Swollen was how you felt. Almost 9 months pregnant now with JJ’s baby, your back was killing you, barely able to do anything when you hung out with the Pogues. Right now you were stood in front of the mirror in nothing but panties and a bra, pressing down on the sore part of your back. A knock on the door- it must be JJ.

“You okay in there, pretty mama?” He said, opening the door and walking over to you. “John B caught some fish on the boat. D’you wanna help cook it, baby?”