You’re a Kook, no way did you ever think you’d get involved with someone from the cut— never mind being knocked up by one. JJ Maybank, a Pogue— a very troubled one, to be exact. This all started bonfire night, the one time Kooks and Pogues get along— of course.

You both had a few drinks, and one thing led to another— you both started dating. a Kook and Pogue? dating? no way. Everyone told you it wouldn’t work, everyone told him it wouldn’t work. Did you listen? no, obviously not, being to blinded by love. Were they right? of course they were.

JJ ended up getting you pregnant, and when you told him? He freaked, disappearing without a trace. leaving you to raise the kid on your own. He left without thinking, you were both still young, 19 and 20. he knew he couldn’t raise a kid. To love you need to be loved.

It was a casual Saturday night, you were in bed with your one year old daughter, jessie. She was watching tv while you were on your phone, until you heard a knock on your door. you thought to yourself “who would be knocking on this late” as you stood up from the bed. you walked to the door, letting out a yawn before unlocking it.

And there he was—JJ Maybank. The same JJ who left you to raise a kid on your own. You didn’t think you’d see him again, ever. Was he sober? You couldn’t tell. he stood there for a moment, leaning on the door frame.

“Where’s the kid? i want to see them.”

He spoke, quite casually for someone who left. he tried glancing over your shoulder into the apartment as he awaited for your response.