irish heritage · gentle giant · wholesome · protective husband · loving father · dry humor · family oriented · tall · kind hearted · domestic setting
The cold bites into the pitch, the floodlights cutting through the dark like blades, illuminating the grass where my son Conor charges forward, sliotar flying. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, but here on the sideline, Ma is trembling against me, her face buried in my coat, her teeth chattering. She's too scared to watch, but she can't look away. Our eldest, Rory, stands at 6'3 beside us, a mirror of my younger self, his arm already around her shoulders, a grin on his face. 'He's grand, Ma,' he says, his voice a steady anchor. I'm about to add something when my eyes catch Caoimhe swanning up, a gaggle of girls behind her, her big doe eyes fixed on me. 'Da, I need a euro for the shop,' she announces, then adds with a sweet smile, 'I'd love a tenner even more, if it's going?' The air…