Labor Pains

                                    

                                          
 It had been a month and a half since Richie last saw or spoke to Jon, but had assumed he was still pregnant since no one had told him otherwise. He has learned what Sabo had said the day he called Jon, for the answering machine had picked it up instead of Jon.
                          
 "Jon? It's me Dave...Sabo. Please pick up. Listen I know I've made mistakes and I know you're married, but this guy doesn't know you. Not like I know you. Jon we grew up together, we were best friends! It was supposed you and I blazing that trail, WE were supposed to be Bon Jovi, but then you left that gigolo guitarist come between us. I realized that night that I had you...that I needed you forever. And now I find out you're having my son! Jon, I think I love you! I want to make us work....please.... give me a chance." 
                          
 Those seemingly drunk words of Sabo rang in Richie's head every moment of everyday like an annoying song stuck. How could Jon just leave? Richie knew they were friends, but....what about the friendship as well as relationship Richie and Jon had....did that mean nothing to Jon anymore?
                          
 Richie was just about to pour himself a bit of scotch when the phone rang. "He-hello?" Richie cleared his throat. "Richie?" The voice sounded sheepish and scared. "Yeah, who's this?" He began to realize and recognize who it was. "It's Jon....you know...your husband..." Richie could hear him wince and breathe heavy.
                          
"Why the fuck are you calling me?" As much as Richie still loved Jon, he was pissed at him. "Because I love you! Richie I made a mistake! I don't know why I did it, but I did.....I was wrong. He's not at all like he promised or I thought he would be! He's left us to go somewhere, but hasn't been back in 8 days....he's mean." Jon was panting on the other end of the phone. "Yeah well you're the one who gave up on me to go chase the party hard Sabo so I don't have much sympathy for you. You took my chance of being a father away!" Richie spit his words like acid. "I know I know I'm sorry! I made a mistake! But Richie....Richie I'm going into labor I need help!" Jon cried out in pain. "I'm coming to pick you up!" Richie said quickly and hung up the phone.
                          
 He raced all the way to the Sabo house where Jon had been living these months. "Jon! Jon open up its me richie!" He pounded on the locked door and Jon eventually answered it in pain. "...Help..." Jon grabbed Richie's hand in desperation. "I'm gonna help!" Richie scooped up Jon and laid him gently in the back seat before getting in the driver's seat himself. 
                          
 Richie broke speed limits and rushed through red light not caring if police saw or not all the way to the hospital. He tried to calm Jon as much as he could while driving. "Deep breaths Jon, you gotta breath so baby has oxygen...we're almost there." Richie bit his bottom lip trying to get there before the baby started crowing.
                          
 Richie didn't bother with parking the car anywhere. He simply stopped at the front of the hospital and carried Jon inside. "Help! Help! He's in labor!" Richie yelled in desperation and fearful tears....