Jack starts singing along though, to my surprise. Hearing my two favourite guys belting out Backstreet Boys does a lot to calm me actually, seeing Jack so relaxed just enjoying the music puts me at ease. Charlotte giggles as Jack sings for her, pulling crazy faces and dancing just for her entertainment and I can’t help but sing along.

By the time we pull into the rink, Backstreet Boys has switched to NSYNC as well as some One Direction, much to my shock – I didn’t know Liam knew any songs recorded after the Nineties. Still we are all singing at the top of our lungs dancing in our chairs, so fair to say Jack is probably at least a little warmed up.

Liam is on one knee in front of Jack with one skate resting on his thigh. I can see that with every piece of kit Jack has put on he has gotten more and more in the zone and the skates seem to be the final part of that.

Everyone has looked at us since we got here – well, looked at Liam at least. He has ignored every glance though, taking time to make sure Jack is as ready as he can be. I have taken a leaf out of his book and have buried my scared emotions as far down as I can, though I still feel one misstep away from crumbling.

“I can’t be the only one thinking this is unfair!” Some man from the opposing team whisper yells at his wife a few people over from us.

“John leave it!” she admonishes.

“No! That kid is being helped by a professional athlete! He shouldn’t be allowed to help.” Liam is doing a great job at pretending not to hear him, me not so much – I also hope Jack is too focused to listen. If I didn’t have Charlotte strapped to my chest I think I would already be over there giving him a piece of my mind.

“That’s his son.” The man’s wife tries again, and honestly I appreciate the fact it only seems to be him that has a problem.

Everyone around them takes small steps away as I glare at the man. “I don’t care! I am going to talk to the referees.” Then he is off towards the ice but when I go to follow him, to make sure Jack is not punished for this man’s pride, Liam wraps his hand around my calf.

“Leave it Sunshine. Jack’s skills will speak for themselves, he’s a natural and some random man won’t ruin this for him will it, bud?” I can see a vein bulging in Liam’s forehead so at least I know he is as mad as me, but he is doing a lot better at keeping it under wraps.