We went to sit down at the table for our evening meal; it was getting quite dark outside now. I was wondering how they had actually met each other in the first place as I don't remember introducing him or any of them to her.
"When did you two actually-"
"Couple of months ago," she cut in. "you weren't here."
She seemed to have drifted off.
"Jack? Then what" she snapped out of her daydream and told us the rest of the story about how she was really upset that I was gone again and that I might not come back. That she had kept calling MI6 to see if I was back yet. They had sent Ben Daniels round to see her and they got close. Very close and eventually they were going out.
It was quite a cool story; especially that I was the one who caused it.
Jack got the blow up bed from the garage after tea so Tom could sleep on it tonight. She had also found an old duvet and a farm animal cover I must've had ages ago. I don't think Tom much minded as Jack was being kind.
Obviously we didn't sleep for hours, we were up, not bothered by the fact we had school tomorrow.