the couch with each pinch and twist he applied to the bundle of nerves between her thighs.
As much as he wanted her to cum first, he knew it wasn't going to happen. The closest he would get to that was forcing her to cum with him, so he applied more pressure to her button and watched her continue to writhe below him. "Ohhhh… Fuckkkkkk," Chasity moaned. "I'm cumming, Jon," she announced just as he felt her inner muscles squeeze around him, sending him over the edge right along with her. He collapsed on top of her, trying his best not to allow all his weight to collapse on top of her as they each finished riding out their respected orgasms and slowly regained their breath and allowed their breathing to return to normal.
Once his breathing was back to normal Jon pulled out of Chasity and stood up to start putting his clothes back on. Because as Chasity had so kindly pointed out not too long ago, Kaleb would be waking up soon and they needed to return to being parents. As he pulled his jeans on over top of his boxers and his wife beater over top of his torso, he started finding and tossing each article of Chasity's clothing over to her. "I'd say that was a pretty hefty celebration," Jon joked as Chasity snapped her bra back into place.
Shaking her head she laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it doesn't get any better than that," she joked back.
Slowly but surely, they both got their clothing back on and made sure it was in presentable fashion. And not a moment too soon. Just as Jon finished buttoning the top button on his button up Kaleb began crying. "Told you he'd be waking up soon," Chasity said smugly. "If we had continued at your pace, we'd be getting interrupted right now," Chasity joked. Jon stuck his tongue out at her and headed for Kaleb's nursery, Chasity hot on his heels.
"You know, as he gets older, these little impromptu sessions aren't going to be as easy," Chasity pointed out. Jon picked Kaleb up out of the crib and kissed his forehead.
"I'm well aware of that, but I do have to point out this specific session was not my doing. This was all you," he jokingly pointed out.
"Yes well, it had been three in a half months, so excuse me if I was a little over zealous," Chasity responded. Jon laughed.
"I'm not complaining. I was just stating a fact," Jon admitted. "Now, I'm sure he's probably hungry, so let's go get him fed and spend some quality family time together," Jon said, wrapping his free arm around Chasity's shoulders and leading her and Kaleb back out into the living room.