Chapter 113

Happy Birthday Richie :)  ((and no the chapter isn't about his birthday, but I'm posting it now and so. had to throw him a birthday wish))




David leaned back on the couch, his eyes sliding over the few that were already at soundcheck. Richie wasn't usually late, at least now that he was older, yet he'd still to arrive and it was pushing his lunch date with his phone further back. "Yo Jonny, Where IS the jackass anyways?"

"He had an appointment he had to take care of, "Jon answered as he stared down at the setlist.

Geena was sitting near him flipping through a magazine every once in awhile glancing over his shoulder to take a peek at her husband. 

"What kind of appointment could the man have in Canada? I swear, if hes off buying another damned guitar..."

"Oh don't get your underwear in a bunch you'll talk to Carly soon," Geena teased. "You should invite her out again, hell why don't you hire her? We are gonna need her later. " 

He snorted, "I ain't got nobody pregnant, I don't need a nurse, well not like that... and if I tried to hire her for what I need I'd be wearing my keyboards G."

"You had a what grade point average? I swear Dave, I thought my blonde moments were bad, " Geena retorted.

He stood and sauntered her way, his hands ruffling her styled hair, his head nodding in Jon's direction. "He's rich, let HIM pay for the nurse. I won't complain, I can keep her reaaaaaaaaaal busy til shes needed."

"He already pays me; you think he is gonna wanna pay for Carly too?" Geena joked, her smile growing as she glanced over at Jon. "I'm expensive you know."

Jon glanced up and over at David, his brows waggling, "She pays me too, and damn I like that better than money."

"Puh-leeze, like I need to be reminded? Hell the whole building knows when you get paid Jonny boy ," David smirked. 

Geena turned a scarlet red as she buried her face into the magazine and muttered, "Someone sounds a lil jealous."

"Fuck yeah man, beautiful women on tour and I can't even entertain them. What's this world coming too? Crazy I tell ya, crazy!"

Geena stood up walked over to David. "Oh poor thing maybe I should call Carly myself so you can have some alone time." 

His hands went out to her shoulders as he very gently pushed her back into her chair. "That's ok honey, I'll call my Ketsl," His voice went high and dramatic as he heard Richie's voice off to the left, "AS SOON as someone gets his flat ass in here to practise."

Jon glanced up as the chattering Richie walked in behind his wife. She was looking pale and shocky and he was talking a mile a minute. Fuck if that gave any indication as to how the Doctor's visit went. She looked like it wasn't good and he looked like he was ready to fly. "But fuckin' time you showed up Bro."

"Sorry you know how doctor appts go. Hurry up and wait. Get there early and wait, sign in and wait." Richie's attention turned to Bri as he smiled. "Baby c'mere I think you might need to sit down." He guided her to the couch pressing a kiss to her lips before she sank onto the smooth leather cushions.

Geena leaned over to Bri worriedly. She looked pale, almost shell shocked. Oh god what if it was something bad? She leaned closer to her friends ear to whisper, "You ok? "

She sat quickly, her mind still reeling over the last few hours. Hearing her name her head went up, her eyes finding G. "Why is he ALWAYS right? He can't ALWAYS be right dammit, he's a man."

"Cuz like you said he's a man and they are always right, even when they are oh so wrong. " She stole a glance to her husband "It's a bit annoying really but whaddya do? Can't live with or without them." She took a deep breath and asked the question everyone was wanting the answer to. "So are you or aren't you? Should we start a club or not, " Geena joked. 

She leaned back against the couch, her head thudding on the vinyl. "Don't say that in front of your husband, he already has an ego the size of Europe as it is."


"Don't worry I won't cuz I have the same problem , I swear they are made from the same mold "

Jon snorted, then glanced up at Richie grinning. "Ok spill it. Cigars or lilies?"

"Cigars man." Richie grinned and plopped down beside him. " So this is a first, both of us at the same time. " 

He nodded a moment then started to laugh, "Hell we always following each other, at least in part, but this is taking it to a whole new extreme." He stood up and motioned to the guys. "Well let's go rehearse and leave the hormonal Bobsy twins alone."

"I wouldn't say that too loud you know how fast their moods could change " Richie chuckled as he walked towards the door. 

She arched a brow as he started from the room, her hand digging into the little throw pillow beside her as she hefted it and threw it at the back of his head. "We do have ears."

Richie winced. It's not like the pillow hurt but it was surprising. "See? Told you man. You better duck, who knows what G has aiming at you." 

G rolled up the magazine she had been reading and with uncanny aim threw it and made a and direct hit to the back of Jon's head. "And don't you forget why we are hormonal to begin with." 

His hand went up to rub the back of his head as he turned. He held back the grin and forced up the biggest pout he could. "Owww baby that hurt." His lip quivered slightly as he stared at her. "I can't help it."

"Oh no that ain't gonna work. You can't help stickin that foot of yours into that beautiful mouth of yours at times, " Geena retorted arms crossed. 

He stuck his lip out further. "She threw a pillow, all soft and padded, you walloped me with the Cosmopolitan.. IT hurt baby."

"Well she is all bark while I'm all bite . You should know that by now." Geena glanced at Bri who was trying hard not to laugh.



"Well I see I'm going to get no pity here." He actually gave a half sniffle as he turned back towards the door, his grin finally breaking through. God he loved her, just enough sass to keep him on his toes. 

Bri glanced up and started to smile as she watched them all. "Oh and Richard?"

"Yes darlin'?" Richie nearly grimaced at the full name. When she called the full name it usually meant he was on the couch or in the doghouse somehow. He turned around, forcing a slight smile to his lips.

"Don't make me see red tonight. There's this nice comfy couch in the hotel room if I see red."

"Yes ma'am ," Richie nodded. " NO red for my wife tonight. " 

She nodded as she slipped her legs up onto the couch, cradling her head onto her hands as her eyes closed. "Tired of red."

"Yea it is getting kinda dull. I guess I do need some change." He walked into the hall and grinned at Jon. "And do I have a way to get them back for their little snide we are moody bitches now? Fuck yeah I do. Question is Kidd, what outfit you bring with you ?" 

Jon chuckled as they walked down the hallway. "The only thing I know that gets her, open necked leather shirts that are half undone and tight jeans. Hell shes easy. What about you?"

"Anything but red she says. I got that brown shirt that is nearly see through that might work. Her over active imagination will see me without it of course. Wearing her rosary she gave me is always a in to fun, and of course no baggy pants," Richie chuckled. 

Jon stopped to look up at him, brow lifting, "You gonna tear yourself away from the WTB Tees? I don't believe it."

"She don't wanna see them," Richie shrugged, "So I won't wear it at least for tonight." 

He stepped onto the stage and snorted, "Never thought I'd see the day you were literally pussywhipped man."

"Yea well, I think its gonna take more than you showing your fur to make G. come around, " Richie winked. " Fur, " he shook his head and laughed. 

"You even pay attention to the set list I handed out? ALL I have to do is sing and shake it."

"I dunno Jon, she is pretty pissed off. Hell she had good aim." Richie glanced down at the setlist and arched an eyebrow, "Whatya ya know you are softening up," he teased.

"Nah, I'm just a smart man that knows how to get what I want."