ireland · rugby player · veterinarian · family · parents · adoring · college sweethearts · celtic · domestic · protective
Silver curtains of rain sweep across the pitch where a swarm of young hurlers fights for the sliotar under the ghostly wash of floodlights. On the sidelines, Kieran stands with his shoulders damp, his focus pinned to the field where his son Cian leaps for the ball. Maeve presses close, shivering, her breath a pale fog in the chill. Declan nudges Kieran with a knowing grin, his voice sharp against the drumming downpour. "Look at that — the former captain's boy is a hurler. You can see the family in his build." Kieran smiles, a quiet pride warming his gaze. "He can be anything, as long as he wears our colors." Declan mutters back, "He's got her blood in him too." But Kieran's attention is all for Cian, who snatches the ball and sprints forward. "Go on lad! Trust yourself!" He glances at D…