Part Eleven

The next morning Kris and Rich were having a late breakfast in the kitchen while their twins were playing suspiciously peaceful in the living room. Just when Kris got up to get more coffee for them, their front door opened with a loud thud.

“Where is he? Where is that stupid bastard?” Jon yelled and came running into the kitchen. Dot followed right behind him and looked at the couple worried. Rich frowned.

“Hey man, what’s wrong?” he asked and got to his feet.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jon’s temper was in full swing.

“Dad, pipe down or you going to make Andrew cry!” Kris gave him a stern look and softly moved the little portable baby bed, in which her youngest son was resting comfortable and frowning lightly about the loud voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry….Hi, there little man. It’s grandpa…hi, there…” he greeted the little boy and grinned happily when the baby gurgled and reached for him with his tiny hands.

“Jon…” Rich really wanted to know why his best friend was so upset. Jon turned his head and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“You! You promised you would never hurt her! You promised you would treat my baby right!” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“I do!” Richie said irritated.

“You do! YOU DO?!?!”

“Dad!” Kris picked up her now crying son.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Jon whispered. He took a deep breath.

“Tell me what this is, Rich? Tell me…AND your wife what you did last night!” He pressed one of those tabloid magazines in Richie’s hands and looked at him angrily.

“What’s that?” Kris wanted to know when Rich looked at some pictures. He grinned lightly.

“Some pics from last night.” He said. Kris paled lightly.

“What kinda pictures?” She put her son back into his little bed and grabbed the magazine. It contained pictures of her husband dancing. His arms were wrapped around a gorgeous blonde woman on the dance floor. All you could see of her was her back. Kris chuckled.

“I don’t think that’s funny, sweetie. It says that he…” he pointed his right index finger accusingly at Rich. “…and that woman vanished into one of those suites they have there.”

Kris grinned even more and snuggled close to her husband. He turned his head and looked at her deep blue eyes that were sparkling with lust. Slowly he leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

Jon was just staring at them. He thought his daughter would rip Richie apart when she would see those pictures. He couldn’t believe it.

Dot watched the whole scenario grinning. Sure, she was mad at Rich when she saw those pictures, but they both were so relaxed when they rushed into their kitchen, there was no tension at all in the room. Now she was pretty sure the gorgeous blonde from last night was her daughter.

“You aren’t mad at him?” Jon asked totally flabbergasted.

“No, I’m not…he was very good last night. Very, very good.” Kris said laughing lightly while resting her hand on Rich’s chest. He smiled.

“That…that…that’s you in the picture?” Jon looked shocked and sank down into a chair. Kris nodded.

“But you just had a baby! That can’t be you.”

“Excuse me? Andrew is nearly five months old, Dad.” She looked at him little offended.

“And we shouldn’t forget she has your genes. As soon as the baby was out, her body returned to his sexy-mode.” Dot said laughing. Kris laughed out loud.

“Well, it wasn’t that easy, but thanks.”

“Why don’t you go outside and play with John and Lauren, baby?” Dot soothingly patted Jon’s shoulder. He was still sitting at the kitchen table staring at his daughter. It was a little hard for him to accept.

“Sure, honey.” He got up and walked into the living room still a little shocked. Kris nodded at Rich and he followed Jon grinning.

“So,…how is this new club?” Jon asked when they were finally outside and playing some football with the twins. Rich chuckled lightly. It seemed his father-in-law and best friend processed the events of the morning.

“Quite nice actually. You should give it a try.” He suggested. Jon smirked.

“Maybe we will.”

~ The End ~