A/N I do not own Keeping Up Appearances. This fic follows on from my previous fic 'The Arrangement.' Hope you enjoy.

Sunday mornings were always a lazy affair for Emmet and Rose. This Sunday started no differently. Long after the dawn chorus had ended, came a decent lie in and sex twice. Before Emmet finally ventured downstairs to the cafe to collect breakfast.

"About time, what took you so long?" Asked the blonde, taking one of the paper cups filled with cappuccino from Emmet as he returned to the bedroom.

"I had to wait for Caitlin, she received post for you."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Oh. What was it?"

"This," Emmet said placing that and the bag of pastries on the floral duvet.

As he disappeared to get some plates Rose inspected the postage stamp on the ivory envelope. It was marked Devon and the handwritten address was the cafe rather than the flat above. Can't be anything serious, thought Rose.

"Was it anything important?" Emmet asked as he got back into bed and passed Rose a plate.

She picked up a croissant and tore a piece off. "Dunno, I've not read it yet." She replied as she spread blueberry jam on her pastry.

"Don't you want to know who's written to you?" Emmet wasn't one to leave correspondence until later. His impatience always got the better of him.

"When I've had me breakfast." She replied, licking the excess jam off her fingers. She tutted and rolled her eyes as she saw Emmet's disappointment.

"Oh, I'll put you out your misery." She said, picking it up and sliding a long red painted fingernail across the envelope. She pulled out a handwritten letter.

"Oh it's from Jack, you remember Jack. The one Caroline accused me of.."

"Having an affair with. Yes I remember. What's he writing to you about?"

"He says since he buried his mum he keeps thinking about his paternity and he wants to know if I'd be willing to do a DNA test. That way he will know once and for all if there is any truth in the rumours Father was his dad too. He's written to me 'cos he's not sure how our Daisy would take his request."

She handed Emmet the letter and he studied it.

"Will you do it?"

Rise sighed. "Of course, but then it's not just down to me. I don't know how our Dais and Violet will take it. Our Hyacinth won't want any test to be conducted. Then she would have to accept an illegitimate brother into the family."

"Do you think he is your brother?" Emmet probed before finishing his croissant.

"Of course he is, he looks exactly like Father did when he was younger. It's no secret Glynis was the love of Father's life. Unfortunately her parents encouraged her to marry Hugh O'Riley. This was at the time Father was going to ask for her hand in marriage. She wouldn't go against her parent's wishes. Dad then met and wed our mum, our Hyacinth came along and he and Glynis both unhappy in their marriages started an affair. Jack was born six months before our Daisy."

"Did your mother know about the affair?" Emmet asked gingerly, he knew Rose didn't really like talking about her mum.

"Probably, I dunno. I expect so. Our Violet told me when I was about ten we had a brother as a result of Father's affair. So if she knew me mother probably did. She definitely knew it was Glynis he previously wanted to marry. They rowed about it often enough. Y'see she loved him but I don't think he loved her, well not as much as he loved Glynis. By the time I was starting school it had broken her. She started to resent us. I heard her telling our Daisy every time she looked at us she saw him and his betrayal. That's when she took to the drink."

Having had a loving, comfortable, idyllic childhood Emmet didn't know how to reply. He had never been very good with stuff like this.

Rose knew Emmet felt uncomfortable talking about her 'tragic' childhood. She knew he felt guilty even though there wasn't any need. She put the rubbish in the paper bag and took that and the plates to the kitchen.

She then showered and got dressed. Selecting a hot pink mini skirt and a tight fitting, low cut white t-shirt with green and pink polka dots.

"Where are you off to? It's Sunday?"

"Only downstairs. I need to talk to our Dais about this this letter."

Sensing behind her bright blue eyes things weren't as rosy as she made out Emmet sighed and embraced her.

"This letter is really bothering you isn't it?"

"Not really, I just don't want any more trouble with our Hyacinth."

Emmet understood. He didn't want any more trouble with Hyacinth. At the moment she was manageable, at arms length. Occasionally she would invite the couple for coffee or tea and light refreshments but never a candlelight super. She was still embarrassed that despite Rose being in a committed relationship she still chose to wear mini skirts. The fact that she and Emmet were also openly choosing to 'live in sin' wasn't something she was proud of either.

"Keep the bed warm for me. I won't be long." She said kissing her gentleman friend passionately.

...

Rose then tottered down the fire escape. That way she could have a quick smoke before speaking with Daisy. She felt better as the nicotine rushed to her head. It steadied her nerves as she exhaled. For a few weeks now she had been trying to kick her cigarette habit. Emmet hated her smoking and now she could no longer smoke Onslow's they had become a drain on her disposable income. It was at times like this however, there was no way she was packing up altogether.

She then made her way to the front of the building. The air was warm and pleasant. Rose thought what a nice day it could be today but Sundays were always spent in bed. Those were the rules.

As the blonde entered the cafe, she made her way to the back of the establishment. Heading for the bookshop area. She found her sister stacking the shelves with new books. Rose noted how smart and refreshed Daisy looked these days. Getting out the house and having something for herself really had done her the world of good.

Daisy jumped as she felt a finger prod her in the ribs. As she spun round, she was surprised to find her youngest sister stood before her.

"I thought you didn't get out of bed on Sundays."

"I don't usually but I need a word."

"Sounds serious," commented her sister.

Rose handed Daisy the letter and the latter read it. "So what's the problem?" She shrugged. Giving the letter back to Rose. "We've always thought he was our half-brother."

"Yes I know! But what will our Hyacinth say?!" Rose squealed. Getting worked up in that over dramatic way of hers.

"She won't like it but she will have to face reality. Get the test done our Rose. It would be nice to have a brother. Someone to remind us of Father. I know he was difficult but I miss him. Every single day." Daisy sighed. She felt his void more than anyone as she was constantly reminded by the empty house, that he was no longer with them.

"I know, I miss 'im too."

"Ring our Violet and ask her what she thinks then at least you can say to our Hyacinth we all want this test done."

"Me? I thought you might break it to our Hyacinth." Rose tried.

"Me? Oh no. It was you Jack wrote to. You tell her." Daisy smirked. She had spent all her time breaking news to Hyacinth. Now it was Rose's turn.

Rose sighed and said goodbye to her sister as was greeted by customers. She then made her way back up to the apartment she shared with Emmet.

...

"I'm back," she called out. Placing the letter on the sideboard that lived in the hallway. Just as she was about to make her way back to the bedroom she found Emmet fully dressed, pacing up and down the hall.

"Emmet whatever is the matter? You look like you've had bad news."

"I have!" he cried." Just after you went downstairs the phone rang it was Hyacinth. She's invited us to Sunday dinner tonight."

"You didn't say yes?"

"I didn't say anything! When does one ever say anything with Hyacinth?! We are just expected. Liz and Matty have been summoned too. I blame you for this!" Emmet cried. Even now Hyacinth still made Emmet jittery.

"Me?" Rose laughed. "How did you work that one out?"

"Because she's your sister!"

"Ah, that's as maybe but before I got with you I was never invited to any of these gatherings. This is all on you, Emmet Hawksworth. Still I'll say this much for our Hyacinth she makes a nice roast. At least we don't have to worry about cooking."