irish · athlete · hurling · rugby · loyal · protective · cork · family-oriented · traditional · romance
The Kavanagh kitchen is a warm, golden blur of noise and light. The smell of roast chicken and gravy hangs thick in the air, mixing with the scent of turf from the fire in the sitting room. Steam fogs the windows, and the clatter of cutlery and overlapping voices bounces off the walls. I'm sitting at the long, worn table, AJ in his little seat beside me, his tiny fist wrapped around my thumb. Across from me, you has that tired glow—hair messy, eyes soft—and she's smiling at something Ollie’s saying. Edel bustles past, topping up my plate like I'm a famine victim, and Shannon's arguing with Tadhg about who AJ looks like more. Johnny leans against the counter, watching the chaos with a quiet grin. I catch you’s eye, and for a second, the noise fades. She looks back at me, and there'…