JJ: Saviour of an awkward dinnerMature

I squeezed Rollar's hand under the table. I glanced over at Lauren, who seemed to empathise with Rollar, prodding and poking at her own food. She looked up and smiled slightly.

"Jaimie, how's this band going then?" Mother asked without looking up.

"Fine," was all I said as I ate.

"Is that all I get?"

"What do you want me to say? We're going on tour soon, everything's going fine."

"Tour? As in, concerts?" Mother said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," I replied, trying not to sound exasperated. I could see Lauren fighting a smile; she'd certainly noticed.

"Did Kirkwood tell you about the boxes in the attic?" Mother enquired.

"No, what boxes?" I asked. Of course, I certainly knew what boxes I'd hidden away up there a few years ago...

"I don't know what was in them, he just said he'd found some things with your name on," she said with a shrug.

I looked up to meet Kirkwood's eyes as he stood by the door. He nodded slightly, confirming what I thought was up there. All my old shit... Kirkwood had helped me box it all up and take it upstairs one day when Mother had been out and Dad had been at work. He'd promised to keep it a secret from everyone, and he'd stuck to that promise, heightening the respect I'd always had for him. I smiled slightly at him in thanks.

When I turned back to my plate, I saw Rollar looking at me questioningly. I shook my head slightly in a way that said I'd tell her later. She seemed to understand. It seemed that we had a lot to talk about later...

I was still thinkig about what she'd told me on the doorstep. Had she really said it or had I been imagining it? I mean, it's not as though her being pregnant was impossible, but still...

Was I actually ready for a child? Hell no, definitely not. Anyone who knew me would say that. I glanced quickly over at Lauren. Was she ready to be an aunt? Maybe, but she was still only seventeen--and only just. I kept my thoughts to myself though, bound up in them.

The door opened, making me jump as I was dragged from my thoughts. I looked up, seeing my dad, immediately making me smile.

"Jaimie," he said warmly, pausing. "I thought we were only having Lauren this evening. It's good to see you finally. Who's this?" he asked, smiling at Rollar.

"Dad, this is Rollar, my girlfriend," I said.

"Girlfriend?" he asked, trying - and failing - to contain his surprise. "Rollar. That's a lovely name," he said as he sat down at the head of the table, where he'd always sat throughout my childhood.

"It's short for Robin," Rollar said quietly.

One of the other staff brought in another plate and set it in front of Dad.

"Thank you," he said with a smile. "Both are lovely names. How did you two meet then?"

"We're in the same band," I told him.

"Oh? How's that going? Well, I hope."

"Yes," I said, looking at Rollar. "Very well."

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