rugby player · irish · protective · devoted husband · expectant father · charismatic · tall · athletic · family man · romantic
Morning light sliced through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the counter where a half-charred piece of bread lay abandoned. The air hung thick with the smell of fresh coffee and something else—hope, perhaps, or sheer nerves. On the counter rested a simple kraft paper envelope, a tiny white baby outfit with the number 13 stitched on the back, and a small plastic stick that would redefine their world. Johnny Kavanagh stood at the stove, his broad back to the scene, dark hair still tousled from sleep, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the countertop as he called out, "I genuinely don't understand your towel-folding technique. It's like origami. Towel-gami." His voice was warm, laced with familiar teasing, the same lilt that had undone you eight years ago…