Author's Note: Sorry this update has taken me longer than usual. With the holidays, I've been a bit busy, but now that Christmas is over, things should start to return to normal, so hopefully I'll have at least one update up every week. Not entirely happy with this chapter, but I couldn't think of anything else to move the story along, and we haven't seen a legit conflict with these guys yet, so we are going to find out just how they handle conflict in the next few chapters. :)

Chapter Forty

After Kaleb had finished eating and Jon had made sure he burped, they laid him down on the floor on his little play may for some 'tummy time'. Chasity had been doing this exercise with him for the last few weeks because she had read it was known for helping babies strengthen their muscles; more specifically, their neck muscles. It was clear to see it was working, too as Kaleb's neck control got better and better with each passing day.

While they sat on the floor, a couple feet from Kaleb; Jon leaning back against the bottom of the couch, Chasity sitting between his legs, as they watched Kaleb babble and blow spit bubbles as he reached for toys that lay around him on various spots around the play mat, Chasity couldn't help but think about what Jon would have done if the DNA test had revealed he wasn't Kaleb's biological father. He said no matter what the result said he would have stuck around. But would he honestly have stuck around, or would the heartbreak of knowing he and Kaleb didn't share blood have been too much to handle?

Jon could tell the wheels were turning inside Chasity's head. She was staring in Kaleb's direction, but it was clear by the far off look in her eyes she was actually a million miles away as she stared off into space. "What are you thinking about," he questioned, tugging her back to lean against his chest, breaking her from her day dream.

"What would've truly happened if the DNA test had said you weren't his father," she responded, catching Jon by surprise. He had already told her he was going to be there no matter what the result said, so he was completely confused by the question.

"What do you mean," he asked, completely caught off guard, and not sure what answer she was truly fishing for.

"You said you would have been hurt, but you still would love Kaleb. But would loving him have really been enough to allow you to handle knowing he wasn't yours, after finding out there had been a chance he was?"

Jon had never really thought about it. Before they had received the results he had known there was a chance Kaleb wasn't biologically his, but he had never thought about love not being enough for him to stick around no matter what. Prior to finding out about their intimate night together, when he thought Kaleb was a product of one of Chasity's nights at work, he was raising him as if he was his own. He always just figured he would got back to doing things that way. "I honestly never thought about it," he quietly admitted. "I mean, before I knew we had slept together the night he was conceived, I never even thought he was mine, and I was raising him as if he was mine; I loved him as if he was, so I just assumed I'd go back to doing it that way."

"Fair enough," Chasity admitted. "But now that I have put the idea in your head, and you've thought about it, would you have been able to do it?"

Jon didn't understand why she needed an answer to this. It was an obsolete issue. The results said Kaleb is his, and he was now dead set on loving and raising him in a fashion that his own father hadn't done for him. "Why does it matter? It's an irrelevant issue at this point," Jon pointed out.

"I'm just curious."

"Well Chas, curiosity killed the cat," Jon told her, kissing her on the side of the head. Standing up he gently snatched Kaleb up off his play mat and left the living room.

Chasity officially felt like a bitch. She hadn't meant to piss him off by asking. She was honestly just curious. Getting up she followed the path Jon had taken down the hall. "I didn't mean to upset you, Jon," Chasity said, after finding him in Kaleb's nursery.

"You didn't mean to upset me, yet you're asking a question that is irrelevant at this point."

"I know it is, but I was honestly just curious. I thought maybe you had thought about it. Then after I asked, I didn't want it to be something that you couldn't get out of your head, so I figured if I let you get it out immediately it would be a good thing, so I pushed the issue. I guess I was wrong, and I'm sorry for pushing the issue," Chasity apologized.

"It's fine. It's over, let's just move on," Jon said.

Once Kaleb was fed and down for the night, Chasity and Jon cuddled up on the couch and started watching a movie. They hadn't talked much since their small quarrel, and Chasity hated it. Hitting pause on the remote, Chasity sat up so she could look at her boyfriend, who was eyeing her suspiciously. She had decided she was ending this charade now. "Can we talk?" Jon shifted to a completely upright sitting position and shrugged.

"About what?"

"I know you said earlier we should just move on, but I can't. Not because I need an answer to that question, but because we never really discussed the actual problem at hand. You can't just 'move on' when you haven't solved the problem, Jon."

Jon rubbed his face with both hands, frustrated that this conversation was coming back up; especially tonight. He was tired and not in the mood. "I have no idea what 'problem' you are referring to. You apologized, I accepted, and suggested we just let it drop and move on. How is that not solving the problem," he questioned. He was utterly confused and he was beginning to feel like Chasity was just looking for a fight by beating a dead horse.

"It's not solved because I can tell you're still mad at me. You haven't said more than five words to me since we supposedly "fixed" that problem. Dinner was the quietest meal I can ever remember us having together," Chasity pointed out. "We usually discuss everything from your time on your last tour to Kaleb. But tonight, it was completely silent unless you wanted something on the table you couldn't reach. Then you'd ask me to pass it, and then we were right back to complete silence. I said I was sorry, but clearly that wasn't enough. So how do I fix this, Jon? Tell me and I'll do it."

Jon didn't say a word. Instead he got up and walked toward the bed room, leaving Chasity sitting on the sofa until he returned in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. His phone, wallet and car keys in his hands. "I need time to think," he said, placing a hat on his head and walking toward the door. "I'll be back in a bit," he said, walking out the door.

Chasity shook her head. "Typical Jon. Running whenever he hits an altercation. The more things change, the more they stay the same," Chasity mumbled as she sat back against the sofa and rested her head back against the back of the sofa and folded her arms across her chest, where she planned to remain until her stubborn boyfriend decided to return and finish this conversation.