Finally Finding Out (Completed) ✅

Ten

“Thanks,” she replied. She had on an emerald green silk strapless pantsuit with a matching green jacket.

Joe came over to Steph and just looked at her. “What?” She finally said. “Has my face gone green or something?”

“You look so gorgeous. Will you save me a dance?”

She started to laugh, then realized he was totally serious. “Sure, Joe no problem.”

Jordan went to bang on the bathroom door. “Today, Cheese, we’re hungry!”

“Fine, fine.” Donnie opened the door. He had on a stylish black suite with a light green shirt underneath. Even Steph drooled as he walked up the hallway.

“How ‘bout me, Steph, J, and ‘Shelly go in ‘Shelly’s car, and the rest of you go with Donnie?” Jon suggested.

“But we don’t know where we’re going,” Danny pointed out.

“It’s easy.” Michelle started to give Jon directions.

“Wait. Never mind. I’ll just ride with them. Steph can drive my car” Michelle went out and climbed into the backseat of Jones’s car before anyone could protest. Donnie hurried to sit next to her. Everyone else piled into the cars and they left.

“Just go straight on this road ‘til it ends,” Michelle told Jon as he pulled out onto Route 39. Donnie put an arm around her and pulled her close. “What is up with you?” She said, laughing.

“I just missed you. You and Steph are so much fun.”

“You could’ve called or written,” she pointed out. “Jon did.”

“Well, Jon had a lot more free time after the group broke up,” Donnie smirked.
Fuck you Jon retorted flipping Donnie off.



They pulled up in front of the restaurant and parked.

“Wow! You were right, Michelle. This place is really nice,” Joe said as they walked in.

Donnie walked up to the hostess. “Hi. I called earlier to reserve a table of seven. The name is Wahlberg.”

The girl took one look at him and gasped. “It really was you! Follow me, Don…I mean, Mr. Wahlberg.” She led them to a table, practically tripping over her own feet.

Jordan and Jon quickly sat on either side of Steph, forcing Danny to sit at the end. Michelle found herself between Donnie and Joe, which she didn’t mind one bit.

Jonathan ordered a bottle of champagne, and when it arrived, he proposed a toast. “This is a double toast. First of all, to Steph, the mother of my niece and nephew. You’ve done a great job of raising them, and I look forward to getting to know them better.” He turned to Michelle. “And to Shelly, who has forgiven my best friend for all the stupid mistakes he’s made in the past. Everyone clapped, and Michelle turned fire truck red. Steph sent an amused look that said, “How can you say no to all that?” Michelle kicked her under the table.

They were well into their second bottle of champagne when Steph spotted someone across the room. She excused herself and went over to the table. A man was sitting alone.

Nick, don’t tell me you’re out for dinner alone on a Saturday night,” she said. Nick turned to face her.

“Stephanie! No, I’m not alone.” He looked uncomfortable. “My, uh, date is in the restroom.”

“Your date! That’s wonderful!” She squealed in a whisper.

“Who are you here with?” He blushed and changed the subject.

She pointed to the group. “It’s a very long story, but the guy in the dark blue suit, he’s Marcel and Jordan’s father.” It was her turn to blush.

“What?” He asked in amazement. “You have a lot to explain on Monday, young lady!”

She said goodbye and returned to her table.

“Who was that?” Jon and Jordan asked in unison. They glared at each other while everyone pretended not to notice.

“One of the emts at base. He’s like a big brother to me.”

They finally finished their meal. Michelle and Steph insisted on driving, because they had had the least to drink.

“Don’t expect too much from this club,” Steph warned Joe, Jon, and Danny as they went back onto the road. “It’s not some big Boston club.”

“As long as there’s kickin’ music and fly girls, I’ll be happy,” Danny said from his seat next to Joe in the back.

“What about Michelle?” Danny asked.

“Michelle is fine, and she’s my home girl, but Donnie is all over her. I’m staying away from that this time!”

They soon arrived at The Roxy. Joe paid everyone’s cover, and by a miracle, they got a table. Michelle soon saw some friends, and took Donnie over to introduce him. Danny went onto the dance floor alone, but soon had a girl on each side. Joe excused himself to use the restroom.

Jordan and Jon kept whispering about some slutty looking girls on the dance floor, but stayed at the table, drinking beer. Steph soon had had enough. She downed her sloe gin fizz, asked the waitress for two more, and said to Jordan, “Look, just because we had sex nine years ago, and I had your kids, doesn’t mean we’re attached at the hip. If you guys want to go talk to those ho-bags, go ahead. Besides I didn’t think girls were your thing Jon” she hissed feeling the alcohol creeping in
Jon stared at her. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jon. I’ve been alone for a decade. I can handle sitting here by myself.” She looked pointedly at Jordan.

Jordan slammed his beer down on the table. After giving her a look that had “bitch” written all over it, he went outside for air, followed by Danny.

Steph took another large swallow of her drink, reminding herself that she had to stop at four. She still had to get her kids. Why did Jordan Knight have to look so fine, but act like such an ass?

Jon returned to find her alone at the table. “Where is everyone?”

“Joe’s out on the dance floor, Donnie and Michelle are somewhere, and Jordan and Danny are outside after I mentioned about them trolling whores,” she said bitterly, chewing on some ice from her drink. Jon stared down at the empty glasses on the table.

“He left you here? I’ll go get him.”

“No, Jon. Leave him alone.”

Usher’s “You Make Me Wanna” came on. She stood. “This is kind of our theme song, Donnie. Wanna dance?” She challenged 

“It’s not really a good song to dance to,” he began, but she was already dragging him out onto the dance floor. Before he knew it, she was in his arms, pressed tightly against him.

“I’m glad we came out tonight. It’s been so long since I had a good time.” She put her head on his shoulder.

“I think you’re drunk,” he observed. She looked at him.

“Nope. Not quite.” She spat out frustration leaked from her tone

He thought of how she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him about the twins when they were born, but said nothing. He continued to hold her. He then said, “Tell me the truth. What’s up with you and Jordan?”

“Why?” She countered.
Because depending on what it is I won’t have to kick his ass …much he snapped 
I don’t know she murmured honestly .Funny how alcohol does that