Oblivious of what was about to happen, Jed and Frankie were munching crisps and discussing baby names. ‘Whaddya think of Chantelle for a girl?’ Frankie asked.

Jed turned his nose up. ‘Don’t like it, sounds like a fucking porn star.’

‘Well, you think of some, then. You ain’t liked any of mine so far,’ Frankie said sulkily.

Jed pushed her onto the bench settee. ‘Getting the hump, are we?’ he said, tickling her.

As he kissed her passionately, Frankie immediately responded. ‘I really do love you,’ she told him as he pulled away.

Jed smiled. He needed to butter her up to ask his next question. ‘Frankie, if we have a boy, can we call him Butch, after my grandad? I know you never met him, but he was a good old mush and I was always close to him.’

Frankie paused before answering. She didn’t particularly like the name, but it obviously meant a lot to Jed. ‘I don’t see why not, but let’s decide for definite nearer the time,’ she said smiling.

Jed grinned as he cuddled her. Baby Butch would be the most idolised kid in the travelling community. His grandfather had been a legend amongst their own and by giving his son the same title, the name Butch O’Hara would carry on for years to come.

Frankie stood up and peered out of the window. ‘I’m sure I just saw headlights. Go outside and have a look, Jed, it might be my mum.’

Seeing a figure walk towards her, Jessica turned the beam down and squinted. She had had terrible trouble finding her way here and had stopped on numerous occasions to ask for directions.

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as she realised the boy must be Jed. At one point, she had wondered if he and Frankie had sent her on a wild goose chase, and was so glad that they hadn’t.

‘Just park down the road somewhere. It’s a bit muddy, but you’ll be OK, won’t ya?’

Jessica looked at her feet. In her frantic state of mind, she had forgotten to put her shoes on and was only wearing carpet slippers. ‘I’ve got me slippers on,’ she told Jed awkwardly.

‘Wait there,’ Jed said, as he legged it back to the trailer.

‘What’s up? Was it me mum?’ Frankie asked. She had been looking out of the window, but it had started raining heavily again and she couldn’t see a thing.

‘Yeah, it is. Give us your trainers, Frankie. Your mum’s got her slippers on and it’s like a swamp out there.’

Frankie giggled. ‘I’m a size three and me mum’s a size six. They won’t fit her.’

Jed took them off of her anyway and ran back out to Jessica. ‘Try them,’ he said.