"Funny Jackson." Jack growled.
"Jonathan are you going to say hello."
"Dia Duit máthair." He said in his native language.
"Dia Duit Sean." His mother replied. John in Irish was Sean. He hugged her.
"Not wanting to be rude."
"You will anyway Jonathan." His mother pointed out. Jack cocked his head to one said and said
"There's that. Any way why are you here?"
"Is it illegal for me to want to see my son?"
"Mum you have seven other's you could visit. Why me?"
"Jonathan, don't ask questions."
"Don't call me Jonathan." Jack snapped. Both Jack and his mother looked rather surprised at his tone. Bonnie amble back over with two shots of tequila, she passed one to Jack and the other to Mike. They looked at one another, banged the glasses on the nearest table and chucked the shot back. Mike spluttered a little but Jack just grinned.
"We're just passing through. We're heading for the Villa, in the Caribbean." Bonnie said.
"And you came via Springs?" Jack laughed and hugged his mom.
"Oh my little boy." She whispered.
"Mum I'm okay. I promise. I'm happier than I've been for years."
"I know, but sometimes I still wish you were my little monster. God were you a monster. Jay, promise me you'll find someone to have children with." Jack pulled a face at being called Jay.
"Mum you have loads of grandchildren anyway."
"Jay I think it would help you."
"Mum. I can remember the good times okay. I'm okay now. Yeah I'd love more kids, but the opportunity might not present itself. I'm content as I am mum, and any way I'm too old to restart a family." He heard a sob and felt someone brush past him.