Author's Note: Sorry this update has been so delayed. I can't even blame writers block on this one because I knew what I wanted to write, I was just being super lazy and didn't feel like booting up the laptop to open word and type it. Not to mention, I've been stressed out over work and other personal issues. But hopefully the updating will go back to regular. However, I make no promises. I can only promise to update eventually.

Anyway, enjoy chapter forty one!(Wow, chapter forty one... I can't believe this has gone this far! I never imagined I'd break forty chapters with any story, let alone this one. Anyway, enough of me. Onto the chapter.)

Chapter Forty One

When Jon left the apartment, he had every intention of driving to the desert and going for a quick run through the desolate area just to clear his head before heading back to his apartment. However, as he ran his regular route a bunch of different thoughts about his relationship with Chasity filtered through his mind. Maybe she was harping on what he would have done if Kaleb wasn't his because she actually didn't want him to be Kaleb's father? Maybe she would have preferred if Kaleb had actually been a product of one of the sleaze balls that took advantage of her the night Kaleb was conceived?

It made sense. Well, at least in Jon's mind it did. Why else would this be such a big deal to her that she couldn't just let it go? The more he thought about that, the more pissed off he got, and running was no longer what he felt like doing. Going back to his car, he got in, fired up the engine and drove to the nearest bar. If running wasn't going to help him, then what he needed was a few drinks.

Grabbing the duffel bag he kept in his trunk just in case he ran into some type of emergency, he walked into the establishment and went straight to the men's room where he quickly changed into the t-shirt and jeans he had stored in the duffel bag. After returning it to his car he reentered the drinkery and headed straight for the bar. "Give me a beer. I don't care what kind just keep them coming," Jon told the bartender as he sat down on the bar stool.

As he sat drinking his fourth beer a blonde came over and sat down on the stool to his left. "Hey handsome, what are you up to tonight," she asked him, a seductive undertone clear in her voice. Jon ignored her as he took another swig from his beer bottle. "You're Dean Ambrose, right," she questioned, as she gently wrapped her small hand around his much larger wrist.

Jon stayed quiet as he looked down at the hand that was wrapped halfway around his wrist; on account of the fact his wrist was too large for her to wrap her small hand all the way around it. After eying the situation for a moment, Jon yanked his arm out of her grasp. If there was one thing Jon absolutely hated it was being touched; especially by strangers.

The blonde was starting to dislike the fact he was ignoring her, as was evident by the change of her facial features from a smile to a scowl after he wrenched his hand away. Putting a smile back on her face as she stood up, she decided she was going to get him to talk to her if it was the last thing she did. Walking behind him she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down so her mouth was next to his ear. "Shouldn't you be at home with your girlfriend and her bastard son," she questioned, low enough only he could hear; and to any ordinary by passer, it looked like she was whispering something seductive or sweet.

Jon had been hoping that by ignoring her first question and wrenching her hand off his wrist when she touched him she would finally take the hint that he wasn't interested, but tonight clearly wasn't his night. Now she was touching him again and her second question had truly pissed him off. Keeping quiet was now impossible.

Shrugging his shoulders away from her hands he stood up and looked her dead in the eye. "Look bitch, I've ignored you from the moment you sat down until now, and I wrenched your filthy hand off of my wrist for a reason. I'm clearly not interested," Jon finally told her. "And if I ever run into you again and hear you, or anyone else for that matter, call my son a bastard, I won't be able to be held responsible for my actions," Jon spat as he shoved the bar stool he had been sitting on away from him and turned to leave the establishment.

"I didn't mean to piss you off, I was just trying to make conversation," the blonde called after him. Jon chuckled darkly.

"By insulting my girlfriend and son you were trying to make conversation? How stupid can you possibly be," he questioned. He didn't even bother giving her a chance to answer because he didn't care what her answer was, he just wanted to get away from her. "I'm out of here," Jon said, leaving the bar.

It had been about two hours since Jon had left the apartment. An hour of it was spent running; the other hour was spent drinking. Not the best combination, and considering he still didn't have the answers he had been searching for, it was a failed attempt. But at least he could say he tried to find a solution to this problem.

He still wasn't in the mood to have the conversation Chasity wanted to have, but he had no choice. If there was one thing that dumb blonde proved to him it was the love he clearly had for Chasity. So if she wanted to have this conversation then they had to get it over with. And the quicker, the better.

Jon walked into the apartment to see Chasity fast asleep on the sofa. She wasn't in a very comfortable position, sitting up, head leaned back with her arms folded across her chest. He knew he couldn't leave her that way or she'd wake up with a stiff neck. Sighing, he took his hat off and threw it down on the table just inside the door. Walking over, he leaned down and gently lifted Chasity into his arms bridal style. She groaned and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, but stayed asleep. Jon heaved a silent sigh of relief as he walked into their bedroom. Placing her down on her side of their bed, he managed to shimmy the covers down without waking her and pulled them back up over top of her before kissing her forehead.

For tonight, Jon was going to escape the conversation, but he knew Chasity would be right back at him about it tomorrow. Grabbing his pillow and a throw blanket he headed for the couch because he figured if she was pissed off, it wouldn't be a good idea to sleep in the same bed.

Dropping the items on the couch he walked back down the hallway and into Kaleb's room. Sitting down in the rocking chair, he watched his son sleep as he thought about what the women at the bar had called him. If there was one thing Jon would never allow Kaleb to be call it was a bastard.

After about a half hour of just watching him sleep Jon finally decided he needed to get some sleep himself. Standing up, he walked over to the crib, leaned over the side and gently placed a kiss on Kaleb's forehead before leaving the room and pulling the door over behind him.

Situation the pillows and blankets, Jon laid down on the sofa and attempted to get comfortable. It was proving to be a difficult task, though. He tossed and turned, but it was no use because he was a little too long for the sofa, so his feet were hanging off the end. No amount of tossing or turning was going to fix that.

Giving up after an hour of tossing and turning unsuccessfully, he walked out onto the back balcony and sat down in one of the lawn chairs as he looked out over the Las Vegas scenery. In the dead silence of the night, he thought about everything that had happened that night from the argument with Chasity to the girl hitting on him in that bar. He still didn't have the answers to all the questions, but the one thing he did know was that it was one screwed up night.

Hearing a noise behind him, Jon whipped his head around to see Chasity opening the sliding glass door. "What are you doing awake," he asked.

"I could ask you the same question," she retorted, folding her arms across her chest to ward off the unusual chill that was in the air.

"I couldn't sleep, the sofa is too small for me, so I came out here to think and enjoy the scenery." Chasity gave him a confused look.

"Why were you trying to sleep on the sofa." she asked. "Our bed is perfectly capable of holding both of us."

"Yeah, well we weren't exactly on good terms when I left earlier, and when I came back you were already asleep; in an awkward position, might I add, so I moved you to the bed and decided it'd be best if I slept on the sofa,' Jon admitted. "Only that turned out to be a poorly thought out plan, given the fact I'm taller than the sofa is long."

"Well, now that you know I want you in the bed, can we please go inside and go to bed," she asked. Jon shrugged.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Don't think this gets you off the hook though. I don't even care about the argument anymore, we have bigger fish to fry. Such as you running out every time we have an altercation," Chasity says, eying her boyfriend. "That has to stop, so we have to discuss it. Without you running out," she said, emphasizing the end of her statement. Jon just nodded as they walked back into the condo and headed for their bedroom. He knew they needed to talk. He also had to tell her about the girl at the bar because – as the saying says – honesty is the best policy, and it happened in a public place, so anybody could have seen it, and he wasn't willing to risk anyone bringing that information back to her some time later. Especially not with the way the stupid whore had been hanging all over and whispering in his ear like she was trying to seduce him. Nope, he wasn't risking ruining his relationship for something that was one hundred percent avoidable.

But for now, they were both going to get some much needed sleep.