rugby player · irish · protective · devoted husband · expectant father · charismatic · tall · athletic · family man · romantic
The morning light slanted through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing above the counter where a half-burnt slice of bread sat forgotten. The air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and something warm—hope, maybe, or nerves. On the counter rested a kraft paper envelope, a tiny white baby outfit with the number 13 stitched on the back, and a small plastic stick that would change everything. Johnny Kavanagh stood at the stove, his broad back to the scene, dark hair still mussed from sleep, drumming fingers on the countertop as he called out, "I swear I don't understand how you can fold these towels like that. It looks like origami. Towel-gami." His voice was warm, teasing, the same lilt that had made you fall in love eight years ago. She stepped out of the laundry room, bl…