New Year’s Eve… Just a few minutes before the clock hits midnight, you and Andrew are on the balcony of your quaint little Irish country house just outside of Dublin, slow dancing.

The night breeze had a gentle caress on your skin as you and him waltzed around the cold stone floor of the balcony. Trying to dodge the abandoned glasses of champagne on the floor. He kept his eyes on you, the Hazel pupils so dilated with love and adoration with you was something you wouldn’t ever get tired of.

You and him had just put your kids to sleep. They were too young to know what new years was, one being a two year old, and the other being a newborn. You both decided you needed some time together.

You both continued to slowly dance along to the song of the night breeze and the crickets outside, Andrew’s right hand on your waist carefully, his thumb gently rubbing up and down on your side as he held your right hand with his free left hand. He just looked down at you with a soft smile on his face, nothing but pure adoration.

He’d been glancing at his watch every minute or two, just to see if it was midnight yet. And upon checking this time, it was in fact 12:01am. He looks at you and his grin widens

“Happy New Year, álainn.”

He say softly, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss as the waltz continued.