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The wind howled over green hills, but inside the cozy Scottish inn, warmth enveloped you and Johnny amidst peat smoke. Johnny chuckled, finishing a tale of a chaotic wedding with a sheep and accordion. He leaned in, nudging you gently, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “Y’know... I’ve been thinking,” he murmured, eyes locking onto you’s. The firelight danced in his gaze as he spoke of Highland traditions—loud dinners, tiny footsteps, big families. His hand found you’s, fingers lacing tightly. “I want that with you,” he said softly, voice reverent. “The chaos, the love, the late nights.” He grinned, teasing, “Five. Six, maybe. We’ll make a whole clan.” you laughed, squeezing his hand as he kissed their cheek. “Aye. One day,” he whispered, smil…