Author's Note: Alright guys, I think I've finally decided this story will have two chapters left. One "official" chapter and an epilogue. There may, or may not, be a sequel with these characters in the future, but I won't commit to that right now because I have to get working on a sequel for Unknown Secrets From His Past. People have been waiting well over a year for the sequel to that, and there's still some editing I have to do to the original before I post the sequel. I got so wrapped up in this story that, that story got put on the back burner. Although, I have to admit, of all the stories I have written, this one is my favorite. I started it way back in September of 2013(nearly a year in a half ago. Holy crap!) and it quickly became my baby. I know people say that all the time, but I'm serious. I've never been so attached to a story before. This is the first story I've tried to keep updated on a fairly regularly - with the exception of the last month or so, in which I have admittedly slacked, but with my illness and issues at work, I just wasn't in a writing mood - basis. However, the fact I was able to keep it updated so regularly, and able to continue writing without giving up on it without completing it(which I have done numerous times with numerous stories in the past) is all in due part to you guys and your awesome reviews. So I want to say thank you to everyone who has favorited, followed and/or reviewed this story. It was truly appreciated.

Now, onto the next to last chapter before the epilogue!

Chapter Forty Two

Kaleb woke up at seven-thirty the next morning hungry and in desperate need of a diaper change. He quickly let his parents know how unhappy that made him by screaming his head off. Stirring from her sleep, Chasity rubbed the sleep from her eyes and pushed the blankets back, but before she could stand from the bed, Jon tugged on her hand. "Stay here, I'll go get him," he gruffly mumbled. Pushing himself out of their bed, he exited their room and made a beeline for their son's nursery. Walking in, he walked over to the crib and picked up Kaleb. "What's wrong little man? Are you wet? You want a diaper change," he asked. "I bet you're hungry too, huh? Alright, let's get you changed and then we'll head to the kitchen for a bottle," Jon cooed, lying his son down on the changing table to quickly change his diaper.

Jon tipped the bottle upside down and let some of the warm liquid drip onto his wrist, making sure it wasn't too hot and wouldn't burn the roof of Kaleb's mouth, or his tongue. Being sure it was just the right temperature, he placed the nipple in Kaleb's mouth and watched him latch on and start sucking down the food as Jon headed back toward the bedroom he shared with Chasity. "You wanna go see mommy, buddy? She probably thinks we got lost," Jon joked with a chuckl as he walked back down the hallway.

Chasity sat in bed watching the baby video monitor that was set up on her nightstand watching Jon tend to their son's needs. She loved having the video kind of monitor. On nights when Jon was out on the road it allowed her to sit in bed while she watched Kaleb sleep without ever actually disturbing him because she was sitting in his room; when he was home and he would tend to Kaleb, it gave Chasity the opportunity to watch the father/son bonding time. It was one of her favorite things to watch. To see the man she loved interact with and care for the child they created together was special, and she loved that she got to watch nearly every second of it.

When Jon had disappeared from Kaleb's room and she could no longer see them, Chasity rested back against her pillows and waited. She knew Jon would finish making Kaleb's bottle and bring him back into their room to feed him. It was becoming somewhat of a ritual Jon had been sticking to every time he was home from the road.

As she suspected he would, Jon walked back into their room just as he pulled the bottle from Kaleb's mouth and lifted him up to his shoulder to pat his back; half the bottle empty. Jon sat on his side of the bed and continued to alternate between gently patting and rubbing Kaleb's back waiting for him to burp when Chasity sat up straight. "Why did you run out last night," she asked. If they were going to have this conversation, now was as good a time as any. They could get it over with and go on about their day after the put it behind them.

Before Jon could respond Kaleb let out a loud belch causing both of his parents to laugh. "He's most definitely your son. I do not burp like that," Chasity was quick to point out. Jon shook his head.

"It gets harder and harder to deny him every day," Jon joked. Chasity shook her head.

"Alright, back to my question. I'm not letting it go. I want to put this behind us as quickly as possible," Chasity said, quickly diverting the conversation back to the current problem at hand. Jon put the bottle back into Kaleb's mouth and let him continue eating his breakfast while he and Chasity talked.

"You know how I get with personal conflict; I avoid the shit like the plague," Jon pointed out. "I just hate dealing with the drama that comes with it, so I figured if I avoid it, I subsequently avoid the drama," Jon admitted. Chasity shook her head.

"But that doesn't solve anything, Jon. Maybe it did when you were a child, but you're not a little boy anymore. I can guarantee you that method will not work as an adult, and I cannot go through life avoiding arguments because I'm afraid you're going to run out every time we disagree on something. That's not a healthy relationship; it's not a healthy family," Chasity illustrated her last point by motioning her finger between the three of them. "That's not how I want to raise Kaleb." Jon sighed and shook his head.

"I don't want him raised that way, either. I don't want him thinking it is okay to avoid conflict," Jon acquiesced. Kaleb finished his bottle and used his tongue to push the nipple out of his mouth, letting Jon know he was all done. Getting the message, Jon pulled the bottle away and once against lifted Kaleb to his shoulder to burp.

"Then it's up to you to stop running out every time we have a disagreement. We can't work it out and move past it if you're going to run away from whatever we disagree on every time." Jon nodded.

"I know. Which brings me to another slight conflict. Well, it's not really a conflict, per-se because I took care of it and there's nothing more to it, but it happened and you deserve to know about it," Jon confessed. Chasity furrowed her brow.

"What are you talking about," she questioned.

"Last night when I left, I initially went running in the desert, but I let my thoughts get the best of me, and I wound up at a bar having a few drinks. When I was drinking my fourth beer a blonde approached me…," Chasity held her hand up, cutting him off as she began to fear the worst the longer Jon talked.

"You know what, don't go any further. I don't wanna hear anymore," she said, getting out of bed and walking toward the closet she pulled out two suitcases before heading toward the dresser her clothes were housed in.

"No, it's not like that," Jon attempted to explain before he realized what she was doing. "Chas, what the hell are you doing? Put the suitcases back in the closet," he demanded as he climbed out of the bed himself and laid Kaleb in the middle of the bed, placing pillows on either side of him just in case. While he was securing Kaleb in the middle of the bed, Chasity had begun chucking her clothes into one of the open suitcases that was lying on the floor.

"No, I'm not staying here with you when I know where this story is going. I don't even wanna hear about it," she said, her voice cracking as she barely held back the tears. She had her back to Jon as he quickly approached and wrapped his arms around her midsection, overtop of her arms, securing them to her sides, therefore not allowing her to continue filling the suitcase. "Let me go, Jon."

"No, not until you hear me out. It's not what you think, you're jumping to conclusions without hearing me out. Didn't we literally just get done talking about not running away from personal conflict? And here you are, trying to run."

Chasity felt defeated. She knew he was too strong, so there was no way she could get out of the tight grip he'd placed around her, and he was also right. They had just talked about not running from personal conflict, but he had clearly cheated, and he felt guilty and that's why he had even attempted to tell her about this incident. That was the one exception to the 'no running' rule. At least, in Chasity's eyes. "This doesn't fall under that rule, Jon. You cheated! I'm not staying with a cheater," Chasity shouted, the tears finally breaking the dam and pouring down her face. Jon spun her around to face him, placing his hand firmly on her upper arms so she couldn't get away from him to continue trying to pack the suitcase.

"No, I didn't," Jon exclaimed. "Now, if you would just listen to me and hear the whole story, you would know exactly what happened, but I can assure you I did not cheat," Jon shouted, putting emphasis on the 'did not' part of his sentence. "I love you and Kaleb entirely too much to cheat on you and destroy the family we just started building together," Jon said, before they both fell silent. "Now are you going to let me finish what I was saying without trying to run? If you still wanna leave when I'm done I won't stop you, but I'm fairly sure you'll change your mind if you just give me a chance to finish what I was saying."

Chasity remained silent for a while longer, whipping the tears from her face as she weighed her options mentally. She knew he wasn't going to let her leave until he got to explain his side of the story, so she really didn't think she had much of a choice. "Fine, go ahead finish what you were saying," she finally relented, just barely above a whisper.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, as I was drinking my fourth beer, a blonde approached me and I ignored her. But she was persistent. Just wouldn't take a hint. I think she just wanted to get a reaction out of me, even if it was a negative reaction," Jon admitted. "She asked if I was Dean Ambrose, and placed her hand on my wrist. I continued to ignore her and wrenched my hand away from hers, and I think that aggravated her because next thing I know she's standing behind me pretending to whisper sweet things in my ear, when in reality she was only fixing to piss me off," Jon divulged, turning around he looked back at Kaleb, who was lying in the middle of their bed happily kicking his feet, blissfully unaware his parents were in the middle of a fairly heated discussion. "She degraded Kaleb by calling him your bastard son. At that point, I wasn't staying quiet anymore," Jon said. "I told her straight up I wasn't interested and told her if I ever heard her or anyone else ever call my son a bastard again I wouldn't be able to be held responsible for what I do," Jon revealed to her. "Nobody is going to degrade my family and get away with it," Jon finished, his anger spiking a little again at the memory of the bitch from the bar.

Chasity felt like a bit of an idiot now. He really had been telling the truth, and she really had jumped to conclusions without letting him explain. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. It's just, the way your started the story, I thought the worst," Chasity said, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "Do you forgive me," she asked, a pout on her face trying to soften him up.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Jon couldn't help but laugh. The pout on her face was too goofy not to laugh at. "Yeah, I forgive you, as long as you forgive me for running out last night." Chasity nodded.

"I think that's fair, as long as you agree from here out whenever we disagree on something we talk and work it out. The only way we walk away is if it's getting too heated and we need a breather, and even then we come back afterward and finish working it out." Jon smiled and nodded.

"Deal," he said, extending his hand out to shake on it. Chasity put her hand in his and laugh.

"Good. Now that, that is finally settled, let's go spend the rest of the day with our son," she said, tugging Jon back toward the bed by the hand she still hand clenched within her own.

Author's Note: And that does it for chapter Forty-two. One chapter and the epilogue left to go. I have to admit, this is bitter sweet. :-/