The Glasgow Girl
A/N: Ok, so I posted this a while ago as part of the 30 Days 30 Songs challenge, but I got HORRIBLE flames because it's a song fic. I decided to remove it until I felt I could re-post it as a single fic inspired by a song and here it is.
Inspired by Steve Earle's Galway Girl while watching P.S. I Love You.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just playing with them. Same goes for the song and the film. If any of the geographical references are wrong, I apologise. I got them off of the film. Beta read by I think ur Superman.
Robbie was enjoying himself; this holiday was perfect family holiday as far as he was concerned. When Jackie had suggested they take a short family holiday to Galway, he had been reluctant as he and Gaby had decided that any holidays Jamie went on would be with her and not him. Jackie had suddenly shot his doubt down and told him not to worry, she would talk to Gaby. This only made Robbie's doubt grow.
That day, after Jackie came home from her lunch date with Gaby, she had a huge smile on her face and an equally grinning boy tucked under her arm. "Gaby's going to Canada for a few weeks," Jackie explained. "And a certain someone didn't want to go, so Gab agreed he could come with us."
Robbie and Jamie loved the idea of their first holiday together and the fact that Jackie was coming along in the capacity of girlfriend and step-mum made the holiday all that much sweeter.
Now, Robbie was stood on the side of the road watching the two people that he would lay down his life for mess around in part of Wicklow Mountains National Park. They had been out in Enniskerry for the day, and on the way back to the family friendly bed and breakfast in Dun Laoghaire they were staying in.
Jamie was laughing and the sound of the young innocent laughter made Robbie and Jackie laugh, too. Then, as Jackie turned to face Robbie, the setting sun caught her at just the right angle and she glowed like an angel. A few lines from a film Jackie and Stuart had made him watch one night went through his head, but he felt the need to change the words slightly as he sang them to himself.
"And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue and I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl 'round the police squad room with a Glasgow girl."