Summertime7

Dot sat fuming on the couch, why was he more interested in Richie's love life than their own.

"Dot...there you are!" he walked over to the couch and sat down beside her. "What in the hell was that outside?"

"Why do you care more about Richie's love life more than ours?"

"What are you talking about Dot?"

"Never mind Jon I'll go get some drinks for our guests."

"No you won't." he said sternly as he grabbed her arm making her fall back on the couch. "We are going to stay right here until you talk to me."

"Jon we have guests, you invited them, we are going to go be the hosts. After they leave we'll have this out trust me." Dot warned him not liking his bossy nature, she was not an employee he will not give her an order.

"Alright....but you are right, we will talk about this"

A few hours later after the last guest had left and the last child was finally in bed. Jon had turned to Dot to give her a hug and a kiss but she turned on her heal and went upstairs. She was not in the mood to forgive him for some of the stuff he said earlier. She needed a little time.

"What a fun night this is going to be....." Jon mumbled as he went around the house checking to make sure the doors were locked. He knew that Dot was mad over the way he had treated Heather earlier and it didn't help matters that he tried to set up one of her friends with Richie. He stayed downstairs for about an hour to watch some tv to give Dot a chance to cool down.

He went up stairs to check on the kids then went to his bedroom ready to get a mouthful from Dot.

Dot looked up from the floor where she was stretching trying to relieve tension. "Kids ok?"

"Yeah they are all sound asleep." Jon didn't say anything else because he had seen her doing that same stretching before and the last time they had their biggest fight to date.

"Good. They had a long day." Dot says standing up wanting to throttle him and yet looking at him with desire all at the same time. Damn what's wrong with her, she's supposed to be able to be mad at him if she wants. "I'm not happy Jon but I'm sure you know that."

"I kind of figured you wouldn't be but I don't see what the big deal is?"

"When we antagonize Heather what do you think that does to Richie and Ava's relationship?" Dot says sitting on the couch in their room.

Jon replied sarcastically "Ava probably doesn't even care Dot and Richie knows my feeling toward Heather."

"But it makes it more difficult for Richie to see Ava. If you keep treating her that way she won't drop Ava off here strictly cos she doesn't want to see you and who's that gonna hurt?" Dot says getting pissed that he can't see past his own feelings.

"Look if Heather wants to be that way she can just go fuck herself because I will not let anyone around my house that hurts the people I care about. And besides that she could always drop Ava off at Richie's moms."

"But she wont and then who gets hurt is Richie and Ava - why are you so blind to this Jon. You're actions are hurting your brother and his 10yr old daughter."

"I'm not blind to anything." Jon replied as he took off his shirt and tossed it in the corner.

"Pick up your fucking shirt the clothes bin is in the closet." She said as she stormed into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"Pick up your shirt...." Jon mumbled as he got into bed. "She's not the boss off me." he said low enough that he thought she couldn't hear him then got into bed.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw his shirt still in the corner. That was the last straw. "JOHN FRANCIS BONGIOVI get your ass out of that bed and pick up your fucking clothes. I am NOT your maid or your mother I don't pick up after you." She punctuated this by putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"You pick it up, you are closer than I am." he replied childishly.

She immediately bent down to stretch her legs in a way that he knew she was about to really lose her cool. Jon knew that she was almost at the edge of losing so he decide to see how far he could push her. "You know your aren't punishing me one bit with the view you're giving me right?"

She turned around and spat "FUCK OFF!" without even thinking about it. If her eyes could shoot daggers at him she would. "Get out of my room - go sleep on the couch."

"WHAT? You must be out of your mind if you think I'm sleeping downstairs on that hard ass couch!"

"Or pick another room in your fucking mansion but get the hell out I don't want you anywhere near me tonight."

Jon pushed the covers off him then went over to stand face to face with his wife. "If you haven't forgotten this is OUR room and secondly you know that our big rule is never go to bed mad!"

"Jon back up." She warned as she could feel her temper rising.

"Why? What will you do if I don't?" Jon argued.

She closed her eyes really trying hard not to smack him right now. "Jon I'm losing my temper back up please I don't want to hurt you."

He just laughed at his wife, he had never seen her this mad. "Like you could hurt me!"

Dot opened her eyes and saw Jon's face turn pale. Her normally brown eyes were almost green. "Do you really want to fucking test that theory?"

He put up his hands in the air for surrender because the last thing he needed was her foot up his ass. "Baby what in the hell has gotten into you?"

"You and your arrogance. Thinking when you come home the whole world has to work on your ideas, thinking that you can do whatever you want and introduce my friends to your guitarist and piss off people by being you without caring about the consequences. Jon the people of NJ exist and survive when you are in WI, Japan or South Africa why do you think that you being home should change the way things operate. You have to fit into our lives when you're here not the other way around. If I went on the road with you I wouldn't expect you change the tour to accommodate me."

"Okay first of all I'm not arrogant.....that's just called giving an opinion. And second of all I think Hannah would be good for Rich."

"But what about what's good for Hannah do you think a guy with a kid with a bitch of an ex wife, a drinking problem and the minor issue of being a world class rock and roll star might be a bit much for a woman who lost her husband 2 yrs ago to a drunk driver." Dot challenged him.

"Ha! So you agree Heather is a bitch!"

Dot put her hands up and pushed on Jon's chest hard, and he landed on his ass. "Fuck off"

That was the first time in 29 yrs that Dot had ever laid hand on him and he actually found it a bit of a turn on. "Oh so you like it rough now?" he joked.

"I swear to God Jon I'm going to kick your ass if you don't get out of my face. You aren't listening and you're only getting farther into that hole and pretty soon you won't have a prayer of getting out."

"Oh come on I was just kidding..." Jon pouted.

"No I'm tired of your just kidding and pouty face and expecting me to forgive it. Jon I want you to take what I'm saying seriously and if you don't want to sleep in the living room or any of the other rooms in your fucking mansion then you better figure out a way to fix this."

"Alright..." Jon put on his serious face because his wife was now visible upset. "Lets just go over to the couch and sit down....you talk and I'll listen okay?"

"Seriously?" She asked not believing she got through.


If I ever want to get laid again....yes. "Absolutely Dot.....I'm all yours."

"So you're realizing that its in your best interest for some reason. What do you want out of this Jon?" She knows him to well to realize he doesn't think he's going to get something out of bowing down to a 'serious' talk. He hates them and avoids them at all cost.

He smiled "To sleep in OUR bed with you."

"Sleep or fuck me every again?" She boldly asked.

He shrugged his shoulders "I"ll leave that up to you!"

"No you wont you'll try every cute look and sexy move you know to get your own way. Jon I've known you a lifetime don't lie to me

"Damn you do know me."

"Yes Jon I do. Which is why I know you not picking up your shirt was a challenge to me that you lost because I'm not picking it up and you won't get sex again until you do."

"Dot come on....its just a shirt on the floor."

"And its your shirt and you know where dirty clothes go. Jon I'm not going to continue to have arguments about this shit. You're not on the road you don't have a personal assistant here to take care of you, this isn't a hotel that has maid service. You're home now, PICK IT UP." She says sitting back in the couch to see where this will go.

"Fine.." Jon got up off the couch then picked up the shirt tossing it into the clothes basket. "Are you happy now?"

"Much, thank you." She said. "Do you realize every year when you get off the road we do this fighting thing. Its getting very old by the way."

"Yeah but it always leads to great make up sex." he wiggled his eyebrows then sat back down beside her.

She shook her head with no smile. Is this man's libido always on? "You do think more of me than a sex toy i hope."

"Yeah....I mean when you get down to it, you are my best friend and the mother of my children."

"That's it. That's all I am. No wonder what I say year in year out means nothing to you. I mean nothing to you." Dot almost started to cry. She wanted to look at Jon but her heart was all over the place right now and looking at him would break the strings holding everything together.

"What are you talking about?" Jon place his hand under her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "You know you mean the world to me Dot."

"Not right now I don't Jon. You are gone most of the time, when you come home we have amazing sex but then we fight. Its a pattern that leaves my heart sore. And then when we fight you don't take me seriously which hurts even more."

"Baby I don't like fighting with you but it happens from time to time when you are married, you know that."

"I'm tired of it Jon."

"So what exactly are you saying? Do you want to get a divorce?" he swallowed hard as he asked the question that could forever change his life.