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18th February 1997 / Sayreville New Jersey
JON'S POV:
It was weird to think that almost nine years ago I stood in this very spot, opened this very door and walked in this very coffee shop, unknowingly taking a seat opposite the woman that would become not only my wife, but the mother of my two children.
"When did we stop coming here?" I asked Haylee sentimentally as we took our usual seats by the window. The very seat where I'd first spoken to her, first heard her name. I had a moment of nostalgia. We were just kids, just kids sitting there, me with my big hair and stupid sunglasses I still wore around. Now it was all different.
"Well, when we took off to tour the world then came back and had two kids. It's not like we get a lot of time alone these days."
I smiled softly. This was our first time alone since Sonny's birth. We'd be going to pick him up straight after this, but I'd really had the urge to take Haylee on a date for months now, just a small coffee together for old times sake.
During the beginning of our relationship we came here all the time. We stopped coming here a few years ago because our lives were just so hectic as Faye became a toddler. I wanted to start coming back again, not only was it the best coffee shop in all of Sayreville, but I had a lot to thank it for.
It was quiet today, so quiet that almost as soon as we'd taken our seats, the owner was already at our table with a small notepad.
"Mr and Mrs Bongiovi," she smiled giddily.
"Hiya Stacey," I chuckled. It'd been years since I'd said that. At one point I came here every day. Long before I knew Haylee.
"I heard you had a baby boy recently," she smiled, turning to Haylee. "Congratulations. Been a long time since I've seen you round here."
"Thanks Stace," Haylee smiled, subconsciously touching her tummy. "Is that a wedding ring I spy?"
Stacey giggled, she was always giddy and outgoing. She wiggled her ring finger all beamish, "It might be."
"Well well, congratulations to you and the lucky guy," I smirked. I'd known Stacey a long time. In fact I think she even went to my school, and truthfully she was always such a free spirit that I could never have pictured her getting married, I always took her for someone that could never do the same thing for too long, she always needed to be in motion. But then it hit me; I guess we'd all grown up.
"Thank you," Stace laughed softly, "Anyway enough about me. What have you come here for, the usual?"
"You remember our usual?" I laughed.
"How can I not? You ordered the exact same thing every day for years on end."
I chuckled, "Well then sure, the usual for me. And you darlin'?"
