Here's another chapter. They're releasing Kingsman 2 next year in 2017! It will probably be released first in England before anywhere else which is great because it's based in my country and we barely have any movies released here first. They're normally released around a month after they are in the States so I'm pretty excited! Anyway, enjoy the next chapter.

"So, Roxanne," Michelle called as she swallowed her bite of burger. "Eggsy says you work with him."

Roxy looked surprised as Eggsy blushed, suddenly finding his meal interesting.

"Yeah. I do work with him, in the same department."

"But she makes more money than me." Eggsy cut in. "She's like my boss, Mum. Don't embarrass me." he mumbled.

Roxy giggled, placing a hand on his forearm. "Oh, Eggsy, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's no shame that you're less superior than me."

"Less superior? I'll show you superior."

"I'm sure you will." Roxy winked, patting his arm.

Michelle watched on bemused. "Is there something between the two of yous?" she asked.

Eggsy and Roxy shared a glance before laughing. "Oh, something between Gary and I? Never! We're best friends. He's just there to defend me when things at work get too much." Roxy smiled, nudging Eggsy's arm.

"And she's out of my league. Have you see her? She's like a model, she is, Mum." Eggsy replied, making Roxy blush.

"I'm really not that special." she mumbled, casting her eyes down.

Michelle furrowed her brows. "Sure 'bout that, love? What I would do just to have your figure, babe."

"You think I'm pretty?"

Michelle scoffed. "'Pretty' is an understatement, take that from me, babes. You are model material. Why haven't you considered applying for a job or something."

"Says you, Michelle. You can apply too."

Michelle laughed. "Have you seen me? Love, you must be joking because even though I'm only 41, yeah, I'm considered too old to even look at the catwalk."

"Victoria Beckham is some sort of model, ain't she?" Eggsy asked. "And you're her age. Why not? Show 'em how its done."

"You really think so?" Michelle asked, contemplating.

Eggsy and Roxy nodded.

"I'll look into it, then. But I can't do full-time. Someone has to look after Ella."

Eggsy gave his mum a cheeky grin. "I can sort that out for ya."

"Eggs, babes, you've done too much. It's my turn to provide for ya. I haven't been a good mother lately and I really want to make it up to you."

"Mum... it isn't your fault..." Eggsy gulped, almost feeling the hits he had received from his ex-step-father.

Michelle sniffed, wary of their guest. "Let's not get into that now, okay? Finish up your dinner and we'll stick a movie on in the theatre."

"You have a theatre?" Roxy asked, shocked.

"Oh yeah, haven't given ya the full tour, haven't we?" Eggsy grinned.

"We have a home theatre, gym, jacuzzi and swimming pool! There's a guest bungalow out back near the tennis and basketball court. You're practically family so you stay in the main house." Michelle stated.

"Thank you very much for accepting me into your lovely home." Roxy smiled, finding Eggsy's hand under the table.

"Just a few house rules, yeah? Don't run unless you're trying to catch Ells. The amount of times I've stubbed my toe or hurt my hip. Also, no swimming after 1 AM, we have a guy who comes and cleans it."

"Yeah, of course. I'll also partake in my own laundry and house cho-"

Michelle cut her off with a shake of her head. "We have that covered, love. Maid comes in everyday at 11 and leaves two hours later. But if you want to do your own laundry then that's okay. You can also have a garage spot."

"I don't have a car. I just borrow the company car." Roxy mumbled, blushing.

"Well, tomorrow, we better fix that, eh?" Eggsy smirked, letting go of her hand to clear up his dishes. "Just rinse your plate and put it in the dishwasher, left side of sink." he instructed, leaving.

"What are you thinking of getting? Eggs has got a Mercedes. He got me a Range Rover. If anyone knows cars, it's that boy." Michelle stated proudly.

Roxy giggled. "Maybe something less flashy like a Mini Cooper or something."

"Nah, girls like us, you see, have just got to have the best. We're model potential."

Roxy grinned. "BMW?"

"That's better."

...

The next day, Roxy found herself waiting for Eggsy to come back from his test drive of the new Audi. It was a warm day, not too hot, and Roxy slipped her sunglasses on as she watched Eggsy get out of the car and hand over the keys to the dealership manager.

"Good ride, sir?" he asked.

"Very good ride." Eggsy replied. "But this trip is not for me. My girlfriend is buying her first car. What do you recommend?"

The manager smiled brightly. "A lovely Mercedes?"

"I have that. Different brand, please."

"Well our superior brands include BMW, Range and Land Rover, Ferrari, Audi and Porshe. What do you think suits your missus?"

Roxy raised an eyebrow. It was her car. Shouldn't it be her decision?

"Well, I'd rather ask her before we make a decision." Eggsy replied.

"Of course, Mr. Unwin. I'll give you a moment to decide."

They watched as the manager left them to their decisions and admired the cars surrounding them.

"That Audi you test drove seems decent enough." Roxy said, walking around the white car.

"Nah, you'd want something that won't draw much attention to you. How about a black Land Rover?"

"Whatever." Roxy mumbled, suddenly remembering something. "We need to pick up my dog from my parents' house."

"By 'we' I hope you mean you." Eggsy mumbled, slipping his own sunglasses on.

Roxy smirked. "You scared of my parents, Gary?"

"More like, they're scared of me. Should have seen your step-mother's face when I told her I made my own money. She probably thought I was a chav."

"You are a chav." Roxy grinned, waving over the manager before he could get a word in. "Land Rover, black. Can you make it happen?"

The manager grinned. "For you, future Mrs. Unwin, anything."

...

"Where are we going now?" Roxy asked, ruffling her dog's ears.

Eggsy looked at her from the rear-view mirror with a glint in his eye. "Just gotta show you somewhere, yeah?"

"Okay..." she replied uncertainly. "Will I like it?"

"I don't know, we just gotta head there."

"But it's 6 PM and your mum said to be back by half past for dinner. She said it's spaghetti. I love spaghetti."

Eggsy rolled his eyes. "You do realise that it's shop bought? And that mum always serves us at 7, not half past 6?"

"She said." Roxy shrugged. "Said it was important."

"Fine, we'll be quick then. We're here anyway."

He got out of the car and opened the door for Roxy, holding out his hand for her to take.

"What a gentleman you are!" she pretended to gush.

Eggsy smirked. "What a lady you are, Miss. Morton." he replied, slipping his arm protectively around her waist and shutting the car door.

Roxy looked around. It was just a building. Nothing screamed 'special' about it.

Eggsy led her up the stairs and inside. He looked through the rooms as if he was searching for something.

His voice finally cut through the silence. "Figs?!"

Roxy heard a groan and some cuss words following it before an old white-haired man limped in, muttering incoherent words.

"Eggsy... bastard... feckin' idiot... sleeping..."

"Figs!" Eggsy stopped the man muttering before chuckling.

"What d'ya want? I was sleeping!" Figs said.

Eggsy smiled. "I was thinking of giving the council a fee to start this school up again. Ells is gonna start school soon and he needs to go to a good un'. Why none other than my own primary school, huh?"

Figs gave a yellow gap-toothy smile. "You mean, I can get my job back, Eggsy-boy?"

"You can get your job back, mate."

Figs laughed heartily, slapping Eggsy on the back. "I haven't worked since the day your sorry ass left for secondary school, boy! It will be nice to see little kids runnin' about again. Seems like a decade ago."

"It is over a decade ago." Eggsy replied.

"You get what I mean, boy. Who's the arm candy? Your wife?"

Eggsy was about to reply but Roxy cut in before.

"Yes, we're engaged actually. He got my ring size wrong so we're sorting that out. I'm Roxy."

"Foxy Roxy..." Figs mumbled. "She a stripper, boy? What did I tell ya? Don't go for the strippers! Go for the intelligent women, they'll set ya straight you rascal!"

Eggsy blushed. "She's not a stripper, Figs!"

"What is she then? What d'ya call it these days? Escorts?"

Roxy and Eggsy blushed even deeper.

"I'm a model." Roxy lied.

Figs stayed stunned. "A model, huh? Brains and beauty. Well done, Eggsy-boy! Look, I have to go and beg my ex-wife for some money to buy clothes for my new job. How 'bout you go, eh? Tell you ma and Ella-girl that I said 'hi'."

"I will. It was nice seeing you again."

"After you stumbled back to this dump when you were in trouble with Dean? Yeah, I guess, boy. This time stay in touch! And keep away from the bastard. Didn't like the shiners he gave you and your ma."

Eggsy smiled warmly. "He's in jail. He won't hurt us again. Thanks, Figs."

"Nah, thank you, boy."

...

"So that was your primary school?"

"Yep."

"And that guy used to be the old caretaker?"

Eggsy nodded. "Yeah, he was there for me when Dean used to beat me up when I was a kid. Figs almost knocked Dean out once but that only resulted in him getting suspended. When I told the school that it wasn't his fault, they ignored me. But then they realised the kind of man that Dean was and gave Figs back his job. Didn't see him again until last year and I've kept somewhat in touch."

Roxy smiled, curling up into his side. "That's nice. I wish I had someone like Figs on my side."

"What a washed up hobo with no teeth?" he joked, making her laugh.

"If he made me feel like what Figs made you feel like then, yeah."

Eggsy placed a kiss by the side of her head and stroked JB's fur. "Sure."