chapter 50

 

Sunday saw them at Pennington Prep, after a promised trip to Walmart, they took the boys to an early dinner.

 

“So how’s it going with the redo,” Jake asked Colleen.

 

“It just got started last night, but I have something to ask you and Ro.” Colleen put her fork by her plate.  “You know I won’t make any changes to anything you four don’t want changed, but the kitchen upstairs, is it really needed?”

 

Jon’s ears perked up on this, when he showed her that room, she hadn’t said anything about it.  Now he waited on his two youngest to answer.

“We never used it, it was more mom and dad,” Romeo told her.  Jake agreed with Romeo.

 

“Jonny, what do you use it for?” Colleen turned her attention on Jon.

 

“Coffee, maybe a midnight snack,” he had thought about why they had put it there, but for a quick coffee, or a bottle of wine on a romantic night. “What are you thinking Colleen?”

 

“Well, I was thinking more like a butler’s pantry, Wine cooler coffee machine, microwave, and a bar fridge.  Jamie did this at his place, so he would know where to get the good stuff at restaurant rates.” Colleen told them.

 

“Sounds like a great idea, they have something like that in the dorms”, Jake told them.

 

“Yeah, I put my soda’s stuff in that fridge holder Miss O, picked up off Amazon for Jake and me,” Romeo told his dad.

 

“I had something in my dorm at NYU, made those cram sessions a whole lot easier than having bugs in our rooms,” Colleen smiled.

 

“What would you do with the rest of that room, it’s huge,” Jon asked her.

 

“Maybe an office for me, like my own desk, like I had set up on the corner of my living room,” Colleen told them. Pulling out her notepad from her bag and a pen she showed them what she had doodled last night after Jon had gone to sleep and it was too quiet for her to sleep.

 

Jon leaned over and looked at the drawing, damn she had measurements.

 

“I dabbled in interior design for a Crip class, but deff not an easy A class.” Colleen laughed.  “I got a B.”

 

“You got a B?” Jake asked.

 

“Yes, the professor didn’t like I tried to put a ballroom in my houses, which was my other Crip class that I did get an A in,” Colleen told the boys with a smile.

 

“You took ballroom dancing?” Romeo asked her.

 

“Sure did, from the sixth grade to college, my mom’s idea when dad was in politics,” she put her notepad in her purse.

 

Jon paid the bill, they went back to the dorms and put their stuff up, and then Jon and Colleen left to go back by the Jersey house.  He showed her the outbuildings, the pub that excited her when she saw the pool table.

 

“Don’t tell me another Crip class?” Jon laughed.

 

“Nope we own a bar Jon, of course, I know how to shoot pool,” she laughed as she spun the cue ball into the pocket.

 

Jon picked her up and sat her on the table.  “Little strip pool?” Jon asked as he stepped between her open legs.

 

Colleen put her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. “yep.” Was all she said before they devoured each other’s lips.

 

Jon was ready to christen the pool table right there and then, but his brain doused his hard-on when he remember, Monday not Sunday, breaking the kiss he took a deep breath and added the pool table is where they would christen their new life when they moved here in Jersey.

 

Taking her off the pool table, he took her hand to walk over to show her his pride and glory, his studio.

 

He flipped on the light to the stairs and led her up.  Reaching for the light in the studio he stood back and let her in.

 

“Oh wow, it’s bigger than I thought. Are those all you babies?” she pointed to the rack of guitars. 

 

“Some of them, the rack over there are Phil X’s when he’s in town.  We can work out here than rent time in the city, that would make Shanks pissed, but he’s on my payroll,” Jon told her as he walked her into the control room.

 

Colleen walked around the room with her hands behind her back, like she was afraid to touch any of the switches and buttons.

 

“Can I come out and watch y’all record sometime?”  She sat in Obie’s chair and looked up at Jon.

 

“Sure, but it’s loud and crude at times,” Jon put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down for a kiss.

 

“Sort of like the bar on a Pat’s/Giants game night on ESPN?”  Colleen asked him.

 

“Worse.” Jon laughed and pulled her out of the chair, “we're gonna need a long shower when we get home.” Jon told her.

 

“Oh hell yes.”  She said as he took her hand and pulled her out of the studio and down the stairs and across the yard to the SUV. Holding her door and made sure she was buckled in, he ran around the front of the SUV and climbed in. He prayed no traffic on the Garden State as he drove fast to the townhouse. Getting his wish he pulled up to the building and tossed the keys to Hal, and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the elevator.  Not caring how many pictures ended up online or TMZ.

 

Much later they were cuddled in the middle of the bed, his cell phone was blowing up.

 

Jake: Dad, for an old man you still have the moves, just don’t hurt your knee again.

 

Stephanie: Daddy OMG quit trying to do a Kardashian and blow up the internet!

 

 Joker: When do the rest of us get to meet the future Mrs. JBJ?

 

Little T: Mucho Hombre Kidd.

 

PX: JBJ why is the band FAM the last to know?

 

That one made them both laugh at the text he got.  So far the Hampton family hadn’t chimed in yet. ‘Oh shit, I haven’t asked her dad yet!’ Just then Colleen’s phone started to ding. 

 

“Oh God I didn’t think they would be online or watching television on Sunday,” Colleen groaned.  Instead of texting, she called Jamie. Sitting up and leaning on the headboard she waited on him to answer.

 

“Mom called me and yelled at me, like I knew you two were that serious, it’s all over with the pictures from last night and them Mr. Caveman Bon Jovi today rumor has it you two are secretly married and baby number five is on the way.” Jamie told her.

 

Colleen took a deep breath, but Jon grabbed her phone.

 

“Never believe what the media says, we aren’t married yet, and there is no baby,” Jon told him.

 

“Yet?” Jamie asked. 

 

Jon looked at Colleen and smiled, “Yet.”

 

That was when Jon phone rang, Jon looked down and then back to Colleen.  “Mom.”

 

Colleen looked down at the caller ID. “Mine or yours?”

 

“Mine,” Jon rolled his eyes.  “Fuck.”