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niamh pov.

"maxie, do you think my parents could actually get back together if i tell you that they both do kinda like eachother still?" i asked dad's best friend and he sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. we were supposed to be doing my homework, well technically, i was supposed to while he looked after me. i'm twelve, i think i can stay at home alone for a couple of hours but my parents don't think so. not that i mind, max is fun to be around. pietra was out to get groceries though.

i was at his house since mum was out for work. the qatar grand prix was this weekend and to be fair, the past 2 weeks were really fun. mum and dad, though contrary to what they say, look like they do have fun when together. mum doesn't openly admit it and dad, he's never tried to lie about- not recently that is.

"that's a pretty loaded question you have on your homework sheet" max said, leaning into to read my french homework and i groaned, sribbling in the corner of the sheet. 

"i genuinely wanna know though," i said. i'd been trying to hype dad up to ask mum out and as much as we'd joke about it, i don't think he'd been serious about actually doing it. 

they're both single for the first time in a while and, i know that if i feel like i'm interrupting something everytime they're together, there has to be something.

"look nini, there's-" "a lot to consider, it isn't that simple- i've heard about that and thought about it. i want to know if you think it's possible, realistically" i say, cutting him off and huffing as i leaned back into the chair. 

he'd let me use his gaming chair and not gonna lie, it was pretty comfy. my posture was terrible but if my ballet teacher wasn't here to stand tall and tuck my pelvis, i think i could get away with it until my guilt hit.

"what has lando told you?" he countered and i turned to look at my uncle. "that he's got this massive crush on mum and would do anything to impress her if she'd give him a chance." i say and he raised a brow at me. "lando said that?" he sounded like he wasn't surprised. 

"i mean, not in so many words. more so, he admitted when i asked him if he likes mum and said yes when i asked him if he'd go on a date with her if he had a chance to." i explain and max nodded. i'd admit that was exaggerated but, even i could notice him checking mum out lately. he didn't even try to hide it."and what about maeve? did she ever say anything about lando?" i smiled.

"oh she talks about dad all the time without realising it really. everything is- 'oh your dad used to do this' or like 'you're acting like him' and then the, 'there was this one time lando and i' stories. and i mean, you saw how they were on my birthday, they were nice to eachother on his birthday too!" i tell him, thinking back to the weekend.

i don't get it.

they acted like the best of friends sometime, i don't think they realised how flirtateous they seemed sometimes. i mean, i know dad but mum was no less honestly. she was just less obvious about it, but it was there. she wasn't even like that wish asthon.

"niamh, sorry to break it to you but they were also like, one beer down each. drunk, i'd say they're very much likely to want to get together but, without it..." but they didn't drink until later, he wasn't wrong though.

i hated how all the adults just blamed alcohol for everything and yet somehow resorted to it to solve their problems. it's like a paradox. makes no sense whatsoever. 

"ugh. but like, they didn't drink until after dinner on both days, and they were fine." i tell him and get up to grab my ipad from my bag.

i think auntie mels could answer this one for me. she knew my mum really well.