JJ: BreakfastMature

I woke up groggily. Groaning loudly, I rolled over, yelping as I fell off the bed. I heard a slight laugh and sat up, rubbing my eyes. 

I saw Rollar lying on her side, looking at me. 

"Hey..." I said, crawling back onto the bed. "How are you feeling?" I stroked her hair, trying to smile reassuringly to hide my worry. 

She looked down, curling up slightly. "I'm sorry about last night..."

"Don't worry, babe." She looked up at in slight surprise at the nickname but I carried on despite that. "We all have demons in our past that we'd rather keep hidden."

She nodded slightly and looked away again.

"Why don't you go and see Dr. Browne?" I suggested softly. She looked up at me with an angry expression on my face. "With me, after we get back from tour. She's dying to meet you."

"But... Why?"

"Because I love you? You might benefit from talking to someone, and you'll learn more about my past, if you still want to."

"Counsellors don't help, Jaimie," she said indignantly, standing up, swaying slightly. 

"She's not a counsellor. She's just someone you can talk to. I find it's nice... To have someone to talk to about anything and that can help you try and understand why you feel the way do. I'd never make you do anything, but it's just a suggestion..."

Rollar nodded slightly before she went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. I sighed and got up off the floor, going to the bathroom. 

"Rollar, we've got a meeting with Rody this morning to talk about the tour. It's only a few days away," I said through the door. 

"Fine," was her only response before I heard the shower start.

I sighed again and went downstairs, starting to do a small cooked breakfast of bacon and eggs, hoping Rollar would come down soon. 

I dished up the plates when they were ready and turned around with one in each hand, to see Rollar standing in the doorway, dressed now, her hair dripping slightly. 

"I'm sorry, Jaimie..." she said quietly. 

I put the plates down at the island and sat, gesturing to the plate opposite me. She slowly came over and sat down.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you about your past, and I shouldn't have suggested seeing Dr. Browne," I said as I dug in to breakfast.

She shrugged. "It's why I hate being sober. If only I could drink..."

I looked up, unable to stop the panic in my chest. "But the baby!"

She smiled a little. "Exactly..." She put a hand on her stomach. "That's why I haven't drunk..."

I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. "I'm so proud of you, Rollar. I'm feeling a lot better about this baby... Although that'll probably be completely different when it's born..."

She laughed slightly. "Me too... We need to arrange a scan soon."

"I'm sure we'll have time on tour. Probably."

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