Chapter One

Jon entered the kitchen and stopped to watch his wife preparing their little second breakfast. Just the two of them no one else. He really enjoyed this time of the day. It’s their only chance to be alone, well….except during the nights. But then they don’t talk…He smiled, remembering the last night. Definitly no talk! Just thinking of it, made him want to grab her and take her right here on the kitchen table.

God, she is gorgeous! The way she is moving in this tight pair of jeans and that black top. Her breast bouncing slightly with every step she took, her long soft hair falling free over her shoulders, just the thought of her letting it run over his body made his jeans uncomfortably tight. But it was to risky, they weren’t alone in the house and he didn’t want to get caught… again. But she’s so damn sexy….he shook his head…Dammit, Jon get yourself together.

He had just dropped the kids at school, still surprised that they really couldn’t wait to go there everyday. Well, it’s only week six of the school year and it seems they are not bored yet. Even if he hated to admit it, maybe it had something to do with the boy Steph had a crush. Jon shook his head. Nobody told him that it would start that early. She’s just 6 years old. Well, and Jesse…he really enjoyed school. Something he definitly didn’t have from his father. Hopefully it won’t change much in the future, but he wouldn’t count on it.

“You’re already back.” Dorothea had turned around, her hair flying softly in the air and saw him standing in the door frame.

“Yeah, wasn’t much traffic…. I even had time to stop and get you something.” Jon smiled and handed Dot the little bag.

“Oh, you went to that bakery….croissants, oh I love them…thanks, Jon.” She put her arms around his neck and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Jon groaned and let his fingers run through her hair. God, it felt so soft.

“Last night was awesome, baby” Jon whispered in her ear. “I can’t remember the last time we did it that way….I’m not even sure, we ever did!” Jon admitted laughing.

“I don’t think we ever did, Johnny.” was Dots dry answer, which made Jon pull her closer and gave her a long kiss. He just loved it when she called him Johnny. It made his body react instinctly to her. Jon groaned again when Dot pressed her hips against his hard body.

She’s still amazed that they reacted like that after so many years. He still made her weak in her knees and sent shivers through her body when he followed every single of her moves with his deep blue eyes. That’s how she realized that he was back, she felt his eyes travelling over her body.

After ten and a half years of marriage and knowing him for more than 21 years, she still had those butterflies in her belly and felt like that day back in highschool when she walked into the history classroom and saw him hidding in the last row behind his big sunglasses. His hair tousled like out of bed. Later she figured out he more or less was. God, she loves him so much. But they needed to control themselves now, they weren’t alone.

“When will the guys be here?” Dot asked after they finally sat down at the table.

“Noon. I hope we can work through all the songs we have so far again….well, that means only if I get this old man upstairs awake in time.” Both laughed. Richie was still sleeping in one of the guestrooms. For him it was still in the middle of the night even if it was nearly 10 am. It seemed that he would never get out of the Rockstar mode.

“Well, the coffee is ready, maybe that’ll help you to get him awake.” Dot said still chuckling.

“What about tonight? Do you want to eat with us or will you work in the studio till dawn?” Jon smirked. “That depends on… what did you plan for dinner.”

Dot pouted playfully. “Oh, that means you’re only coming home when we have something for dinner you like?” She eyed Jon, trying to hold her laugh under control.

“Oh, you know I would come home every single night and not just because of your dinner.” Jon waggled his eyebrowns, pulled his wife on his lap and started kissing her neck. Dot giggled “Yeah, you would always come home for that!”

When Jon tilted his head to kiss her gorgeous lips, the doorbell rang. “Do you expect someone already?” Dot asked surprised.

“No, and if David, Tico and Hugh are already here, they can try to get that sleephead awake.” Jon replied while walking to the door. And he would tell them to fuck off, cause he really wanted his wife right now!

“Good morning. My name is Amanda Johnson, I’m from the Department of Children and Families Services. Are you Mr. John Francis Bongiovi?” An older, really resolute woman asked.

“Uhm, yes I am. Please come inside. What can I do for you Mrs. Johnson.” Jon looked surprised and a bit confused at Dot, who had joined him at the door when she heard the woman’s voice. You never know what could happened. The last time Jon got attacked by a female fan, who tackled him like a football pro and kissed the hell out of him when he was laying on the floor totally stunned.

“It’s Miss Johnson. And I want to talk with you about Susan Wagner. Do you know her?” she said while entering the kitchen together with Jon and Dot.

“No, I don’t think so. Take a seat.” Jon answered still confused.

“Are you sure?” She eyed him demanding. Help, I feel like back in the principal’s office.

“Why should my husband know this woman?” Dot asked, feeling Jon’s uneasiness. Jon smiled at her.

“I can’t tell you that right now, first of all I need to know whether your husband knows Miss Wagner!” Miss Johnson replied. “It’s maybe been a while ago, since you last meet….late 1982.”

“Late 1982??!” Jon looked even more surprised now “Well, that’s a while ago…I don’t know….maybe….I don’t remember the names of all the girls down from the beach and bars from that time. Do you have a picture?”

“No, unfortunately not. Are you sure you don’t remember her…she was from Germany.” Miss Johnson added

“Germany?....Late ’82….Wait …Susan, you said.” Jon suddenly asked. Miss Johnson nodded. Dot watched him. “Susi…” Jon whispered. “I don’t know her last name, she said her name was Susi and yes, she was from Germany. Must have been November or December 1982…I remember we went to NY and she did some christmas shopping before she had to go back to Germany.” Jon answered excited about the fact that he could remember. “But I haven’t seen her since she left.” He looked at Dot, who gave a small nod.

“Well, you and her have been friends or more?” Miss Johnson asked innocently.

“Uhm…” Jon glanced shortly at Dot “….we…Uhm…” shit, was he really stumbling now? He couldn’t believe it.”…we had sex, if that’s what you want to know, Miss Johnson.” Jon answered finally calmly. He watched Dot, he could she her eyes narrow, the wheels in her head spinning…baby, please…calm down, his eyes pleaded.

Miss Johnson nodded. “Yes, that’s what I wanted to know….” She stopped briefly “I’m sorry that I have to tell you that Miss Wagner died several weeks ago.”

“What?” Jon was shocked. Dot sat down next to him, putting her hand in his, squeezing it slightly.

“Well…” Miss Johnson continuied without even looking at Jon, but reading in her file “… and she left a daughter. The girl is now 16 years old. Her name is….”she browsed through her file again “…her name is Kristin Francis Wagner.”

Jons eyes wided, his second name.

“In her certificate of birth you are mentioned as her father….and Miss Wagner left a letter for her daughter, which she actually wrote back in August 1983, in which she told her daughter that her father is John Francis Bongiovi from a town called Sayerville, NJ in the USA.”