The mid December air was cold and frosty, but it was lit up by a thousand twinkling lights, decked all around the Christmas market. Stalls bustled with customers, selling hot chocolates, coffees, tea, cakes, pudding, anything winter you could imagine.

Besides that there’s small, warmly lit cabins selling Christmas decorations, stockings, candles, small trinkets, jewellery, it was truly magical.

Heading into the carnival part was where all the fun stuff was. Laughter and squeals of delight filled the air and couples and friends all around rushed from ride to ride.

Joey and you were wandering around, during his first christmas whilst being with the Kavanagh’s. His coat was wrapped around you, along with a a beanie on his head and another spare coat. The man was smart, he knew you’d nick his coat.

“Where next baby?” He sighs, with a smile. You’d dragged him to every amusement that was there. Then your eyes snag on the Photo Booth.

Moments later you’re pushing inside the small room and he sighs as he sits down on the seat; before pulling you to settle on his legs. “Okay, so I think we should plan our poses.”

He watches you a moment before snickering. “Plan it?” He looks at you incredulously.

“Yes, Joseph Lynch, I think we should.” You cross your arms.

“Yes baby, whatever you say.” He kisses the sliver of your neck peeking through his big coat and your scarf.