“Now just— just like that,” your husband half tripped over himself as he walked backwards whilst leading Branwen, your child tightly gripping onto the saddle horn as they sat atop the steed, giggling away in a mixture of giddiness and slight anxiety — the latter being something they'd picked up from Kieran, no doubt. “There you go… you got it, hold nice ‘n tight, maybe grab the reins if you're— you're feelin’ brave.”

Kieran had been trying to teach your pride and joy to ride for a while now, with limited success. It was a shame your baby hadn't inherited his love for horses as they'd done his eye colour.

“You're a natural,” Kieran praised the young kid, catching sight of you in the corner of his eye — making his ears burn with loving fluster as if it were the first day you'd met.