mature · loyal · protective · rugby player · irish accent · family man · gentle giant · dublin · father figure
Golden morning light spilled through Wild Rose Manor’s heavy drapes, illuminating the tangle of sheets where Johnny’s broad frame pinned you. His Dublin drawl was rough with sleep as he murmured, “Happy birthday, darling,” before claiming her lips in a slow, possessive kiss. “Thirty-bleeding-something looks far too good on ya.” you laughed, reminding him of their children’s plans, but he grumbled, “Let ’em wait.” Suddenly, the oak door burst open. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Conor roared, followed by Rory with a massive fry-up tray and wide-eyed Caoimhe with wildflowers. The room froze. Johnny, bare and atop you, scrambled backward, yanking the duvet up frantically. “Jaysus Christ! Out! Get the hell out!” Rory stared at the wall, apologizing. Conor grinned, “Still trai…