No Regrets Chapter 3

He smiled, but then looked down in sadness.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just don't feel well," he said.

"You've been on the road a lot. Maybe you just don't feel well because you're getting over being homesick."

"And missing my two babies," he smiled. "I should get a drink."

"Don't worry about it," I said, getting up and going into the kitchen, grabbing a beer, and giving it back.

"Thanks hun," he smiled as I kissed him ever-so gently and hugging him.

"I missed you so goddamn much," I said as I hugged him.

"I missed you a lot too," he said.
"We're gonna have fun tonight."

"Oh yes, we are." I heard a knock at the door, and slowly got up.

"Probably Jon," Richie said.

"Hey!" Krystal said, smiling with Jon beside her. He was holding a quiet Kitaen while she twirled his hair. Jon had his hair cut short, and then let it grow back a little bit, and now it had a wave to it.

"Hey guys! C'mon in!" I smiled. They stepped inside.

"Where's Rich?" Jon asked.

"In the other room. He's probably asleep. He was tired when he got home."

"Oh," Jon said.

Kitaen kicked her feet against his side, so he'd let her down.

"You little squirt!" he laughed, tickling her. "You're a year and a half! You're not 25!"

She smiled widely as he put her down, and she crawled into Ireland's small toy room.

"That'll keep her busy," Jon laughed.
We sat up by the bar, and each had wine.

"How's the Bon Jovi family?" I asked.

"Good," Krystal said. "I missed my Jon."

"I bet he missed you too," I laughed.

"Hey, remember last time we were on tour," Jon said, taking a sip of his wine, "and right before we all left, you told Richie abou little Ireland?"

"Oh, of course!"

I could remember clear as day.


Feb. 1994.


I looked at the small monitor. Postive.

I was pregnant.

I smiled widely in the mirror. Me an Richie had wanted a baby so bad for almost two years. Adoption was almost in the question. But, finally, success.

I lifted the hot pink shirt up and looked at my belly. There wasn't a bump yet, but I felt alive.

Richie was downstairs. The sweet sounds of him playing "One Light Burning" was going through my ears like wild fire.

I slowly went down the stairs, and into his guitar room.

"Each moment I'm alive..." he slowly began and faded away.

"Hey sweetheart," he smiled.

"Hi," I smiled widely. "Richie, I've got good news..."

The phone rang.

"Hold that thought," he said, rushing to answer it.

I sighed. Great.

"Now, what's the news?" he asked.

"Well," I said, sitting on the couch beside him, "I tested positive."

"Positive for what?" he asked.

"A pregnancy test," I smiled. "I'm pregnant, Richie."

A smile broke across his face as he hugged me. "Kmae, that's great sweetheart!"

I held onto him, before I felt his hands wrap around my stomach.

"It doesn't feel like there's a baby in there..."

"You dork," I laughed.